Sultry at 30 (Love Without Batteries)

by Cassandra Lawson

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Delaney

  Damn Sebastian and his handcuffs!

  He’d been right about them inspiring me in my writing. Dax and Marissa had been having much kinkier sex since I’d met Sebastian, and I’d written a scorching scene involving handcuffs. After that, I’d needed to go to my room to try to relieve a little tension with my replacement for Justin, The Green Goblin. It was my first time using my new vibrator, and I may have jinxed him with the name. He really was a horrible lover. The vibrations were all wrong, and despite looking like he was the same shape as Justin, the clit stimulator didn’t hit the right spot. It was a horribly awkward situation, and The Green Goblin was now in the drawer with my other disappointing vibrator purchases.

  Naturally, I had to share this latest disappointment with my friends in a group text.

  ME: The Green Goblin arrived. Such a disappointment.

  No one replied right away, so I decided to share more details.

  ME: Sebastian gave me handcuffs.

  CHELS: Did you really name that vibrator The Green Goblin?

  ME: It’s green and probably glows in the dark. Brook called him a sex goblin first, and I couldn’t get the name out of my head.

  BROOK: I think we jinxed it with the name.

  ME: I was thinking the same thing.

  CHELS: Now, about those handcuffs. . .

  ME: LOL! You are such a pervy little rope bunny, aren’t you?

  BROOK: Rope bunny? I’ve never heard that one.

  CHELS: Delaney has been looking up all the terminology so she can be a proper submissive for Sebastian.

  BROOK: Did he collar you yet?

  I laughed at Brook’s question. As near as I could tell, Brook was the most vanilla person in my acquaintance. I still had my suspicions about her enjoying a good spanking, but she refused to confirm or deny that suspicion. I was a much better friend—one who shared all my naughty fun with my friends.

  ME: Sebastian isn’t that kinky. He is evil though. I can’t believe he left these handcuffs with me and told me I’d have to wait until next week for him to use them. I may die from horniness in the meantime.

  CHELS: You can’t die from horniness. Only teen boys think that.

  BROOK: Why not just stay with Sebastian?

  That was a good question. I’d given Sebastian the reason of needing to focus on my writing, and it was true, but that wasn’t the only reason I’d come home. I’d spent the last two weeks with Sebastian, mostly at his home. On days when I had piano lessons, we’d stayed at my place. We’d only known each other three weeks. When Sebastian had referred to his bedroom as our bedroom, the reality of the situation had hit me. I was pretty much living with a guy I’d just met. So, I’d made up a bunch of excuses to give myself some space. Despite what the characters in my books did, it was insane to move in with Sebastian this soon. The problem with my argument was that I felt like I knew Sebastian better than I’d known Cody after a year of marriage. I decided to be honest with my friends. They wouldn’t judge me.

  ME: I got scared. I haven’t known him long.

  CHELS: That makes sense.

  BROOK: I can see why you’d get nervous. Things are moving fast.

  ME: I really like him.

  BROOK: We know, sweetie. I’m sure he’s also figured that out.

  CHELS: He’d better have figured that out. If not, he’s too dumb for you.

  ME: I doubt anyone calls Sebastian dumb.

  CHELS: Then he knows you like him. Are you regretting going home for the week?

  ME: Yes.

  BROOK: Why not have him pick you up? I’m sure he’d be happy to take you back to his sex dungeon.

  ME: Sex dungeon? What have you been reading, Brook?

  CHELS: I loaned her a few books.

  That explained Brook’s attempt to throw in BDSM phrases.

  ME: I don’t think real people have sex dungeons. I could be wrong.

  CHELS: They might.

  BROOK: The collar thing is real, right?

  ME: I promise to educate you on the BDSM world later.

  BROOK: Does this mean Sebastian is your Dom?

  I had to laugh at my friend’s question. Brook seemed to have channeled her inner me that day.

