Description
If you’re going to go into closed bags, be ready to face whatever comes out.
After years of being together, but being apart, Suzie is moving in with Danny. He’s helping her move out of her apartment and, when they’re done, he’s going to ask her to marry him.
If Danny is being honest, it’s terrifying, but he knows that they both want this. He knows she’ll say yes, so he knows he’ll get over it.
Amazing.
But, as he’s packing up the last of her belongings, he discovers something: something unexpected. He’s shocked by what he finds and she’s angry that he pried. What will he be willing to do to make things better? What will she ask before she can trust him again?
(New adult MF erotic romance. Pegging, bondage, femdom, power play, HEA.)
Extract:
After a few minutes, just as things are about to get interesting, she pulls back from him. “So. Do you have something you want to ask me about?”
For a moment, he has absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. And then he realizes that he’s still holding the penis. . . thing in his hand. He holds it up. “Uh. This. What is this?” He finds that he doesn’t know where to look. He can’t look at the thing, can’t look at her face. Sure as fuck can’t look at her body.
“Danny,” she says, the gentle tease in her voice almost worse than the cold anger from earlier, “I’m sure you know what that is.”
“Well, yeah, but. . ..” He shakes the straps. “This.”
“Ah.” She reaches out and guides his chin so that he’s looking at her after all. Her lips are parted in a slight, open smile; her eyes glistened evilly — Suzie at her sexiest, sultriest, most seductive. “Well, Danny. Would you like me to show you what that is, and. . .” — she leans forward and finishes, in a low, breathy growl right into his ear — “how I use it?”
Danny gulps. He has no idea where this is going. Is she going to use the thing to play with herself? Holy. . . !
He also recognizes, however, that this is, after a fashion, a test: Do you trust me, Danny, or do you not? Nodding feebly, he rasps, “I guess. Sure.”
Now the slight smile spreads, and becomes truly evil. This is the Suzie who once made him watch her masturbate, talking about all of the dirty dreams she’d had about him, diddling herself for an hour and a half, before she would let him touch her — or himself, which is almost as bad; this is the Suzie who once showed up at the office where he had just started working, wearing nothing but an overcoat — hisovercoat; this is the Suzie who, for his most recent birthday, gave him the world’s slowest blowjob — hours — keeping him just on the edge of explosion, but never letting him peak. That had nearly killed him. When he finally came — a puff of air from her lips was all that it took in the end to set him off — he thought it had. What in God’s name does she have in mind now?
“Clothes off,” she says, standing.
“What?” he squeaks.
She begins peeling her t-shirt up until the hem is just above the very bottom of the breasts that he’s been dying to nuzzle at all day. “I’ll show you mine,” she says, rocking her hips and lifting the shirt a fraction of an inch with each sway, “if you show me yours.”
“Okay.” The sound that escapes Danny’s lips now couldn’t even be called in good conscience a squeak. It’s barely audible. He doesn’t give a shit. He stands, tears off his t-shirt, and starts to fumble with his zipper, the phallus still in his hand bouncing against his hip as he tries to remove jeans, boxers, and shoes simultaneously.
“Daaanny,” sings Suzie as the shirt finally lifts above her nipples.
“Huh?”
“I’ll take that.” Stripping her shirt off in a single pull, she tosses it on his head, and plucks the dick-and-straps contraption from his hand.
Blinded, hobbled by his pants and undies, Danny stumbles back against the bed and falls backwards.
Suzie laughs.
“Cruel woman,” grumbles Danny…
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