Page 73 of Double Down

“You will, Kitten. I should confess—the other gift benefits me as much as you.” I hand her the box.

Inside, on a red silk pillow, rests a silver plug with a crystal base. Her eyes go wider and she bites her lip.

“Stand up and go to the black bench on that wall. Legs spread with your hands flat on the bench.”

Like the perfectly obedient girl she is, Phoenix doesn’t move—until I add, “Now, Kitten.”

In seconds she’s there. I take my time, letting anticipation chew through her.

Her pussy gleams even in low light. I run two fingers down her spine, over her ass, to her wet heat. Then I follow with the plug.

She whimpers. The metal is cold—I kept it in the freezer before boxing it. I wanted chilled pressure on heated skin.

I drag and twist the plug through her pussy until it’s slick and heavy.

“What’s your safe word, Kitten?”

“Titans.”

As she answers, I press the plug into her ass and watch her body tense and then relax around it.

“My greedy little kitten likes to be filled. The question is: do I fuck your pretty little pussy first, your bratty mouth, or make good on my promise?”

“What promise, sir?” she asks, voice quivering.

“The night we punished you, I promised to show you how pain gives way to pleasure.” I draw small circles over her clit. “While I watched Maverick fuck your pretty face, I promised to lead you into subspace and hold you there until it broke you—until you could see sound and taste color. Kitten, I can make you float in a sea of pure ecstasy, if you’re brave enough to let me.”

“Please,” she breathes.

Our game has her warm already. A few smacks with the paddle—maybe the belt—and I could put her on the St. Andrew’s cross. I’m not ready for the whips tonight, but she can take a flogger, clamps, and the alternation of tongue, cock, and strike.

Phoenix is the kind of woman who will wear my lashes with pride. My goal isn’t just to make her come or hold pleasure back.I want her to feeleverything—each sensation melting into the others until she can’t tell them apart.

“I don’t know. Do you deserve it?”

“Yes. Please, sir. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, really?” Hearing her beg while her cunt clenches around nothing makes me light-headed. My cock has never been harder. If I bring out the flogger, we’re in for a long session. I have to pace myself.

I take off my shirt and pants, place them over the chair, and step behind her again.

“I still don’t know if you deserve it. You were such a fucking brat.” I slam into her. She gives a silent scream. “That’s it, Kitten. Not a sound.”

I thrust into her over and over. Her body shakes with need and answers perfectly, every time. She tries to keep control. She doesn’t come. She doesn’t make a sound. Her stubbornness drives me to push harder.

Then I pull out.

“No—” she whines.

I slap her ass, then land a sharp smack to her pussy so hard that she clenches her teeth.

“I don’t know if you deserve nirvana today. You were such a bad girl—and look at this mess you made.” I circle to the front of the bench and show her how wet my cock is from her. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Let me make it better,” she says, eyes on my cock. “Let me clean up my mess. I can show you how good I can be. Please?”

Has any woman ever begged sweeter?

“Do it.”