she reached down and found her clit, she teased, caressed, and
pressed deep until she was reaching the peak, climbing her need. She even let
out a few little cries as she brought herself to the edge of passion and leapt.
She lay there, panting, pleasure rippling across her body
and she smiled as the dildo shifted side her.
It could stay in longer, it wouldn’t soften or slip out. The
dildo could be hard until morning, but she gently withdrew it, the glorious
green now covered with her arousal, and put it on the bedside table, where a
glint of light from outside, lit up the gold flecks.
What a lovely present. Stéphane certainly knew what made her
happy.
* * * * *
And he kept his word about coming back Friday.
“What have you been doing in my absence?” he asked, as they
sat across from each other in a tiny bistro in the old town.
She bit back the urge to say “Missing you” or “Longing for
you to come back”. That went without saying. “Shopping and buying the most
banal things—sheets, towels, saucepans and toilet paper. I’ve also hired
workers for the farm, given notice for my job and told my landlady I won’t be
there after the end next week.” In other words, she really put a lot of faith
in Luc Prioux.
Stéphane smiled. “You will move in there so soon?”
“Might as well, it will be a bit like camping as I don’t
have much furniture yet but I’ll have running water and electricity.”
“And a bed.” He smiled. No, it was closer to a smirk. Smug
so and so!
“You noticed that, did you?”
“How could I miss it? On Sunday I will drive you out there
and help you assemble it.”
“Nice of you!”
“You may reward me with your obedience.”
“We’ll see.” Although the thought of him, in shirtsleeves
and exerting himself with a wrench was rather appealing. “How was your business
trip?”
“Satisfactory. Luc bought a hotel near Lake Garda. It’s a
little neglected but he will take care of that.”
“He has fingers in a lot of different pies, doesn’t he?” The
idiom didn’t quite translate. “I mean he has many different business
interests.”
Stéphane nodded. “He does indeed. But when he makes money we
all benefit. And there are other ventures, like the farm where maybe he will
make nothing but it pleases his mother.”
“Maybe it will make money.” She had to put that out there. “We
were making steady and growing profits in Sussex Lavender at the time Tommy
died. No reason I can’t do that again.”
“If you do, you’ll have Luc eating out of your hand.”
“I can’t imagine him eating out of anyone’s hand. He’s far
too dominant. But if I earn my salary, I’ll be satisfied.”
That earned her a curious look, raised eyebrows—what darn
sexy eyebrows they were too—and a mischievous smile. “It is my goal to see you
are satisfied.” He reached out a closed fist, and opening his fingers, placed
something on the tablecloth between them.
As he moved his hand away, her eyebrows that shot up. There,
between the salt and the pepper, was a bright-green glass butt plug. Hell, it
even had the same gold-and-silver flecks as her dildo. A matching pair perhaps?
“You agree?” he asked. ‘‘After I spank you, of course. You
did agree to accept my discipline.”
“Put it away!” Her throat was so tight with shock it was a
wonder she got the words out.
“Why should I do that?”
“Someone might see it!” Hell, the people at the next table were
bound to, and as for the waiters all over the place…
“They would know I plan to use it on you tonight and why
should I not? We’re lovers.”
She didn’t think even France was that relaxed as to decorate
restaurant tables with sex toys. “Please put it away.”
It disappeared with a flick of his wrist. “As you wish, but
you understand I will use it.”
“Feel free, as long as you use lubricant.” He’d better.
“Of course, I would not use it to punish you. Did you
pleasure yourself with the
pressed deep until she was reaching the peak, climbing her need. She even let
out a few little cries as she brought herself to the edge of passion and leapt.
She lay there, panting, pleasure rippling across her body
and she smiled as the dildo shifted side her.
It could stay in longer, it wouldn’t soften or slip out. The
dildo could be hard until morning, but she gently withdrew it, the glorious
green now covered with her arousal, and put it on the bedside table, where a
glint of light from outside, lit up the gold flecks.
What a lovely present. Stéphane certainly knew what made her
happy.
* * * * *
And he kept his word about coming back Friday.
“What have you been doing in my absence?” he asked, as they
sat across from each other in a tiny bistro in the old town.
She bit back the urge to say “Missing you” or “Longing for
you to come back”. That went without saying. “Shopping and buying the most
banal things—sheets, towels, saucepans and toilet paper. I’ve also hired
workers for the farm, given notice for my job and told my landlady I won’t be
there after the end next week.” In other words, she really put a lot of faith
in Luc Prioux.
Stéphane smiled. “You will move in there so soon?”
“Might as well, it will be a bit like camping as I don’t
have much furniture yet but I’ll have running water and electricity.”
“And a bed.” He smiled. No, it was closer to a smirk. Smug
so and so!
“You noticed that, did you?”
“How could I miss it? On Sunday I will drive you out there
and help you assemble it.”
“Nice of you!”
“You may reward me with your obedience.”
“We’ll see.” Although the thought of him, in shirtsleeves
and exerting himself with a wrench was rather appealing. “How was your business
trip?”
“Satisfactory. Luc bought a hotel near Lake Garda. It’s a
little neglected but he will take care of that.”
“He has fingers in a lot of different pies, doesn’t he?” The
idiom didn’t quite translate. “I mean he has many different business
interests.”
Stéphane nodded. “He does indeed. But when he makes money we
all benefit. And there are other ventures, like the farm where maybe he will
make nothing but it pleases his mother.”
“Maybe it will make money.” She had to put that out there. “We
were making steady and growing profits in Sussex Lavender at the time Tommy
died. No reason I can’t do that again.”
“If you do, you’ll have Luc eating out of your hand.”
“I can’t imagine him eating out of anyone’s hand. He’s far
too dominant. But if I earn my salary, I’ll be satisfied.”
That earned her a curious look, raised eyebrows—what darn
sexy eyebrows they were too—and a mischievous smile. “It is my goal to see you
are satisfied.” He reached out a closed fist, and opening his fingers, placed
something on the tablecloth between them.
As he moved his hand away, her eyebrows that shot up. There,
between the salt and the pepper, was a bright-green glass butt plug. Hell, it
even had the same gold-and-silver flecks as her dildo. A matching pair perhaps?
“You agree?” he asked. ‘‘After I spank you, of course. You
did agree to accept my discipline.”
“Put it away!” Her throat was so tight with shock it was a
wonder she got the words out.
“Why should I do that?”
“Someone might see it!” Hell, the people at the next table were
bound to, and as for the waiters all over the place…
“They would know I plan to use it on you tonight and why
should I not? We’re lovers.”
She didn’t think even France was that relaxed as to decorate
restaurant tables with sex toys. “Please put it away.”
It disappeared with a flick of his wrist. “As you wish, but
you understand I will use it.”
“Feel free, as long as you use lubricant.” He’d better.
“Of course, I would not use it to punish you. Did you
pleasure yourself with the
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