Victorious(59)

“The plugs are downstairs. Will you come down with me?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”





Her eager response is the most incredible aphrodisiac. I’ve had her twice in an hour, and I’m already ready for more. After a quick stop in the bathroom to clean up, I go into the kitchen to get the key to my room downstairs. I can’t believe I’m about to take Natalie, my wife and the love of my life, into my most private world.

It’s a dream come true. She is a dream come true.

We’re both still naked when she follows me downstairs and stands in the middle of the big space, taking it all in again. Her nipples are tight and standing at full attention, her fingers linked together in front of her as her eyes move slowly from the implements on the wall to the spanking bench and cross, and then up to the ropes hanging from the ceiling.

“What are they for?” she asks of the ropes.

“Suspension and bondage. A lot of what I have down here requires pretty heavy bondage for it to be safe, so we won’t be spending much time here. I can’t play with you on the cross, for instance, unless I know you’re safely attached.”

“I might be willing to try it. Someday.”

I shrug. “If it happens, great. If not, no worries.”

“What’s that?” she asks, pointing.

“That’s a Tantra chair. Lots of cool positions. Deep penetration.”

“Could we try that sometime?”

“Absolutely.”

I go to the armoire and retrieve the largest plug I own. “Come on over here.” I gesture to the spanking bench and tell her where to put her knees and elbows so she’s bent over in the proper position. Opening a bottle of lube that warms on contact, I prepare her and the plug.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Remember your safe word?”

“Always.”

“Grasp the leather handles. It helps to have something to hold on to.”

She does as directed, and I press the plug against her, giving it to her slowly so she has time to adjust and adapt. The last thing I want to do is turn her off this before we even get started.

“How does it feel?” I ask.

“Big. Hurts.”

“I know, sweetheart. Just keep breathing and press back against me.”

It takes about ten minutes of stopping and starting before I’m able to slide the plug into place. By now she’s sweating, and her entire back and ass are flushed with a warm rosy color. I desperately want to see her face, so I guide her up and into my arms.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her face is as flushed as the rest of her. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Talk to me.”

“Hmmm.”

“That’s not a word.”

She nuzzles my neck. “Mmmm.”

“That’s not a word either. I want the words, Nat.”

“My body feels like one big nerve ending. Everything is tingling, and I feel like I could come if you so much as breathed on my clit.”

“I can do that. I can breathe on you anywhere you want me to.”

She smiles, her face angelic and relaxed despite what we just did. “We need to go. Your friends are expecting us.”

I can’t believe I’ve forgotten all about our plans to go to the club. “We can do that another night if you want to stay home.”

“I want to go. I want to see it and understand it.”

“Okay, then. I think we need another shower first.”

“Definitely.”





We leave the house forty-five minutes later. Nat is dressed in a clingy top that leaves her shoulders bare and black pants that mold to all her curves. A pair of strappy black heels finishes off her sexy outfit. Her hair is a riot of curls, and she’s gone with dramatic eye makeup that highlights her green eyes. She’s worn the diamond chandelier earrings I gave her as well as the bracelet. I love that she’s wearing the jewelry I gave her, especially the two diamond rings that sit on her left ring finger.

Part of me wants to cancel our plans because I don’t want anyone, even my closest friends, to see my wife looking so hot. Knowing that underneath the sexy outfit she’s wearing my plug only adds to my agitation.

“What’s wrong?” she asks when we’re on our way in the Aston Martin Vanquish.

“Huh? Nothing. What could possibly be wrong?”

“I don’t know, but you haven’t said a word since we left the house, and that’s not like you.”

I reach for her hand. “Nothing’s wrong, baby. For the first time in my entire life, everything is just right.”

“Then what are you brooding about?”

“Truthfully?”

“Always.”

I blow out a deep breath. “I don’t want my friends to see you looking so hot.”

She looks down at her outfit. “Should I have worn something else?”

“No, sweetheart. You look beautiful—and sexy. Incredibly sexy.”

“We’re going to a sex club, Flynn. I thought sexy was the word of the night.”

“It is.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I don’t want other guys looking at you.”