“Would you be against me getting my clit pierced?” she asked.
Behind her, Brian’s body tensed. “What? Where did that come from?”
There was no way she was going to tell him what was going through her head. She wanted his attention drawn away from Trey, not toward him.
She gazed down at her reddened nipples. They were a little raw, but still fully aroused. “I really like my nipple jewelry. I thought it might be sexy to connect it to a piercing in my clit.”
“That would be sexy,” he said breathlessly. “Are you going to get it done?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I just wondered if you’d like it.”
“I’d like it.” He kissed her shoulder and his arms tightened around her waist from behind. “I like everything about you.”
“Are you sure?” God, she sounded needy. She suddenly wanted to punch herself in the teeth.
“I’m sure.”
She believed him, but he could probably use another distraction to seal the deal. She definitely could. “Are you ready for me to fuck your ass now?” she asked.
His body jerked unexpectedly. “Uh, not yet.”
“Did you change your mind?” She turned her head to look up at him. “You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to.”
“I want to try it. Later. Right now I just want to hold you. I’m exhausted.”
She relaxed against him. She was being silly. He wasn’t thinking about Trey. It was their wedding night, and he was thinking about her. She was the one who’d been fixating on the guy all day and it needed to stop. She needed to stop.
“This is nice,” she said.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
Myrna’s eyelids grew heavy. The next thing she knew, the water was cold and Brian was snoring softly near her ear. She shifted, and he took a startled breath as he regained consciousness. He rubbed his face with both wet hands. “Shit, did we fall asleep?”
She looked down at her hands with dismay. “I’m all pruney,” she said, moving away from him so she could climb out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around her body and handed one to Brian, who was stumbling around in the tub like a drunk.
“Are you okay?”
He pulled the plug, and the water started to drain. “Cold and stiff.”
She smiled. “I’ll warm you up and make you extra stiff. It’s time for an actual bed to make an appearance on our wedding night.”
“Give me a minute alone in here to get ready for you,” he said.
She knew what that meant: he was ready to participate in her latest experiment with kink. Ah, the man was made for her.
She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him deeply and then pulled away to look in his eyes. “Any time you want me to stop, I will. I know you’d do the same for me.”
“I trust you, Professor.”
She left him in the bathroom and went to collect everything she’d need to live her dirtiest fantasy with her husband. Well, her dirtiest fantasy to date. She’d think up some new ones soon.
In the bedroom, she tossed back the covers and laid all her tools out in a neat row. She wasn’t just going to take Brian—she was going to build his desire until he begged her to possess him.
When he joined her, he eyed her implements curiously. “What are you planning to do to me, woman?”
She drew her hand down the length of the small black dildo strapped over her pubis with a harness. “Fuck you properly.”
At her confident words, his cock stirred.
Interesting.
“Lie on your back in the center of the bed,” she instructed.
“Wouldn’t it be easier—”
“Brian.”
He did as she asked. She crawled up between his bent legs and licked his balls until he was rock hard and panting with excitement. Settling a pillow under his butt to angle his hips for easier access, she then reached for the smallest butt plug, the one he was used to and she knew he liked. Still sucking on his sac, she lubricated the plug and touched it to his ass. He gasped. He wasn’t usually this tense. She lifted her head and sucked his cock into her throat, inserting the plug in the same instant. He shuddered hard, drawing ragged breaths through his teeth. She massaged the end of the plug, moving it around inside him to open him wider. He relaxed and groaned in pleasure. She popped the plug free and reached for one that was quite a bit larger and longer. She lubed his passage with two fingers and then coated the plug. There was some resistance to this one; his body wasn’t used to something so thick. She released his cock from her mouth.
“Relax, baby,” she crooned. “Relax.”
The instant he relaxed, she shoved. He whimpered.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
When his only response was a series of jerky breaths, she grew concerned. “Brian?”
“God, why does that hurt so good?”
“That’s a little thicker than my dildo,” she told him. “Do you like it?”
“Y-yes.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“Suck me.”
Not quite the request she was looking for, but she complied. She took his cock in her mouth again, giving extra attention to the rim by bumping her lips over it. His stomach tightened as he neared orgasm. She pulled the thick plug from ass, and he cried out in protest.
“Oh please,” he gasped.
“Please what?”
“Please put it back in.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
He lifted his head from the pillow to look at her. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy. “Fuck me, Myrna.”