But the toys he’d pulled out of the bag were also a temptation, and one he didn’t want to dismiss. He’d meant it when he said he wanted to watch her come. And this time, it would be without the focus of his pleasure to distract him.
He reached for the first one, something that looked a bit like a finger puppet, only it was a vibrator.
“You’re going to make yourself come, angel,” he murmured and handed it to her. “And I’m going to watch.”
Megan’s eyes widened, but she still accepted the small toy, sliding it onto her middle finger. She twisted it this way and that, before pressing a button on the side. A soft buzzing filled the air.
“Now play with that sweet little clit of yours,” he commanded through hooded eyes.
With her legs splayed over the chair, Megan leaned back and closed her eyes, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she brought the tiny vibrator between her legs.
As he watched, her ass clenched and she sucked in a breath, her lower body undulating against her finger.
Damn, she was sexy as hell. Trevor’s breath caught and his cock strained against his jeans. Walking in front of the chair, he sat on the edge of the coffee table. “Use your other hand and start fingering yourself.”
Megan drew her bottom lip between her teeth, but obediently slid her hand down and pushed a finger into her pussy. Her brows knit together and she shook her head.
“How does that feel, angel?”
“It’s not enough… Sir.”
Trevor stood again, circling around the chair and leaning down to pinch one of her stiff nipples. She let out a ragged moan and her hips bucked.
“What’s not enough?”
“My finger,” she pleaded. “It can’t go as deep as I need it.”
He tweaked her other nipple and smiled when her head twisted against the chair.
“Hmm. Let me see what I can do about that.”
Moving away from her again, Trevor found the toy bag and began digging through it. A long velvet bag drew his attention and he picked it up, pulling the drawstring top open to peer inside.
Well, well, well, wouldn’t this be fun?
He pulled the glass dildo from the bag and turned back to Megan. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, the pleasure and frustration on her face so fucking sexy. Her gaze slipped to the object in his hands and her breasts rose sharply with the breath she drew in.
Trevor knelt down beside the recliner and leaned over her, pulling her fingers away from her pussy. Unable to resist, he lifted her hand to his mouth and licked her fingers, still shiny with her juices.
“Oh, God, Trevor…” she whispered, a shudder running through her and her eyes darkening to a stormy blue.
He didn’t bother to scold her for not saying Sir, the sound of his name on her lips was too damn sweet. Almost as sweet as the taste of her pussy. He caught himself as he was about to lean down and fill her opening with his tongue.
No, this time was about the toys. There would be plenty of time later to go down on her.
Instead, he placed the tip of the glass against her moist opening and then slid it slowly inside.
Megan jerked against the chair with a gasp, her body clenched around the dildo so hard he could barely push it farther in.
“Relax, angel,” he murmured. “Just keep rubbing your clit with that vibrator and let me fuck you with this.”
Her muscles immediately went lax, and when he glanced at her again she was watching him. Her blue eyes shiny with arousal and trust. And then her lashes fluttered down as she began to rub herself once more. He smiled, his blood pumping a little harder as he pushed the dildo farther inside her body.
Watching the clear glass with purple swirls disappear between the wet folds of her pussy, he clenched his jaw, focusing only on her, not the reaction of his body.
As he began to slowly fuck her with the dildo, her stomach clenched and she let out a low keening moan. Still, she never stopped rubbing her clit with the vibrator.
“There you go, angel. Make yourself come.”
Megan rubbed faster, her breaths coming out in ragged puffs as she grew closer to her climax.
“Yeah…just like that,” he encouraged softly, moving the dildo in and out of her more rapidly now.
“Oh God!” she screamed, her head falling back against the recliner and her ass lifted.
Trevor struggled to keep penetrating her with the glass as her body clenched around it and she trembled through her orgasm.
When she finally went limp in the chair, her head lolling to the side as she dragged in a shuddering breath, he pulled the dildo from her and removed the vibrator from her finger.
He eased her legs back over the armrests and brushed a kiss across her forehead, then stood and went to clean the toys in the sink.
When he returned a few minutes later she was watching him, curled up in the recliner now, her blue eyes shiny with satisfaction.
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, as he sat on the arm’s edge.
“Mmm. Thank you for the little show. And the toys.” He shook his head and ran his finger over the smooth glass dildo. “Tell me what it was like having this inside you.”
Megan let out a little snort and then laughed. “It was freezing at first, and completely unyielding. It was nothing like having you inside me,” she admitted on a sigh. “I mean it wasn’t bad…but… Hmm. Put it this way. Having that glass dildo inside me was probably what it feels like to fuck Edward Cullen.”
Trevor stilled, pushing back the flare of jealousy. “And who the fuck is Edward Cullen?”
Megan laughed even louder. “You don’t even want to know. But he’s not real.”
His mouth curled into a smile as he leaned down to scoop her up. “You worry me sometimes, Megan.”
“As well I should,” she nearly purred, rubbing her cheek against his chest. “Where are we going?”
“To the shower,” he replied. “I want you again, angel. I haven’t been able to get the other night out of my head, and I want a repeat performance.”
