Page 45 of Not Safe For Work

“So does sleeping.” He rubbed his eyes. “And holy fuck, that thing you used…the wheel…”

“It’s a Wartenberg wheel.”

“Yeah. That. It’s so weird. And then you’d touch me with your fingers and…” He squirmed.

I laughed. “That’s the idea.”

“It’s an evil idea.”

“You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Of course I was.” He met my gaze. “I was tied up and being fucked with.”

Rick, never leave this bed.

I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Speaking of fucking with you, you’re back in the office on Thursday, right?”

His eyes lost focus for a second. “I’d have to look.”

“Good. Check for me.”

He nodded.

“Because when you come back to my office, I’ve got a little present for you.”

He held my gaze, and his eyebrows slowly rose, as if he were reading between the lines. “A present?”

“Mmhmm.” I ran my hand up the middle of his chest, through the fan of thin, dark hair. “You distracted me all day. Made the day ten times as long.” I inclined my head. “And I saw you snickering when Marie caught me being distracted.”

His eyes widened. “I…”

“You were, weren’t you?”

He nodded, his expression sheepish.

“Mmhmm. That’s what I thought.” I curved my hand around the back of his neck. “I think I’m going to punish you for that.”

“Punish?” He gulped. “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s go downstairs, and I’ll show you.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Is that a problem?”

He stiffened. “No! Of course not. Just…um…not sure what you’re plotting.”

“Only one way to find out.”

We both put on jeans but didn’t bother with shirts. Then I took him by the hand and led him back down to the basement. He’d been in here before, but this was the first time he looked truly uneasy. Not as if he had the safe word at the tip of his tongue, but as he eyed our surroundings and rocked from his heels to the balls of his feet, he gave off the distinct vibe of a submissive who knew shit was about to push some of his less pleasant boundaries.

I opened one of the cabinets and went straight for the rack beneath the spreader bars. There, I found the toy I’d been thinking of ever since he’d smothered that laugh in the meeting.

“Here we are.” I turned around and held it up.

Rick’s lips parted. “Oh fuck.”

“You know what this is, don’t you?”