Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Um, what’s all this?” I asked.
Johnny had been busy. This was every single sex toy from Lyssa’s box laid out on the bed.
He stood there, waving his hand out as if this was a game show, and the toys were my prize.
“I want to know your favorites.”
I swallowed hard. My favorites? The only reason I found the box under Lyssa’s bed at the ranch was because I’d kicked it and stubbed my toe. When I’d pulled the box out, I’d been embarrassed and impressed. Lyssa and I may have been identical twins, but we weren’t anything alike. I knew she had sex. A lot of it. But I didn’t need to know she liked to be restrained or enjoyed having a big plug put in her butt. So I’d tucked the box away because why would boring old Emma use any of the things the toy company had sent to Lyssa for the stretch last year when she’d been a rep?
But Johnny had made me feel adventurous. Made me put on my Lyssa persona and jump into being wild and crazy. But sex toys?
Johnny waited patiently–because his gaze raked over my body in my towel–as I processed what was going on here.
“You… um, what?”
He took a step closer to the toy display on his navy comforter. “What gets you hot, baby?”
“You,” I admitted.
“That’s real good to hear.” He grinned and reached for me, opening my towel to peruse my body. His groan of appreciation made my nipples harden. He tugged the ends of the towel to pull me flush against him. The bulge of his hardened cock pressed against my belly through his jeans. “Tonight, you get me and your favorite.” His voice was full of gravel.
I looked to the bed and Johnny released me, rewrapping my towel first.
Hmm…a toy and Johnny?
Yes, please. I could do that.
Tentatively, I moved to the edge of the bed and studied the options. Johnny wrapped an arm around my waist, settling his large frame behind me. Leaning down, he murmured in my ear.
“Like that flogger?” With his free hand, he pointed to the little one with short leather pieces attached to a black handle.
I shook my head.
He moved and kissed the spot behind my ear, then down my neck. The action raised goosebumps on my skin. Even though I was damp from the shower and only in a towel, I was far from cold.
“How about the nipple clamps?”
That was what the pink things that looked like chip clips were? While my pussy squeezed and my nipples hardened at the possibility of being pinched by them, I whispered, “No.”
Now he was kissing along my shoulder. “Pick, baby. I don’t need a toy to get you off, but it sure will be fun to play.”
Fun. Fun.
We were having sex. That wasn’t in question. What I picked was for fun. He wasn’t judging me. He wanted to get me off and play.
This was what Lyssa would do. Pick a few things and go wild.
I studied the options again. “No flogger.”
“What about any of the other spanking implements?”
I licked my lips. “Your hand. If you spank me, I want your hand.”
His hand coasted over my thigh and slid up and over my ass, cupping it. Then he gave it a little swat. “Like that?”
I whimpered because… fuck, that was hot. “Yeah,” I admitted. It hadn’t been hard, and my skin only tingled.
“Hand only, baby. Got it. Be a good girl and pick something else, or I’ll bend you over this bed and spank you. Then you can pick your favorite with a red ass.”
Oh my God.
Then he whispered, “Anything you pick, I’ll want to play with. What gets you hot gets me off. No wrong answers.”
I turned in his hold and looked up at him.
His dark gaze was intense. Fierce.
“That’s a sales rep box. I’ve never–”
“Used them?”
I nodded.
“I know, they’re all in their packaging.”
I shook my head. “I mean, um, I’ve bever used toys before.”
His eyes widened. “Ever?”
I shook my head again. “No.”
“Then this is going to be fun. And fucking hot.”
Fun.
I could do fun. I was Lyssa after all. I spun back around, moved to stand directly before the bed, and seriously studied the toys. After a few minutes, I picked up the handcuffs, a very small, very purple butt plug, and a pink vibrator that looked like a pencil.
“Fuck, those are good choices.”
Johnny leaned past me and grabbed the small samples of lube that looked like ketchup packages. “We’ll need these, too.”
Then he reached out, hooked a finger in the front of the towel wrapped around me, and pulled. The towel fell to my feet.
I was bare.
“Fuck.” He plucked off his cowboy hat and tossed it on the dresser. “I’m going to take the fastest shower ever. When I come out, I want you on the bed using that vibrator. You better be nice and wet, or I’ll spank that ass.”