Page 74 of Fighting for Her Heart

I move my hips to rub my sensitive nub against whatever he’s put there, but an intense zapping vibration shoots straight into my clit.

Instinctively, I try to lift my hips back, but he presses down on my body, holding me securely against what must be some kind of flat vibrator. The feeling is so intense that I’m blinded for a moment, almost forgetting that he removed the scarf from over my eyes.

The dildo is still inside me too. He’s no longer plunging it, no longer twisting it. Instead, he’s just pumping the bulb, letting it expand and contract inside me as my orgasm consumes me. My arms and legs tug against their constraints and my hips fight to move me away from the intense vibrations that won’t let my climax end.

“I can’t. I can’t. Too much.” My forehead rubs against the quilt as my body is wracked with internal convulsions. And then I become vaguely aware that, not only has the vibrator stopped, the phallus is back to its small size inside me and he’s gently stroking my back.

“You okay?” he asks from above me.

I nod.

“Would you like me to stop?”

I shake my head. “No.” My voice comes out hoarse and soft.

His fingers trace over my butt cheeks. “But you said it was too much. I do want to give you pleasure, but I do not want to do anything that does not feel good for you.”

“It felt good.” I swallow to wet my mouth and throat. “I… Do we need a safe word?”

“A safe word?” he asks.

“A word I can use if I want you to stop, toreallystop.”

“That idea is most excellent.” He sounds like he has never heard of the concept before, like I invented it. And I suppose that avoiding sex for so many years could mean that there are things common to most people—even someone who was a virgin like me—that Zuben’s not aware of.

On the other hand, clearly he managed to dosomeresearch and shopping if he got all these modern toys and restraints.

“Where did you get these sex toys?” I ask.

His hands gently massage my back and ass. “Before he left, Ryker purchased them, in case I could not…”

“Oh!” That makes more sense. And it was thoughtful of Ryker.

“What word shall you use for your safety?” Zuben’s finger slips between my ass cheeks and strokes.

I moan as he grazes my asshole and then presses against it.

“Baseball,” I blurt.

His finger stills against my tight pucker. “The sport?”

“It’s the first word that popped into my head.”

“I am fascinated by how your mind works.” Still leaving pressure at my asshole, he kisses the back of my neck.

I turn my head to the side, and he kisses my temple.

“There’s a saying or idiom,” I tell him. “Or…it’s not really either of those things, but people sometimes tell men to think about baseball when they want to last longer.”

“So you will say baseball whenyouwant to last longer?” he sounds confused.

“No.” I laugh. “You’re being too literal again.”

Sliding his finger, he flicks the sensitive place between my two holes as he pulls out the dildo he left inside me. “I apologize.”

“No need to apologize,” I say through a moan. “I’ll say baseball if you do anything I don’t want. If I really want you to stop.”

“I understand.”