Page 69 of Cartel Prince

“Or that.” He points to my vibrator.

“That I can leave behind. My panties? No.”

He plays with my nipples through my shirt and bra. He pinches and twists and then tugs. He kisses me to swallow my whimpers. He rolls them between his fingers and thumb.

“Bring them, little one, but don’t be surprised when you get home, and they’re gone.”

“And my vibrator?”

The grin he gives me…

I might come just from the promise it holds.

“You’re definitely bringing that. It’ll tide us over until we can order any and everything we want—any and everything we’re curious about. I already know what’s on my list.”

He steps back, letting go of me. He wants me to ask, so I do. I’m happy to oblige and play along as I drop all my panties in the box. I put my bras and socks in after, then I move onto the other clothes in my dresser.

“What’s that, Daddy?”

“A jeweled butt plug like we talked about. Nipple and clit clamps, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

I parrot him as I roll my eyes. He chuckles as he takes a box and moves to the closet. He keeps his voice low, so only I can hear him.

“A spreader. The handcuffs you mentioned. Some Ben Wa balls. A bullet vibrator.”

Oh, fuck. He intends for me to wear that when I’m not at home. They have apps now to control them. He could insist I insert it, then he could turn it up while he’s not even around. He’d know he was tormenting me, even if he’s not there to see it.

“A flogger, a couple paddles, a whip, and an around-the-thighs vaginal spreader, maybe some labia weights.”

He’s given this some thought. Is this what he’s had with his previous subs? Are these things he knows he already enjoys? I shouldn’t feel this intense wave of jealousy since I was with someone the night he and I met. I ended things with him to be with Pablo. But I haven’t hinted at anything I’ve done in the past.

He notices I just nod. He comes over to stand beside me, putting his hand on my wrist as I reach to take another shirt from a drawer.

“Chiquita, I don’t sleep as much as you do, not that you sleep nearly enough. I know how stalkerish this sounds, but I love to watch you. You’re so at peace. You sleep naked next to me, so I can see and touch every part of you.”

“I know. You wake me at least once to have sex every night.”

“You do the same thing. I’ve lost track of how many fantasies I’ve had about all the ways I want to share my dominance with you.”

“How many ways you want me to submit.”

“Yes.”

“And if I told you I could’ve read all those books twice as fast as I did?”

He slips his arm around me and pulls me against him. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I have my own fantasies that distracted me. I want you to tie me to a Saint Andrew’s Cross or an A-frame rack. I want you to bend me over a spanking bench and fuck my ass while you spank me. I want you to DP me with your cock and one of those fucking machines.”

I’ve never used one of those dildo machines that thrust and retreat. I want to try it with Pablo.

“What else?”

His voice rasps, and I know he’s imagining everything I said. I cup his cock, and it’s like a metal pipe in his trousers.

“I’ll come if you do that,chiquita.”