Page 78 of Praising Haru

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“I’ll drool a lot wearing a gag like this. What if you don’t find it sexy?”

Kyle hugs me close. “I’m sure I will.”

“What if you do?”

“Then we’ll talk about it and figure something out.”

I smile. “Okay.”

He puts his finger on the trackpad and presses the Add to Cart button.

“Thanks, Kyle.”

“Sir,” he whispers.

I swallow. “But we’re not in a scene or the bedroom or—”

He silences me with a deep kiss, his tongue practically tickling my tonsils. “I like it when you call me Sir. That’s what I want you to call me when it’s just you and me. I don’t care if we’re fucking, making dinner, or watching a film. You call me Sir.”

I press my face against his chest. I couldn’t speak right now if I tried. Words have fluttered out of my head. I’m consumed by joy, lust, and other emotions that are too wispy to catch hold of long enough to name. He is everything I’ve ever wanted in a Dom. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. And more.

He strokes my hair. “There were a few other toys that piqued my interest.”

I look up. “Oh?”

“Do you play with toys?”

“You mean vibrators and Fleshjacks and so on?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, when I’m single.”

“Would you be open to me using toys on you?”

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, nod, and make a strangled sound that I hope sounds affirmative.

“What about this?” He navigates to a remote-controlled prostate massager.

I widen my eyes at the cost. “Sir, I—”

“I’m spoiling you,” he sing-songs.

“I know, but—”

“Let me.”

His voice is so commanding I can’t do anything but nod.

He adds it to the cart.

“And this.” He goes straight to a warming, vibrating male masturbator.

How long has he been looking at this site? Again, the price blows my mind, but I don’t mention it this time.

“You could use it while I fuck you.”