Page 110 of The Christmas Trap

When he’s done, he steps back and surveys me splayed out for his delectation. The touch of his eyes on my body feels physical. Enough to make me flinch yet also bloom with the satisfaction of being at the focus of his attention. It feels right in a way I can’t even begin to verbalize. It’s a feeling in my guts, which spreads to my extremities. A sensation of being one with the darkest, most hidden parts of me.

He reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out a vibrator, along with a tube of lube.

My breath hitches. My stomach tightens. "Are you going to use that on me?" I squeak.

"Will you let me use it on you?" He holds my gaze.

The expression in his eyes asks:Do you trust me?The question isn’t spoken aloud, but I hear it anyway. I nod.

His nostrils flare.

"That’s my good girl."

A moan leaves my lips. I realize, I’d do anything to hear him say those two words over and over again.

The bed dips, and he kneels between my legs.

He leans over me and pours a drop of lube on each of my nipples. Then on my clit. I’ve hardly processed that when he switches on the vibrator. The low buzzing is as if a million bees have fluttered their wings over my nerve endings. I can’t stop myself from shivering in anticipation. He hasn’t even moved, and my thigh muscles clench. My shoulders tremble. I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do with the wand. At the same time, I dread it.

I’m so turned on, I’m going to come quickly. I’m embarrassed by how turned on I am.

He touches the toy to my nipple, and I buck my body. "Oh my God," I pant.

He pulls back, giving me time to adjust to the sensations pulsing from the point of contact.

"You’re so sensitive," he says with satisfaction. "If I were to touch your clit, how long would you hold out."

"Not long," I admit.

"Hmm." He firms his lips. "You can’t come until I give you permission."

"What?" I swallow. "How is that even possible? I’m so close."

"You are." He reaches down, scoops my cum from my inner thigh, and holds up his glistening finger, like it’s a trophy. "Which is why you can’t come."

I scowl. "How does that make any sense? Also, it’s physically impossible for me to wait until you tell me to."

His lips curl. "We’ll see, shall we?"

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Brody

"Your body knows I’m your master."

My statement might sound arrogant, but it’s the truth. And she knows it. As evidenced by the doubt that flashes across her features.

She huffs. "We’ll see."

In reply, I touch the vibrator to her other nipple.

Her back arches off the bed. "Brody," she cries out.

The sound of my name from my wife’s lips is a clarion call to the beast inside me. I lower my head and close my mouth over hers. I draw in her breaths, feast on her taste, and swipe my tongue over the seam of her lips.

When I pull back, she stares at me dazedly. A stunned look on her features. I’ve pleasured her. And damn, if that doesn’t feel incredible. To worship at the altar of her satisfaction is what givesmethe greatest satisfaction.

I slide down her chest, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts, then lower down in the center of her rib cage. I lick into herbelly button and am rewarded with a shudder. And when I reach the hallowed pink flesh between her thighs, her entire body shudders.