Page 72 of Wallflower

Rose fists my hair, jerking my head back.

Shocked, I tense up, my soft gaze turning sharp.

Slowly, she leans down, bending at the waist. I know I’d see her slick centre if I was behind her, and it irks me that I can’t.

Her cleavage infiltrates my sight momentarily, distracting me. But I bring it back to her face quickly.

Doesn’t matter.

She noticed.

Rose knows I’m starving for her and she’s revelling in it.

“Aren’t you?” she repeats more forcefully.

“Yes,” I grind out, fighting a wince as she tightens her grip on my hair.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Nothing.” I don’t want to ruin whatever she got dressed up for.

“Dump it out.”

I ignore her demand.

“Every time you disobey me, Ripley, I’ll lose a piece of clothing.”

Fighting a smirk, I reply, “I fail to see how that’s a problem.”

Rose steps out of the shoes, kicking them to the side. “I’ll toss the wig next, and your little fantasy will go bye-bye.”

“Your threat only works because you think I’d rather fuck this theme park version of you, than the real one. And I would not.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.”

“Would you stop being so fucking stubborn and show me what’s in the bag?” She exasperates, breaking character.

“No.” I raise my hands, curling them around the back of her calves. Slowly, I drag them across her soft skin. She hums, my gentle touch working her up.

Quickly, she kicks over the paper bag, some of its contents spilling onto the floor.

I pause, wondering what she’ll say, if she’ll put the pieces together.

“Rip…”

I don’t respond, but I do lift my gaze from where our skin meets to her puzzled expression.

“The flogger, rope, and blindfold I get. But what are the cards for? Is there some kink I don’t know about?”

I bark a laugh. “No. Well…maybe, but if there is, I’m not into it. I thought we could play to pass the time.”

“You wanted to play cards?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Kind of…”