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“I can’t say I’ve done much of that either.”

“Experiment?”

I nod.

“Is there something you’ve always wanted to try?” he asks, moving to fully lie against me again, our cocks wedged between us.

“I’ve never tried one of those,” I say, nodding toward the plug.

“Really? What about other toys?”

I shake my head.

“Well, no time like the present, let’s get you out of those ropes and this bed lifted. We can shower, and then I’ll show you how good these things can be to prepare you, I have others.Everything is sterilized, too. Just in case you were worried. Oh, this one vibrates. You’re going to love it,” he says, climbing from under my arms and starting on the knots at my wrists. “Then once you’re prepped for me, I’m going to fuck so good you’ll come without even touching that perfect cock of yours. In fact…” he says as the tight bindings of my wrists loosen and my hands are freed. “That’s your new rule. No touching.”

“Me or you?” I ask as my excitement starts to build again.

“Both. I want to be completely responsible for making you scream.”

Chapter sixteen

Hayden

FOLLOW THE YELLOW STRAW ROAD

“Wakeup!”Wencallsas I’m jostled side to side. “You have to see this, Hayden, come on, you’re missing it.”

I yawn, stretching my arms above my head and opening my eyes.

“What are you going off about?”

“It’s snowing.”

I pull the covers up and bunch them under my chin.

“It’s cold.”

“Snow will do that. Come on, get up, I want to go for a walk.”

“You can go, you don’t need me,” I reply, rolling over, but she jumps on top of me and jiggles me some more.

“Nope. You and I are doing this. It’s the first snow we’ve seen this winter. Come on, I bet this ranch is super pretty under a blanket of white.”

She climbs off and takes the blankets with her, the crisp air instantly sending a chill through me.

“Alright, I’m up,” I groan, climbing from the bed, grabbing some clothes, and heading for the bathroom. “Why did I bring you again?”

“Because I’m super fun and you love me,” she replies.

She isn’t wrong, I think as I step back out dressed in my jeans and a dark green Henley. I’m wearing thermals underneath, but even with them, I’m still cold.

“Okay, what are we—“

A knock at the door interrupts me, and she leaps from the end of the bed to grab it.

“Oh, lovely,” Wendy exclaims, stepping aside as Connor walks through holding a tray with a covered basket, a thermos, and two mugs in the shape of cow heads.

“Look who’s here,” Wen says as he passes. Wen woke up when I got home last night, and after about ten minutes of her bugging me about where I’d been, I finally gave in and told her about Connor and me. Not in detail, just that we’d…hooked up. She apparently was very proud.