Page 105 of Pretty Plaything

Epilogue

IKNOW ALESSANDRO WANTSto do something special for our fifth anniversary, but I’m just terribly impatient.

I’m on my knees, my eyes covered with a blindfold, earphones in my ears.

And then I feel his hands on my breasts, groping and pinching my nipples. Warmth instantly pools between my legs.

I feel him lift me into his arms and carry me somewhere. He lays me down on the bed and grips my wrists, tying them to the headboard.

His hands slide up and down my body, teasing me. Just as he’s about to reach my core, his hand pulls away.

And then I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. I wiggle a little, hoping to catch his attention.

Is he watching me? Is he even there?

The fire inside me rages.

Oh hell.

Something cold spills over my stomach, making me yelp. It’s a shock against my heated flesh.

Alessandro’s tongue laps it all up, creating paths of warmth all over my skin. His mouth closes around my breast, sucking hard, while his fingers twirl around my other nipple.

When I can’t feel him anymore, I don’t know what he’s going to do next.

So I wait.

Not so patiently.

“Please,” I say.

He lifts up my legs and a hot shock of pain spreads through my ass as something hits my flesh. It stings and tingles until it only creates more warmth in my center.

Another searing strike.

Oh fuck.

What is that?

A cane?

Probably.

I don’t know when to expect the next stroke, so when I feel something touching me, I tense.

But I relax when I realize it’s Alessandro’s hand spreading my folds. His fingers dip inside me, pushing in and out.

And then I feel his tongue on my clit. He works my sensitive bud, licking and sucking, and I writhe on the bed, waves of pleasure surging through me.

Something presses against my back entrance, and my body already knows to relax. Alessandro pushes a butt plug inside me, and I let out a groan.

“I want to see you. Please,” I say.