Page 63 of Security and Submission
“And do you like being punished?”
Hot and cold rushed through her, one after the other.
“Sometimes.” Her voice came out throatier, sultrier, and not just because he had his hand wrapped around it. His thumb swept up and down against where her pulse was pounding madly. Yasmine pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth as she stared up at him. Waiting for what he was going to do next.
“Well, unfortunately for you, you’ve been a good girl.” The edges of his lips curled up, and for a moment, Yasmine wished that she’d been very, very bad instead. “But I’m sure we can find something fun for this evening. Do you have any toys?”
Her insides clenched.
Zeus
Yas didn’t just have a few toys; she had an entire collection and an organization system. All of which could be used on herself. She didn’t have most of the impact tools she favored, other than a small rubber flogger that could be used for a pussy whip. The kind of thing she could easily use on herself if she wanted to. It would be very stingy but not overly harsh.
The flogger was stored in a pink box full of trays with separate compartments. Along with the flogger, there was toy cleaner, several types of nipple clamps, tiny suction cups that would be just the right size for her nipples, and lube.
In a blue box that had been stacked right underneath it in her closet was her collection of dildos, vibrators, and plugs, each in its own silk bag. He had Yas sit on the bed and watch him as he went through each and every item, familiarizing himself with her collection, while she blushed furiously and did her best to pretend she wasn’t uncomfortable, even though he could see her squirming.
Nothing was giant-sized, but she did seem to enjoy a selection of ridges, bumps, and grooves in her toys. Two had a clitoral stimulation attachment. She also had a remote-controlled vibrator and one that was clearly meant just for her clit. The plugs were all the standard plug shape, just made of different materials—some silicone, some glass, some metal—all in different sizes. The metal ones each had a sparkling gem on their base.
“Well, well,” he murmured. “Quite an assortment.”
Yas crossed her arms over her chest, and her chin tilted up in that stubborn way he was starting to recognize as incoming sass.
“Because God forbid a girl enjoy herself.”
That made him chuckle.
“Trust me, princess, I’m not disappointed.” He leaned over to give the underside of her chin a little tap with his forefinger. Her chin immediately lowered, gaze casting downward and averting to the side as she squirmed again. With her hands in her lap, she looked like a naughty girl who had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.
Zeus wondered if she didn’t often share her toy collection with the men she dated. He didn’t ask, though, because he didn’t want her thinking too hard about dating. Or other men. For right now, he wanted her here in the moment with him.
“So, now what?” she asked as he started putting some of the toys back into their spots. There was a little hint of disappointment in her tone, as if she thought he was going to put all of them away.
“Now that I’ve seen my choices, I’ve made a selection.” He methodically placed every item back where it had come from, except for the remote-controlled vibrator and the spring-loaded nipple clamps with the rubber tips and a thin chain hanging between them.
Easy. Simple. Effective.
And what he had in mind was going to be quite a lot of fun. For him, anyway. But he looked forward to Yas’ reaction to it.
When she started to reach for the boxes and get to her feet, he gave her a sharp glance.
“Sit.” He’d seen where she’d gotten them from, and he put them right back where they belonged on the shelf in her closet before turning back to her.
Her room was simply decorated. A queen-size bed with a forest green comforter. Lighter green curtains spread open to reveal creamy sheers that adorned the windows, letting in some light but ensuring their privacy. The light maple wood of the furniture went well with the several shades darker floorboards. A multi-hued green rug covered most of the wooden floor around her bed and between the dresser.
A cream-colored armchair was seated not far from her dresser, slightly angled toward the window. He bet she would read or look at her phone while curled up on that chair, able to push back the gauzy sheers over the window to look outside. Or maybe just allowing the soft light to come through the sheers to gently illuminate her.
Scooping up the toys he’d kept out before walking over to the armchair, he shifted its position, angling it away from the window and toward the bed. Then he sat down on it, putting the toys down to rest atop one leg.
Yas stared at him from where she was still sitting and waiting. Leaning back in the chair, one hand on each of the armrests, Zeus rolled his shoulders back, settling in comfortably.
“Strip for me, princess,” he ordered.
“I… what?” Yas looked startled, as though that wasn’t what she’d expected him to say.
“I want to see you strip for me.” He lifted one of his hands, using his finger to make a little circular motion in front of him. “Maybe do a little twirl while you do it.”
Her mouth opened. Closed. Then that sassy chin lift that he adored.