  ME: No, he’s not my Dom. I just read a bunch of stuff for research. What should I do about Sebastian?

  CHELS: Stop stressing about it.

  BROOK: She’s right. This week may be a good time for you to think about your feelings for Sebastian and where you want things to go with him. Just don’t spend it mentally sabotaging things with Sebastian.

  Before I could respond, I noticed a text from Sebastian had come in. I clicked on his text.

  SEBASTIAN: Did you unpack your suitcase yet?

  ME: Not yet. Why? Are you trying to convince me to go back to your place?

  SEBASTIAN: I wouldn’t argue if you wanted me to pick you up, but that’s not why I asked. I put a present in there for you.

  ME: More bondage toys?

  SEBASTIAN: Why don’t you check your suitcase?

  I set my phone on the bed and grabbed my suitcase. Inside there was indeed a present. It was wrapped in white paper with black polka dots. The large pink bow had been crushed. I was certain Sebastian hadn’t wrapped it. There was a card attached to the top. The envelope had the words, Open after the gift, written on the outside. As I opened the gift, I couldn’t hold back my gasp of surprise. Under the paper was a box—the same type of box Justin had come in. Certain, I had to be seeing things, I open the box, and removed the vibrator—Justin’s twin. Next I opened the card.

  Delaney,

  My sister has a friend who used to host pleasure parties, and she still had a few things left in her inventory. I hope you enjoy having this around when I’m not there to make you scream.

  Yours,

  Sebastian

  I was having a lot of trouble believing what he’d done. Many women wouldn’t consider this a romantic gesture, but the fact that Sebastian had put effort into finding this exact model for me, made me feel a little weepy.

  My first text was to Brook and Chelsea. I know that’s crazy, but I was too excited to keep this to myself.

  ME: Sebastian found Justin’s twin. He hid it in my suitcase.

  CHELS: You need to marry him.

  BROOK: Agreed. Now, call him and talk dirty to that man. He deserves it.

  He deserved so much more than that. Insane as it might be, this made me feel much more secure in my feelings for Sebastian. He just got me.

  Sebastian answered my call on the first ring. “Hey there, beautiful.” His voice vibrated through the line and moved along my skin like a caress.

  “I can’t believe you did this for me,” I told him, my voice filled with emotion.

  Sebastian chuckled. “We really are a strange couple. When I got that from my sister, she suggested I get you jewelry instead. I told her you’d much rather have this.”

  “This is definitely the perfect gift,” I assured him. “I wish I’d known it was there before I tried using The Green Goblin.”

  “The Green Goblin?” he asked around a laugh.

  “My replacement attempt for Justin,” I explained. “It’s a very bright green. Sadly, the goblin couldn’t get the job done.”

  “That’s probably just as well,” he began. “The name is not at all sexy. Who wants to spend the evening being pleasured by The Green Goblin?”

  “My friends didn’t like the name either,” I added.

  “What did your friends say about my gift to you?” he asked.

  “What makes you think I told them before I called you?” was my response.

  “I know you,” he replied. “Does that scare you?”

  “A little,” I confessed. “The idea is definitely growing on me.”

  “I miss you,” he murmured. “I just went for a run to try to relieve some tension while I waited for you to find your present.”

  “Why didn’t you give it to
me in person?” I asked.

  “I’m still a little jealous of your relationship with Justin,” he told me.

  “You are not jealous of my vibrator,” I said with a laugh.

  “I really am a little jealous,” he admitted. “That’s not really why I did this. I wanted to give you your space, but I liked the idea of you coming across this surprise after I left.”

  “Would you laugh if I admitted this is the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me?” I asked.

  “I definitely need to step up my game,” he muttered. “I have a confession to make.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “I got you two of those vibrators,” he replied.

  “You did?” I asked. “Where’s the other one?”

  “My bedroom,” he replied. “Next week, when you’re handcuffed to my bed, I plan to use that toy on you, among other things.”

