Page 92 of Brighter Than Gold

“Like the view, Princess?” he asked with a smirk.

Gods yes, I did. How had I fallen back so easily with Kaspian when I’d admitted to loving Callan not two days ago? Why didn’t this feel wrong, to be sharing a bed with a man I didn’t love, even though he was my husband. I was truly vile, wasn’t I? Salacious, lewd and dirty. So why the fuck did that all sound so arousing?

“Are you sore at all?” he asked.

I squeezed my lower bits. It felt…usedbut not sore.

“No, sir.”

“Good.”

Kas brought the bottle of oil to the bed side and laid down beside me, the front of the thick robe pulling apart in all the right places. I let out a weak sigh seeing how aroused he was.

“Hands please, darling.”

I reached them out to him, and he swiftly slid back one of the doors in the ornate wooden headboard behind us. He’d chosen a heavy black rope, and pressed my palms together binding my hands. He continued his intricate knots up my wrists, then my forearms all the way to my elbows where he tied it off.

“Too tight?”

I shook my head. “No, sir.”

I’d grown to love his meticulous bindings, it somehow felt relaxing and safe. And they were beautiful to look at, always some incredible pattern laced over and around my skin.

“Down on your elbows. Ass up.”

He guided me down with a hand between my shoulder blades, then gently pushed my knees apart. I was so open and exposed to him like this that it felt shameful, but my cunt pulsed in excitement for whatever he had planned.

He leaned over and slid another door in the headboard open and pulled from it some sort of glass wand. He held it low in front of me so I could see it better. It was a like a tower of smooth, clear glass balls going in ascending order from smallest to largest, eight in total. The smallest one on the end was no bigger than a marble, and the largest was the size of a plum.

I swallowed nervously. “I’m afraid to ask…”

Kaspian chuckled. “This is going in your back side.”

“No…” I whined pitifully.

“Yes, Reyah,” he replied sternly. “We’re going until the fourth ball.”

My eyes bulged at the size of the fourth glass ball in the center. There was no fucking way…

“I can’t. I can’t do that!” I panicked.

“Yes, you can. I’m going to prove to you that you can.”

He removed the torture device from my sight, and I felt the cool drip of more oil. I tried not to enjoy him massaging it over me, I tried to remind myself of what was coming.

The first touch of it was cold and I jumped.

“Relax, the first one will be easy.” He circled it around several times before centering it and giving a light push. My body allowed it in easily enough, but now I could feel the true weight of the instrument, it was heavier than I thought.

“The next ball is about the same width as my fingers were, and that wasn’t terrible, right?”

“No…” I peeped.

I felt the light pressure again, a bit firmer this time, but my body swallowed up the second sphere as it passed through the muscled entrance.

“That’s good, Reyah. You’re halfway there.”

I felt more oil dripping on me and then Kas was massaging the tight ring of muscle around the third ball. I felt him push lightly against the muscle and I tensed.

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