are. I think my little exhibitionist wife will enjoy replaying our nights over and over again.”
The idea left me shaken—in a good way. My tits were already swelling, my thong dampening.
“But first, you get one more surprise this evening.” He led me to another walk-in closet, nearly the same size as each of our dressing rooms. Empty earlier, the space was now filled with . . . adult toys.
Wall racks of them. My jaw slackened. Vibrators, dildos, paddles, beads and balls. Implements I didn’t even recognize. “This is a serious collection, big guy.” I couldn’t wait to dive into this one as well.
He leaned a broad shoulder against the doorway. “Da. I ordered many things.”
I would’ve asked him who set this up, but knew I’d get the same answer about money and expediting. I entered, relishing the scent of leather, my fingers lighting on a clear glass dildo, then a shiny new crop. “What did you have in mind with this stuff?”
“You and I are going to indulge ourselves. Tonight, for every toy or piece of equipment you choose, I’ll choose one.”
Fun! “Okay.” A bar with leather cuffs caught my attention. “How would this thing work?”
“I explain by demonstration only, Vika.” With a challenge in his gaze, he asked, “Do you choose it or not?”
I jutted my chin. “Fine. Yes, I do.”
That wicked light gleamed in his eyes. He liked my selection? “Then I’ll go with this.” He chose what looked like a plug. The flat end was a shining blue jewel about the size of a quarter.
When he took a bottle of lube off a shelf, I asked, “Are you going to put that . . . in my ass?” With any other guy, I’d be nervous. But I knew Dmitri would make ass play good.
Because he had with that trick in the shower.
“Considering your reaction earlier, yes.”
Once he’d settled me on that high shelf, he’d teased and teased me with his tongue. Then he’d worked two fingers into my pussy. With bath oil on his little finger, he’d penetrated my ass at the same time.
The shocker.
I’d heard about it, but to feel it . . . I’d gone nuts, coming till I’d nearly thrashed off the shelf into his arms. . . .
Dmitri seemed to have unlimited sexual revelations in store for me. Before him, I’d had no interest in anal sex, but if he wanted me that way, I’d try it. I’d try anything he craved at least once.
As far as sex was concerned, he’d earned my trust. I’d have to think about the ramifications of that later.
He held up the plug. “I’ll bet you get wet simply looking at this.” Light reflected in the luminous metal.
I stared, rapt. “I can’t deny it.” The jewel on that plug was so eye-catching. If my ass would be adorned, he should have a sensual adornment too. Well, besides his piercing. I turned back to the shelves, selecting a black contraption of two interconnected leather rings. A cock ring?
“Good idea, Vika.” He took it from me. “When I wear that, I won’t come every time you do.”
I swallowed. “Every time, huh?”
He turned toward the bedroom and laid our toys at the foot of the bed.
I followed him. “Tell me what to do.”
“Strip.”
Undressing didn’t take long since I hadn’t bothered to put on more than a thong and my beach cover-up.
“Now on the bed.”
I crawled onto the mattress and rested on my knees, already thrumming with excitement. This was unreal! I glanced around at all the screens, seeing myself from half a dozen different angles. After today’s nude sunbathing, my bikini tan lines weren’t as pronounced. The trim patch of hair on my mons looked golden.
He moved to stand at the end of the bed. “Go to your hands and knees, your ass to me.”
My face went hot, but after a moment of hesitation, I turned and leaned forward onto my hands.
He groaned, “Woman . . .”
Because of the cameras, I could see what he stared at—my upturned ass and my glistening pussy. Another screen showed me from the side, my breasts shaking from my anticipation. The color of my stiff nipples darkened to a deep pink.
He positioned that black bar near my feet. “This is a spreader.” With nimble fingers, he cuffed my ankles on opposite ends of it, forcing my legs wide. “Lower your head and rest on one side of your face. Then place your hands beside your ankles.”
Make myself even more vulnerable?
“Safe word or surrender,” he reminded