  I nearly whimpered at the mental image Sebastian had painted. While I’d joked about having a threesome with Justin before, I’d never expected to be handcuffed to a bed while a hot younger guy pleasured me. I’d written plenty about toys being used, but somehow never believed it carried over to real life.

  “This is going to be a long week,” I complained.

  “But you were right about needing this time to yourself,” he added.

  I felt a little bad about using my writing as an excuse. “It’s not all about my writing,” I admitted.

  “I know,” he told me. “You need time to think without me distracting you.”

  “Something tells me you’ll be a distraction even if you’re not here,” I grumbled.

  “I certainly hope so,” he replied. “Think about me and remember all the reasons we’re good together.”

  I could guarantee I’d be doing that during our week apart.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Sebastian

  I’d been looking forward to getting my hands and mouth on Delaney all week. We’d had dinner on Wednesday, and I’d been a perfect gentleman—mostly a perfect gentleman. To avoid the temptation at her front door, we’d agree to meet at the restaurant. It had been a nice dinner. Other than the sexual tension between us, we’d both been relaxed. Delaney didn’t seem nearly as worried about her feelings for me as she had earlier in the week.

  I still had no clue why I wasn’t more worried. After the way things had ended with Tessa, I should have been terrified of falling hard and fast for any woman. Delaney was also a little on the crazy side—crazy in a good way, but still crazy. There was no fear on my part. I was looking forward to exploring my feelings for Delaney. At the moment, I was mostly looking forward to exploring Delaney’s body. I’d missed her.

  Looking at the clock again, I wondered if she’d changed her mind. The night before she’d seemed excited about spending the weekend with me.

  I knew she was excited about exploring bondage, and we were at the right point to try this. My games with her had helped prepare her for what I had planned. Delaney no longer forgot to keep her hands above her head when I told her to. She kept them there until I said she could move them. The handcuffs would dig into her wrists if she moved around too much, something I wanted to avoid. When I had her in ropes or softer cuffs, her struggles would only enhance both our pleasures. I knew many women liked the feel of the metal digging into their wrists, but I didn’t think Delaney would be one of them. I also wanted her comfortable enough with me controlling her pleasure that being bound wouldn’t make her uneasy. Bondage was not something to be shared with strangers. It required trust. When I’d left the handcuffs with Delaney, I’d worried she might not be ready, but I’d figured this week would give her enough time to think about it. If thinking about them gave her any anxiety, we’d wait. As it turned out, Delaney was very excited to try them out, if her texts were anything to go by.

  When the doorbell finally rang, my lips lifted in a predatory smile that remained in place as I opened the door to find Delaney standing on my front porch in a black trench coat. Her overnight and laptop bags were sitting beside her.

  “What have you got under that coat?” I murmured as I moved to the side to watch Delaney saunter into my home. I grabbed her bags and set them inside the door.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she asked with an inviting smile.

  “Why don’t you take that off and show me?” I suggested.

  “Didn’t you promise to feed me dinner?” she asked. The woman was a tease, and I loved it.

  “And it’s ready,” I replied, looping my fingers through hers and leaning in for a brief kiss. I enjoyed the way Delaney shuddered as my lips teased hers. I led her to the kitchen. Dinner was nothing fancy, just crock pot beef stew. I figured by the time I got home from work, it would be too late to cook.

  “That smells incredible,” Delaney praised as she inhaled deeply and sighed.

  “Beef stew,” I told her as I served up a bowl and set it on the table. “It’s a little warm in here. Maybe you should take your jacket off.”

  Delaney stood, untied the belt on her trench coat, and draped it over the chair. I nearly swallowed my tongue. Under the coat, she wore a lacy bra and thong set in a deep wine color. Her legs were covered with thigh-high stockings, the kind that stayed up on their own. Rather than the high heels most would expect, Delaney wore plain ballet flats, which she quickly kicked off.

  “The shoes ruin the effect, but I can’t walk in heels,” she explained.

