“You’re so sensitive, little purple.” He spanks my ass for good measure. “I love how you’re so attuned to my touch.”
I love it, too.But damn. That was fast.
Please don’t tell me I also need the pain to have strong releases.
Is he corrupting me?
Probably.
Definitely.
Creighton jostles the plug in my ass, making me whimper, then straps something from the plug against my clit.
“You’ll wear this two hours a day.”
“W-what? You expect me to wear this every day?”
“Yes, and I will check.”
“How will you be able to do that?”
“You’ll figure it out.” He pulls me to a standing position and gives me a box, probably for housing his latest torture device. “If you don’t wear it, you’ll be punished.”
I shift and release an erotic sound despite myself. “It feels weird.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“Is this another birthday present?”
A beautiful smile stretches his lips. “One of many.”
“Any others I should know about?”
“The cake that Remi butchered.”
I laugh. “Is that what you guys were doing? Baking?”
“Attempting to.”
“Pretty sure I can salvage it.”
“Doubt it.”
“I’ll show you.”
We go downstairs after Creighton demands I put on a pair of his sweatpants that I have to roll several times before tying them against my waist.
I don’t have to salvage the cake since Eli threw it away and Remi ordered one. The five of us sit for breakfast in the midst of Remi’s antics and the others’ sarcasm.
Creighton doesn’t speak much, but he’s attuned to each and every one of them.
He likes them, I realize. That’s why he’s willing to spend time with them. He even comes to Remi’s defense whenever Eli goes too far.
He’s loyal like that.
And he’s mine.
This gorgeous, beautiful man is all mine.