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BAILEY
“Time for the swag bags!” Dia yells, cupping her hands around her mouth as if there are more than just the five of us girls in the room. Between us, we've already put away at least four bottles of wine so far, after starting the night with tequila shots because we had to make use of our dick-shaped glasses.
“I’m scared,” Grace says, taking her bag from Dia’s extended hand and setting it between her crisscrossed legs on the bed. I knew from the moment I met her and Bella that we were all going to get along so well. Grace is engaged to Tanner Lake, the Blizzard’s quarterback, and I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone as obsessed with their man as she is. From what she told me, they fell in love the summer after her high school graduation and ended up being separated for five years. Tanner recently fought to win her back, and their relationship has been moving at warp speed ever since. I don't blame them, though. I get it. I'm feeling the same way about Jett right now, even though our past doesn't quite look the same. At the end of the day, when someone has your heart, the details of how they got it don’t matter.
“You’re scared ?” Bella mocks, raising a brow. “I’d confidently bet every dollar my last album made that you’ve been tied to some type of bondage device, fighting for your life in the last seventy-two hours. But you’re afraid of that ?” she says, tipping her wine glass at Grace’s lap.
“Touché,” she replies, smirking as Dia goes around the room, handing us each our own swag bag. We all wait as Grace reaches in and pulls out the first item, holding it up with an annoyed sigh.
“Fuzzy handcuffs? What is this, Davis? Amateur hour?” she quips, setting them down as Dia scowls in her direction. She sticks her hand back in the bag, a devious smile covering her face as she draws it out. “Now, this might be useful.” A very large bright pink dildo hangs from her hand, flopping back and forth as she shows it off to us.
“I’ve seen bigger.” Bella shrugs before chugging what’s left in her wine glass.
Oh my God. What have I gotten myself into?
“Okay, guys,” Grace says, pointing the impressive toy around the room at each of us. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Stupid fucking card,” I mumble, waving it over the lock sensor for the fiftieth time. I snuck out of Grace’s room when I was sure the others had dozed off, tiptoeing down the hall practically naked. I thought we were going for a comfier night, but when I pulled out my cotton shorts and t-shirt to change, Mads stopped me and handed out matching silk nighties to everyone. Dia was sprawled across the floor next to my pile of clothes when I left, so I decided to just leave it because I didn’t want to wake her.
“Why?” I whisper when the light on the lock blinks red again. Just as I’m about to resign myself to sleeping in the hallway, it turns green and I quickly take advantage, pushing the lever and opening the door. The room is nearly pitch black when I enter, other than the lights from the city bleeding through the cracks in the curtains. I can see enough to make out Jett’s muscled back as he sleeps peacefully on his stomach with one leg hiked out to the side. The blanket is barely covering his ass, and the waistband of his designer boxer briefs is peeking out from beneath it. I take a few seconds to admire him before quietly walking past to set my bag of gifts down in the corner.
“Hey, pretty girl. Have a good time?” he rasps, inhaling deeply as he turns his body to face me. His hair is mussed and his eyes are tired, but he still somehow manages to make my heart skip a beat.
“Yeah,” I reply. “Sorry I woke you. I was trying to be quiet. Let me just put everything over here and I’ll get in bed.”
He sits, scooting himself toward the headboard as the blanket slips down, revealing his semi-hard length. He obviously just woke up, and that’s normal, so I do my best to ignore it.
I turn, attempting to hide the bag, but he nods toward it with a questioning look. “What’s that?”
Shit.
“It’s…nothing,” I reply nervously, shoving it into the pile of my stuff that I dropped off here after going home earlier. “Just some party favors.”
He stands, and I can’t stop myself from peeking over at his dick that’s now tenting the material of his boxers. The thing is huge and impossible not to notice, but if I don’t play it cool, this whole situation is going to get awkward really quick. I’m not embarrassed about using sex toys, but the ones Dia gave us are certainly a few steps up from what I’m used to. I fully intend to take them for a spin when I’m alone, but Jett and I have barely been intimate at all. I can’t even imagine what he would think if he saw what I’m trying so hard to hide right now .
“Jesus Christ, Bay. What are you wearing?” he says, stopping in his tracks when he takes in the black silk nightie that barely covers my ass. The matching undies peek out from underneath, and even though I’ve been wearing it all night, I’m suddenly feeling very exposed. My nipples harden against the smooth fabric as he approaches, reaching out and running the backs of his fingers down my arm. Goosebumps erupt across my skin in their wake, and even though I’m burning up, I shiver.