  The slight blush staining her cheeks made the entire effect even more alluring. She was a sensual creature, yet still innocent in some ways.

  “I don’t care what you have on your feet,” I admitted. “Where are the handcuffs?” I asked.

  “I forgot them,” she said with an exaggerated look of concern.

  “Liar,” I accused softly.

  “They’re in the pocket of my jacket,” she told me. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear them jangling around in there.”

  “I was a little distracted,” I confessed.

  Dinner was tense. I kept looking over at Delaney breasts, which were nearly spilling out of her bra. When I managed to look away from them, I was met with her seductive smile or her tongue moving along her spoon as she moaned. It wasn’t the stew she was enjoying so much as teasing me. I was enjoying it, too. Part of my pleasure came from the knowledge that I’d get to repay the favor very soon.

  “Are you done eating?” I rasped out.

  She cocked her head to the side. “I’m not sure. Don’t you have dessert for me?”

  I chuckled at her teasing comment and crooked a finger at her from the opposite side of the table. “Come on over here, Delaney. It’s time for my dessert.”

  Delaney’s green eyes darkened, and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “What are you having for dessert?” she breathed out.

  “You,” I replied, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed and her breathing became somewhat labored. “Now, come over here.”

  Delaney stood and walked around the table, stopping when she was standing directly in front of me. “Do you like what you see?” she drawled.

  “Very much so,” I told her. “The trench coat was a nice touch.” I still hadn’t touched her, merely sat there, taking in the sight of her. Delaney didn’t squirm or fidget under my regard. Her lips were curled into a wicked grin as she allowed me to enjoy the view. I’d had a week to dream about having Delaney again.

  Spreading my legs slightly, I reached out and pulled her close. One hand cradled her cheek as I pulled her face down toward mine, drinking in her sigh when our lips met. I savored her mouth at a leisurely pace. My tongue barely slid in before retreating. By the time I deepened the kiss, Delaney was squirming and clutching my biceps. If I reached between us, I’d find her panties wet. She was hot and ready for me.

  Breaking the kiss, I motioned toward the trench coat draped over the back of her chair. “Go get the handcuffs.”

  Delaney hesitated for a moment and I grinned. “What game are you think
ing you want to play?” I asked.

  “I was wondering if I should refuse to see if you’d spank me,” she admitted with no shame.

  Quickly getting to my feet, I spun her to face the table. I pushed her forward until she was bent over and massaged her ass, loving the way she moaned and squirmed. Leaning forward, I pushed her hair to the side and bit the back of her neck. “Who’s in charge when we play?” I murmured before leaning closer to take her earlobe between my teeth.

  “You are,” she said on a moan.

  “That’s right,” I praised as I guided her back to a standing position with my hand in her hair. “I’m in charge of your pleasure.”

  She smiled at me. “I should probably be embarrassed by how turned on I get when you say things like that.”

  “No, you shouldn’t,” I assured her. “You know what you like, and there’s no reason to be ashamed of it.”

  “You’re right,” she agreed.

  “Go get those handcuffs, beautiful,” I crooned. “I want to spend some time playing with your body.”

  Delaney nodded and walked over to remove the handcuffs from the pocket of her coat. I followed along behind her.

  “I’ve got them,” she announced in a voice shaky with arousal.

  “Good,” I praised before lifting her in my arms and carrying her to my bedroom. My dick was throbbing with each step, and I kept reminding myself that I needed to wait. I would slide into Delaney’s hot body, but not just yet. I loved this part. We’d share in the sensual torture, both aching for a release that would only come when I decided it was time. I had to exercise complete control over both of us. It was a challenge I loved, and one that was even greater with Delaney involved.

  Setting her gently on the bed, I took two steps back. “Set the handcuffs down and take your bra off. There was no hesitation. Delaney immediate obeyed my command. She wouldn’t follow orders anywhere else, but when it came to sex, she trusted me to take care of her every need.