I took a deep breath and released it slowly as I picked up the box and tugged on the end of the ribbon. Then I lifted the lid, and my mouth went agape. It was a silver cuff bracelet with an oval in the center that was decorated with a diamond-encrusted stag. Just beneath it, there was a banner with the name “Crawford” inlaid with even more tiny, shimmering diamonds. It was breathtaking.
Noah took it from my hands and secured it around my right wrist. “It’s my family’s crest,” he said with a shrug. “This will let everyone know that you belong to me. I want you to wear it at all times.”
“It’s too much,” I said, shaking my head.
“There’s a certain standard of living that comes along with being my girl, Delaine,” he said. “Although we both know that it’s contractual, no one else does. It makes sense that you would wear this sort of jewelry. Besides, I happen to think it looks sexy as hell on you.”
I nodded reluctantly.
“Lift the bottom,” he said, nodding back toward the box. “There’s more.”
I reached inside the box and pulled at the little silk tab on the bottom, trying to guess what more there could be.
Holy speeding bullets, Batman!
I’d seen this type of thing before; Dez had dragged me along to more “fun” parties than a person should ever be forced to attend in one lifetime. Honestly, I didn’t get what all the fuss was about. And now I found myself staring down at the mack daddy of all silver bullets. The same Crawford crest was carved into its side, but thankfully there were no diamonds. And then I had an epiphany. They said diamonds were a girl’s best friend, but the silver bullet sure could give them a run for their money in that category.
The Cooch perched her hands on her hips, insulted that he hadn’t given her diamonds as well, but grateful all the same that she wouldn’t have to worry about it shredding her girly bits.
“The bracelet is so that everyone else knows that you belong to me,” he explained as he took the vibrator from my hands. “This … is so that you will.”
He turned the switch on and slipped his hand between my legs to press the bullet against my clit. “Oh, God,” I gasped, and my head fell forward.
“Well now, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for,” he whispered into my ear. “We’ve been through this before, Delaine. This little toy is supposed to remind you of whom you belong to. So tell me, Delaine, who is that again?”
He pulled the bullet away so that it lightly touched that little bundle of nerves, and then he started working it in excruciatingly slow circles.
We’re his dirty little slut! Say his name! Tell him anything he wants! Just get me more! the Cooch screamed at me.
“Please … Noah,” I said on a moan, and then arched my hips up to close the distance.
He grabbed my hip with the hand he had snaked around my waist and held me down. “Please what?” he teased.
The cocky bastard had asked me to say his name and I’d complied. And he was still teasing me?
“More. I want more,” I moaned pathetically.
“More what? More of this?” He pressed the bullet closer and gave me what I craved.
“Oh, God, yes.” I realized my mistake a little too late. Noah pulled the bullet away again and gave me a scowl.
“Let’s try again. In fact, let’s make a new rule. Every time you feel the need to say the name ‘God,’ you say my name in place of it. And I guarantee you’re going to love my version of heaven.”
Noah pressed the bullet to my clit again and then quickly slid it between my folds before slipping it inside me.
“Oh … Noah!” I cried out.
“Very good, Delaine. You’re a quick learner,” he said in approval, and then he rewarded me by taking my nipple into his mouth again and sucking it vigorously while working the bullet around inside me.
I didn’t know which sensation to concentrate on, and I wasn’t even sure why I was trying to differentiate between the two. Because together? Oh my Noah, it was euphoric.
And then it was over. No bullet, no suckling, nothing. I looked at him like he was crazy. Then I found my little Crawford bullet back in the box and on the table.
“You’re not sore?” he asked.
Again I looked at him like he was crazy. “Hell no!” I said with a raised pitch to my voice.
He slid out from underneath me and stood, forcing me to land with a thud in the chair. I was about to protest his quick disappearance when he knelt before me and pushed my knees open. As he leaned forward and hungrily claimed my mouth with his own, his hands pushed my skirt up. I eagerly lifted my hips to assist him, although I didn’t know why he didn’t just slide the damn thing off my legs. This way was kind of hot, though. There was something intensely erotic about being so in the heat of the moment that you didn’t even want to take the time to completely undress.
Noah did not disappoint. I heard the clink of his belt buckle, and then he sat up, unfastened his jeans, hooked his arms under my knees, and yanked me forward until my ass was barely perched on the edge of the seat.
“I want you so fucking bad.” His voice was strained as he pulled the Wonder Peen free of its confines. “And I refuse to wait any longer. Give me what’s mine,” he demanded.
“Take it,” I challenged.
I wasn’t actually trying to be difficult. He knew it, and I knew it. This was just what we did. We challenged each other, and then reveled in the possessiveness we both felt. As much as I’d like to deny it, I couldn’t. It was a guilty pleasure that we both thrived on: raw, animalistic, wild. The hickey that I’d put on him earlier was a stark reminder of that. I reached a hand forward to touch the mark and then looked him in the eye. He knew the message I was trying to convey: Mine …