Megan kissed his shoulder. “That sounds like a damn fine plan to me. Lead on, soldier. Err… Sir.”
Trevor let out a soft laugh of his own. God, this woman was amazing. She’d kept up her end of the bargain and he knew she was waiting for him to follow up on his. But she wasn’t pushing. And that’s what made her so incredible.
His jaw flexed and his stomach roiled at the idea of talking about it. Of exposing Megan to the horrors of his past. But he’d made a promise and at some point, he’d have to fulfill it.
But for now he was only thinking about slick bodies under the shower and being buried deep inside Megan again. Adjusting his grip on her, he made his way to the bathroom.
Megan poured a little olive oil into the frying pan and then went to the fridge to pull out the chicken, setting it on the counter.
Every muscle in her body ached at least a little bit, if not a lot. But it was a delicious, wonderful feeling. Her thighs fell into the seriously aching category, and remembering what Trevor had done to her in that recliner this afternoon had the ability to make her legs tremble. And then the wonderfully amazing slow sex in the shower.
“I’m starving.”
She glanced up as Trevor entered the kitchen. His hair was still damp and he hadn’t put a shirt on, the only thing he wore was a pair of black board shorts.
Just seeing his naked chest and his languid stride had her pulse quickening and her tongue going thick in her mouth.
“I’m cooking up some chicken with pasta,” she said with a brief smile. “Your cousin left us a stocked fridge. And seeing as it’s about dinner time and we didn’t eat lunch…”
Trevor crossed the floor and brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek.
“I thought I gave you a snack earlier.”
His wicked smile had her cheeks heating with the reminder of her being on her knees in the entryway.
She turned her head and nipped at his fingers.
“You’re so bad, Trevor. But don’t worry, that’s part of why I love you.”
He didn’t step away or laugh with her, and she faltered at the sudden seriousness in his gaze.
“Trevor?”
“We were ambushed,” he said quietly. “In Afghanistan.”
Megan blinked in shock. It was happening, he was finally confiding in her. A lump formed in her throat and her heart began a steady thumping. She turned off the stove, pulled the pan from the burner, but didn’t say anything, just waited for him to continue.
“Our translator had gone missing and when he finally called for help, we didn’t arrive in time. He was dead. I let my soldiers get out of the Humvee, realizing too late it was an ambush.”
He cleared his throat and then leaned back against the counter, staring straight ahead.
“The body of our translator and the men who’d been in the car with him were on the road. They were rigged as an IED.”
Improvised explosive device. Loving a military man who’d been in a war zone, especially Iraq or Afghanistan, she’d learned really quick what dangers were out there for them. IED’s were one of the biggest ones.
Her heart tripped and she felt the sting of tears in her eyes.
“Knocked me out cold. When I came to I found one of my soldiers almost dead, and two others trying to defend themselves against a small arms attack from insurgents.”
Megan clenched her fists, wanting to throw herself into his arms, reaffirm that he’d made it out alive. He was standing here today—he’d survived, but hearing the harrowing story made her realize how close she’d been to losing him.
She resisted the urge to touch him, though, knowing if she did he might stop talking. Might shut down like he’d done every other time.
“We fought back, shooting at anything that moved. All I wanted was to keep my men alive,” he said stoically. “It was my fault, I should’ve realized it was a trap and never let my soldiers get out.” He was quiet for a moment. “I’d just sent one soldier back into the Humvee to call for help when the bastards started shooting rocket-propelled grenades.”
“Trevor…” she whispered, unable to keep silent anymore or maintain her distance. She stepped in front of him and took his hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head, his gaze haunted, and he kept swallowing, like he was trying not to get sick.
“One of my soldiers lost his leg that day, another lost his life.”
Her heart pinched and she pressed her lips together to stifle her cry of pain for him. Lifting her hands, she cupped his cheeks and brushed her mouth against his.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, Trevor.”
He closed his eyes and nodded. “I think…this fulfills part of my side of the bargain.”
Megan froze, disappointment sinking through her as she watched him close himself off again, and then literally step away from her.
“I’m going to get dressed and take a walk alone,” he said quietly. “I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
She watched him leave and a wave of sadness swept through her, leaving a heavy feeling in her body, and her mind exhausted.
It was a start, she told herself. He’d opened up a little, and now probably needed some time alone. Though she’d known he’d been hurt in an attack, she’d never known the details.
Now she did, and they were horrific. How had he lived, keeping that locked inside him? She sniffed and blinked the tears from her eyes, and then dragged in a deep breath.
Cook dinner.
Needing the distraction, to not think about the tortured look in Trevor’s eyes, she flipped the stove back on and turned her attention to something she could control for the time being.
Chapter Fourteen
Megan brushed her teeth in the bathroom and her stomach roiled with nerves. Who knew what the rest of the night would hold? Earlier today she would’ve expected some more fun with the toys she’d brought.
But Trevor had been too quiet since he’d confided in her. He’d returned from his walk emotionally distanced, he’d barely spoken and he had made no effort to touch her.
