But it’s not as much what they are as what I’m going to do to you with them. What are they, black pearls or some other kind?” “I knew you’d already have some white ones.” Then he opened the sapphire-blue velvet case that had been underneath.Ī bright, dark-silver strand of pearls gleamed up from the cream-colored satin they nested against. He ripped the paper off, tossing it to the floor. I yanked my head back, loosening the wrapping. When she's not writing or cheering for her favorite team, Normandie can be found listening to an audiobook or a podcast. He brought the gift so close to my lips it was almost touching, and I bobbed my head forward, taking a piece of the white grosgrain ribbon between my teeth. Normandie is a shameless basketball mom who lives with a houseful of teenagers, her own personal hero, and a pet pig who's crazy for Red Bull. It was long and skinny-the kind used to house necklaces.Ī white bow topped the package, and he held it under my nose for me to inspect.Īn awkward laugh bubbled up from my throat. When he returned he carried what looked like a jeweler’s box. “I’ll go get it.” He left the room for a minute. Lying on my back, wrists and ankles bound with my legs in the air, it felt incredibly naughty to be receiving a present in such a vulnerable and aroused state. A gift actually.” He stood over me, shirtless, and I tried to focus on his words rather than the ripples of his torso. “I’ve got something new for us to play with tonight. As strange as it was, I could trust him to put my needs and my happiness at the top of his priority list, and I knew he would always do right by me. As I lay there, legs spread wide for him, panting with desire, I remembered why I agreed to the plethora of embarrassing, humiliating predicaments he put me in-because he knew how to take me to heights of bliss I’d never experienced before.
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