Page 107 of Wish I Might
“Excuse me?”
“All day—except to re-lube and other practical concerns—until Sunday morning,” he continued.“We’re gonna train your pretty little asshole.”
“For what?”Desperate to regain the upper hand, she worked up a sneer.“I can take you, Nash.”
“I know,” he said, eyes gleaming.“But you don’t just have to worry about me.And I want you so ready I could get my fist in you.”
This time the alarm bells registered.“I am Bananarama-ing any attempt to put a fist in me.Anywhere.”
“Relax,” he said with a chuckle.“It’s just a metaphor.”
She narrowed her eyes.“You did that on purpose to scare me.”
“What’s your point?”
She ignored that.“I am not wearing a butt plug for a week.”
His eyes gleamed.“Why, because you’re afraid you’ll like it?Or because you like your anal with a little ouch?”
This was the trouble with exes, she thought sourly.They already knew every damn thing—like how much she loved that first delicious pinch and agonizing stretch of a dick in her ass.
“Okay, you’ll only wear it through Friday,” he decided.“And we’ll cut it down to say, two hours a day.That ought to keep things plenty tight.”
“Why wear it at all, then?”
“Because you’re not just wearing it to get that snug little hole ready for fucking.”He tapped a gentle finger on her scowling mouth.“Extra aroused, remember?”
She just sighed when her pussy twitched again.“I hate you.”
He patted her arm consolingly.“It’ll be worth it, trust me.”
She did trust him, but it didn’t mean she had to like it.“Fine.Enema kit, daily butt plug wear.Anything else?”
“And no masturbating.”
Dammit, she was hoping he’d forgotten.“And no masturbating.Does that go for you, too?”
“Hell, no.”
She slapped her hands on her hips.“Why not?”
“Because I’m in charge,” he said simply.“Aren’t I?”
She reminded herself once again that she didn’t have to go along with any of this.It was all part of the game, and she could quit playing at any time.She could just say no—that she didn’t want to wear a butt plug for two hours, that she’d masturbate whenever she felt like it, thank you very much.He might be disappointed—okay, he’d definitely be disappointed—but he’d go along with it.Whatever you want, Bailey,he’d said, and he’d meant it.
And that right there was why she wasn’t going to say no, or Bananarama, or anything else that would stop the runaway train they were on.Because it was for her, all of it for her, and she didn’t want to disappoint either of them.
So she’d go along with the whole absurd mess, and maybe when it was over, she’d have shed this strange need for him.
Because as good as the orgasm she’d just had was, it hadn’t come close to matching what he could do to her.
Shoving that uncomfortable truth aside, she smiled into his expectant face.“Yes, Nash,” she said, making sure to put just enough sass into her tone that he couldn’t mistake it for actual obedience.“You’re in charge, Nash.”
He seemed to get the message.“Brat.”
“Sadist,” she returned.
“I know!”he said with cheerful wonder.“Who’d have thought, huh?”