She’d watched him as they ate, seen the rigidity in his muscles and tightness in his jaw. He’d been so uncommonly tense and quiet, she got the distinct impression he was angry. Maybe resented her for making him promise to have the conversation.
She set her toothbrush back in her plastic travel bag and sighed, grabbing her hairbrush before she looked up at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale—but then that was genetics, even the sun failed to help with that. She’d left her hair down more often lately, because she knew how much Trevor loved it that way. He’d always claimed fascination with the red strands.
Megan drew the brush over her hair, brushing it until it crackled with life and shined its brilliant color. She winced. God how she’d used to hate it as a kid. But growing up had made her realize how it was actually kind of cool to have the unique color and not have it come from a bottle.
Setting the hairbrush back down, she pulled a silky green negligee from her bag. She grimaced and tugged it on. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but who knew what she’d find when she left the bathroom. Maybe Trevor would insist on sleeping on the couch.
The idea made her gut twist and her throat tighten. Oh well, no more putting it off.
Grabbing the door handle, she turned it and pulled the door open, stepping into the bedroom.
Her steps faltered and her mouth fell open. The slow thump of her heart turned to a fast gallop as she stared at Trevor sitting naked on the edge of the bed.
He dangled a pair of pink fur-lined handcuffs from his index finger and in his other hand held the small flogger she’d bought.
Oh sweet Jesus. The handcuffs had seemed like a good idea, especially after that conversation with the girls during the bachelorette party. But the flogger she’d just kind of thrown into her basket randomly. Not for one moment had she expected Trevor to use it. It was more just to complete the kinkiness of the bag.
Clearing her throat, she tried not to look at the toys and gave him a brief smile. “Hey.”
He didn’t reply, just used the same finger that was dangling the cuffs to beckon her over.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Why had she come up with this anything-you-want submissive thing again?
She drew in an unsteady breath and approached him. “Trevor, about—”
“Sir,” he reminded her through hooded eyes. “And no talking unless I tell you to.”
Game on.
He stood and she inhaled sharply as her gaze landed on his hardened cock, just inches from her hip. “Take off your nightgown and underwear. You won’t be needing them.”
Heat slid through her body and her pussy clenched as cream gathered in it. This was why you agreed, because it’s such a turn-on.
Megan pulled off her negligee and slid out of her panties, then stood naked and unabashed as she waited for his next request.
His nostrils flared and his gaze darkened. “Climb onto the bed and lie down on your stomach.”
Her pulse jumped and she licked her lips as she moved to obey. The coverlet had been removed and so she crawled across the sheets on her hands and knees toward the pillows. She lay down, folding her arms and resting her forehead on them.
Firm hands gripped her ankles, pulling them apart and spreading her legs wide. The air in the room brushed between her legs, making the sensitive flesh tingle and her folds dampen further.
What would he do now? She only had the handcuffs, it wasn’t like—oh! Something silky wrapped around her ankle. There was a small tug and when she instinctively jerked back, she found she couldn’t close her legs.
The crack sounded before she felt the burn of his hand that smacked across her bottom.
“Stay still, angel,” he warned with amusement. “Unless I tell you that you can move.”
Megan bit back a groan, her ass still smarted from his reprimanding swat, and she kne
w it was only the beginning. She stayed as immobile as possible as he secured her other foot to the opposite side of the bed frame. Again she realized how much she trusted him, because being tied up wasn’t something she’d do for just any guy. But her love for Trevor pretty much meant she’d try anything. Do anything. At least once.
“Nice,” he muttered and then the mattress dipped as he sat. “Very nice.”
His palm closed over the cheek he’d just swatted, and squeezed the flesh.
“I like this position. I can see how wet your pussy if for me.” His hand slid inward and then he cupped her, sliding two fingers into her aching slit. “Oh yeah. Drenched.”
There was more movement and then she felt the leather of the small flogger trace over the back of her thighs. “I’m surprised you bought one of these, Meg. You realize they can sting, right?”
She nodded, without lifting her head from the pillow of her arms. The first wave of unease slid through her. It could very well hurt like crazy. And she’d just allowed Trevor to tie her down, while giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.
“I’ve never done this kind of thing,” he admitted, his tone curious. “But I think we’re supposed to establish some kind of safe word. How about marshmallow.”
Marshmallow? What were they, sitting around a campfire? Her lips almost curved into a smile, but she held it back and gave another nod. Marshmallow it was.
“Your ass looks really pretty,” he murmured. “Flushed from my handprint. I bet it’ll look really hot in a minute.”
How badly would it hurt? And would she be one of those girls who kind of liked it? Or would she be screaming marshmallow the moment the leather connected with her skin. She braced herself, lips parted to scream the word.
There was no warning before the first crack of the leather slapped across her butt. She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening. Despite the sting, a small tingle of pleasure sizzled through her. Well this was interesting. Wanting to see if it would continue to grow, she closed her mouth without protest and waited for the next slap to fall.
“You okay, angel?” His gentle question, showing his concern even through the play, had her heart squeezing with her love for him.
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