31 Flavors of Kink by Leia Shaw & Cari Silverwood

clothes off; then lie down and put your hands on the bed at your sides.”
    I obey, curious what he has in mind. He reaches over the end of the bed and sits up with something in his hand and a big grin on his face. Oh boy.
    He keeps whatever toy or torturing device he grabbed behind his back. “I’m going to touch you…everywhere. With my hands, my mouth, maybe even my toes.”
    I grunt and scrunch my face. He had better be joking about the toes.
    Widening his grin, he continues. “If you move even an inch”—he holds up the Throbbinator—“I’ll shove this up your ass.”
    My eyes must be triple their size as I blurt without hesitation, “Red!”
    His laugh makes the whole bed shake. He lays the vibrator on the bed and leans over to kiss the tip of my nose. “Told ya we need rope.”
    “Hmph.” That’s a challenge. “Change the punishment to something real.”
    “That was real.” Though he tries to look stern, the little twitches at the corners of his mouth are a giveaway. Then he sits on the bed, one leg bent across it, the other on the floor, and pretends to think. “Okay. How’s this? I get a blowjob if you move?”
    I scrunch my nose. I’m not that sure I won’t move. But I’ve done it once and it didn’t kill me. Besides, he likes oral, and there’s always that inner pleasure I get from making him happy.
    While I’m still pondering, he tugs on my ear, declaring, “Done, then. You do whatever I tell you to.”
    “I didn’t say yes!”
    “Turn on your side,” he says as if I hadn’t spoken.
    I wonder what he’s planning as I obey. I’ll try his little game if it makes him happy. His gaze cruises over my breasts where they lie bunched together above my folded arms. My instinct is to hide them, but I don’t.
    “Put your hands behind your back and hold one wrist. Straighten out your legs a little.”
    I roll my eyes. What is this? Twister? But I do as he asks, slowly uncurling my legs until my knees are only half-bent. The burn on my ass is throbbing in time with my heart. My breasts are pushed out farther because of the position of my hands. And my nipples have gone from flat to smallish buttons. So far, this is easy and a little exciting.
    “Doing good, hon.” He holds up the pink vibrator, wiggles it and waits, smirking.
    He wouldn’t dare. I hold position but keep in reserve the option of sneaking wasabi in his cereal if he so much as goes within an inch of my anus with that. Make that half an inch. He leans over me, reaching back and prodding at my vagina with the tip. I can feel it slip in my moisture as he searches. Why can’t men find something so obvious? Then he leans on me with his chest, pulls apart my lower lips with his fingers, and slides the pink thing in…and in, and oh my God, the spanking primed me. Heat flares and sweeps into my clit. I gasp and grip my wrist firmer.
    Still leaning on my hip, pressing me down, with one hand on my butt, Nick turns the Throbbinator on and shoves it in and out, as steadily as a piston in an engine.
    “Do you like it?” he asks.
    I manage a high-pitched, “ Mm-hmm. ”
    He chuckles, but I don’t care at all. I’m too busy absorbing the swell and pressure inside my tunnel and trying not to wriggle. The hand on my butt lifts and a second later is there at my front, grasping my clit. The grip on me there twangs as forcefully as a loud note on an electric guitar. This time I do wriggle.
    “No moving,” he warns, doing more of his excruciatingly nice playing with my lady parts. In, out, and now he times a warm press on my clit with the thrusts of the vibrator. Utt-ter-ly fabulous.
    Stay still, my inner voice warns me. Blowjob alert.
    I arch more. The pulse on my clit captivates me. Am I moving? Mouth open, I forget to breathe. Press, thrust, press. My groin wants that last harder grip on my clit. I wriggle, tense my thighs…and suddenly he takes his fingers from my clit and tweaks one nipple.
    “Oh!” I like it but instinctively