Page 78 of Edging Coach
“Full.”
At that, I chuckled. “Poor boy. Should I not fill you then?”
His eyes widened. “Yes. That. Please.”
“Soon.” I snagged the key from the coffee table and proceeded to release him from the cage.
He let out a shuddering sigh.
I grabbed the remote and turned off the television.
Quiet descended—punctuated only by Jack’s heavy breathing and the thrum of the plug.
I reached under a throw pillow to grab the remote.
Jack cocked an eyebrow.
“I would’ve told you if you needed to know. You didn’t, so I didn’t.” I flipped the setting higher.
Sweat broke out across his brow.
“Oh, did you think the thing only had one setting?” I smacked his thigh. “Get up, Jack. I want to show you what I have planned.” Sometimes I enjoyed prolonging the suspense. Today, I wanted him to anticipate.
He was slow to rise.
I chuckled. “Moving difficult? Is your knee hurting?” If it actually was, that would be one thing. Clearly the discomfort, though, came from his ass.
After one step, he faltered.
“Oh dear, too much?”
He met my gaze with bright, shiny eyes. Slowly, he nodded. “I didn’t think…that is, I want…but—” He bit his lower lip. Hard.
I flipped the button on the remote and shut the vibrations off.
He sniffed. “I wanted to be a good boy. To take whatever you wanted to give me. To endure?—”
“Shush.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Endurance is fine. A bit of suffering is fine. But I want that ass later, and in order to do that, for now, I need you focused on other things.” I swept my hand to indicate he should head into the bedroom.
As he moved past me, I swatted his ass.
He yelped.
I grinned.
He stepped into the bedroom. And faltered.
Yeah, just the reaction I expected.I’d laid everything out before I’d left. If he’d been curious, he could’ve come in here. Clearly, he hadn’t.
I positioned myself so I could see him—could gauge his reaction.
He licked his lips. Then met my gaze.
“Anything here you’re curious about? That you’re unhappy with?”
His vehement headshake assured me I’d nailed it.
“You remember the rules?”