“M-Mads got them for us,” I stutter, leaning into his touch as he steps even closer, ghosting his hands up and down my sides.
“Remind me to send her a fruit basket,” he says, leaning down and dragging his tongue from the base of my neck up to my ear. I moan in response, my body trembling as he pulls me flush against him. His erection presses into my stomach, and he reaches around to palm my ass so he can hold me tightly to him.
“What’s in the bag, baby?” he says into my ear. “I know those girls, and I’m betting they sent you back to me with some interesting goodies. Why don’t you show me?”
I huff a breathy laugh. “ Interesting doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I swallow nervously, backing away as I reach for the floor. Wrapping my shaking hands around the handles, I lift the bag between us. He adjusts his erection, tucking the head of his cock up under his waistband before taking it from me.
His hand dips inside, and his eyes widen as he pulls out a pair of satin wrist restraints. They’re fluffy on the inside and tie together with a pink ribbon. He gives me a sexy wink as he sets them on the bed. His hand disappears back into the bag, and he smirks as he takes out the next two items—a matching blindfold and ball gag. My cheeks heat and I shift nervously from one foot to the other as he tosses them with the restraints and goes back for more. He unceremoniously pulls out a bottle of lube and a small box of condoms, putting them on top of the pile. It’s not until he reaches in for the last item that a dull throb begins to bloom to life between my legs.
“Well, what do we have here?” he asks, gripping onto the high-tech toy. Don’t get me wrong, I have a whole box of dildos and vibes under my bed, but nothing like this one. I was embarrassed when I first opened it, but I can’t say I wasn’t secretly excited to try it out by myself. The deep purple silicone is firm and smooth, with two separate parts sticking out from the main vibrator. One is meant to press against the clit, and the other is for anal penetration. There are several modes to make each part vibrate separately at various intensities, or all three can be turned on at once.
“That was Dia,” I say quietly. “She put the bags together.”
“Remind me to buy her a car,” he rasps, stepping back into me. “Are you drunk, Bay?”
I shake my head, swallowing thickly. “No. I stopped drinking hours ago. Everyone started to fall asleep, so I cleaned up and then snuck out.”
“Can we play?” he asks. I hesitate at first, but not because I don’t want to. I know I shouldn’t worry about the fact that we just came back into each other’s lives after so many years apart, and what Mads said earlier was true. I know how I feel about Jett. Maybe it’ll turn into more, maybe it won’t. But why waste the time we have here not doing things just because we feel like other people might think it’s wrong? None of this feels wrong to me.
“Yes,” I whisper, right before he dips down and presses his lips to mine. I snake my arms over his shoulders, and he lifts under my ass, urging me to bring my legs around his waist. He deepens the kiss, massaging my tongue with his as he turns and carries me to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress and crawling over me. I can’t stop myself from lifting my hips into the air, desperate for some friction, but he doesn’t give it. Instead, he reaches over to the pile of stuff next to me, gathers my wrists in both hands, and fastens them into the restraints. Each one is secured separately with Velcro, then they’re tied together in the front. When he’s content with the pretty pink bow, he gently brings my arms up over my head. “Keep them here or I’ll tie them to the headboard. Understand?”
I nod my head rapidly and my pulse speeds up as he reaches back over and returns with the blindfold. He gently places it over my eyes, lifting my head just enough to fasten it at the back. My breathing quickens, and my chest heaves with every inhale as I wait to find out what he’ll do next.
“Have you ever heard of a Pleasure Dom, Bailey?” he asks. I shake my head, because while the words seem pretty self-explanatory, I want him to tell me himself. “ It’s someone who gets off on making their partner come. Making you feel good last night was all I needed to explode the way I did. I asked you if you wanted another one, and stopped when you said you were satisfied, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to force more orgasms out of you. I wanted to make you feel so much pleasure that you broke and cried for me. I wanted to make you come so many times that you begged me to stop. I knew I couldn’t do that last night. But if you trust me, I’d like to try now. We’ll test it at first. I’ll check in after every orgasm and see if you’d like to keep going. If you don’t, we’ll stop immediately, and I’ll provide aftercare. If you do, I’ll keep pushing you as close to your limits as you can handle.”
I play the words over in my head, weighing the consequences, but ultimately throw caution to the wind because I can’t think of anything I want more right now than to let this man make me his.
“I trust you.”