see or hear from Dale again, I’m good with that.
“More coffee?” I ask. Zack shakes his head, and I take our cups and plates to the sink, rinse them, and put them in the dishwasher. His warm breath brushes my neck right before he pulls my earlobe into his mouth and nibbles on it. “Zack, I’m supposed to remind you to show me something.”
“You’re right. It’s nothing outstanding, but I’m going to use it every day.”
His words sent threads of heat circling through my stomach and headed south. Now I’m really curious. “Daily, huh?”
“Come with me.” Zack takes my hand and leads me upstairs. The door he opens is to a well-fitted exercise room. I see a couple of elliptical machines, a treadmill, a punching bag, and a rack of weights. “I had this installed yesterday while we were at work. You can use this equipment any time you wish.”
My heart pounds. The seriousness of his tone sends chills ripping up my spine. “Are you hinting that I need to lose weight?”
“Fuck no. I think you’re perfect. But would I enjoy you working out next to me wearing a sports bra and skin-tight shorts? Hell, yes.”
“I’m sorry. I misread that.”
“Fuck.” It’s the first time I’ve seen Zack look bewildered. “I’m not good at this. It’s supposed to be an enticement to encourage you to stay.”
Very few times in my life have I been speechless. This is one of them. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. I try to force a few words but all I can manage is to nod in agreement.
“Whoa.” Zack laughs. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He pulls me into his arms and strokes my back. “You should know by now that I think you’re perfect. Come on, I’ll show you what else I like to do with my mouth besides sticking my foot in it.”
I look up into his eyes and slide my tongue along my lips. “If last night was too rough on you, maybe we should take it easy. You might be too tired to have sex.”
His gaze turns stormy and I know he accepts my challenge. “Be careful, you might get more than you wished for.”
“I wish for you.” I’m getting bolder by the minute, feeling stronger and empowered. I squeal as Zack sweeps me up into his arms, carries me to our bedroom, and carefully stands me in front of his massive bed.
“Strip, fold your clothes, leave them on the chair in the corner, and return to this spot. You will follow my instructions without question. Do not disappoint me, Morgan. If you do, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Without another word, I hurriedly undress and do exactly as he says. I take down my hair, shake it loose, and walk back to him.
Zack strokes my hair. “Perfect. Taking down your hair and leaving it loose was the right thing to do.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Chills streak across my body and my skin grows sensitive as if every single nerve is emitting a strong current of electricity. My heart beats so fast I can hear the blood pulse in my ears. I want Zack. I want him to pleasure me. To make decisions for me. To take charge of me.
“Come here.” He extends his hand and I don’t hesitate to take it. We walk across the room to a large, dark-wood chest of drawers. “Open the top one.”
The dresser has been off-limits to me from day one. On numerous occasions I wanted to snoop, to see what he was hiding, but I didn’t. Zack has trusted me in his home, and I didn’t want to break that confidence. Now, I’m trembling with anticipation.
The inside of the first drawer is lined in pale blue velvet. My nipples harden at the sight of a variety of vibrators. There’s a long thin one, a huge pink one, one that slips over your finger, and a small one with a remote control. A collection of anal toys lay behind them. “Open the second drawer.”
I clear my throat and do as instructed. It holds paddles, riding crops, blindfolds, and a host of sexual gadgets in clear boxes. “Have these been here all along?”
“No. I started this collection after we met and have been adding to it.”
I lean in closer and inspect some of them. “There are things here I’ve never heard of, much less seen.”
“We’ll find the ones that become your favorites.”
“You have a mini Club Silken toy stash in