Protector (Doms of Mountain Bend #1) - B.J. Wane Page 0,62

loving that dark tone, and how he didn’t need to use endearments, just her name, for her heart to execute that little flip that indicated she was in peril of losing it to him altogether.

“From the snug fit, I’m guessing you haven’t indulged in much anal play or sex,” he commented casually, sliding the other bullet into her pussy with slick ease, his eyes never leaving her face.

Staving off the urge to squirm as her breath caught from the instant grip of pleasure circling the toy, she managed to get out the expected reply. “No, that’s never been my thing.”

“Mmmm, we’ll have to see about that.”

Picking up the remote, he flicked it on, and tiny pulsations erupted inside both channels. The teasing, stimulating repetition along sensitive tissues she never imagined she possessed were impossible to ignore, let alone not respond to with sweeping arousal. Shawn pulled the covers farther down and waved a hand for her to slide under. With the inferno already erupting in her pussy and butt with as much heat as an Arizona desert, she welcomed the cool caress of the sheets he flipped over her.

Shawn stripped, turned the light off, and joined her in his bed, pulling her against him with a gruff, startling command followed by switching off the vibrators. “Go to sleep.”

Payback’s a bitch. Whoever coined that phrase had it right. Fuming, her body still pulsating, Lisa knew it would do her no good to gripe about his punishment. Sucking up the discomfort, she huffed and closed her eyes, letting his steady heartbeat under her head lull her to sleep. A second before she dropped off, the vibrators started up again, humming inside her with intense waves of pulsating pleasure that went on and on, until her climax hovered, just out of reach then was removed altogether with the abrupt cessation of arousing massages.

“Shawn,” she groaned his name in complaint, pressing her mound against his granite-hard, hair-roughed thigh, seeking relief.

“Go to sleep and behave.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Yes.”

Lisa awoke out of sorts, with her pussy and anus still tingling even though Shawn had removed the vibrators after another two rounds of orgasm-denial torture in the middle of the night, leaving her teetering on the razor-sharp edge of climax. She stumbled into the bathroom, glad for once he was such an early riser and already out of the room. The temptation to kick him might prove impossible to deny given her mood.

After taking a long shower, she went in search of coffee and Shawn but only found the coffee and a note from him waiting for her in the kitchen. “Smart man,” she uttered, reading he would return to pick her up for lunch with Dakota and Clayton. After downing two cups of coffee and a piece of toast, she played with the dogs before sitting down in the kitchen to work on midterm grades, happy to note how well all her students were doing.

Shortly before Shawn said he’d return, she shut down her laptop and went to change into the short denim-flared skirt, cowgirl boots, and hat she’d bought yesterday. The forecast promised temperatures over sixty today, and she hoped they would sit outside to take advantage of the warm spell.

Speaking of warm spells, she mused, eyeing Shawn entering the house carrying a small bag, a light of appreciation in his gaze as he took in her bare legs. “Hi. I’m ready.”

“Nice, and a good choice.” Holding up the bag, he came toward her with that wicked gleam that always curled her toes and put her on alert. Taking her hand, he tugged her into the den and over to the sofa. “Bend over so I can insert your new butt plug before we leave.”

Without giving her time to think that through, he guided her down, and she braced on her hands, a flush stealing over her face as he lifted the skirt and lowered her panties. She sucked in a breath as he pressed the bulbous, smooth end of the greased plug past her tight resistance, preparing for the discomforting tightness and stretch that had accompanied the new-to-her ripples of pleasure that sexually neglected part of her anatomy was capable of producing.

“You expect me to sit through lunch with this thing?” she asked as he helped her upright and the full impact of the bigger device left her quaking.

“You’ll be fine for a short time. You can use Dakota’s restroom to remove it after we eat. He just texted and said