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You," she says, "may not lift one finger. You're not allowed. We take care of everything, including delivery. Are you guys headed somewhere after this?" Her fingers tap at the keyboard of her computer as she glances at her screen.
Beckett mentioned a café nearby. They have a chicken pesto pasta he’s been craving and wants me to try. He’s allowing us to be outside the walls for two hours. I think we’ll still have time to go. "I think we're going to get a bite to eat."
She says, "Great. That's perfect. By the time you get home, all of this will be packed in your new luggage, waiting for the driver to pick it up from Mr. Bachman's home."
"My new luggage?" I look around.
She gives me a surprised glance. "Yes. The Louis Vuitton set Mr. Bachman ordered earlier today. It's right here on the screen. Oh." She taps a finger on the counter. "I hope I didn't ruin the surprise?"
"No worries. This whole trip”— and clothing, and most of all, him— "has all been a big surprise to me."
“Well you deserve every bit of it. Mr. Bachman comes in here once a month to get fitted for a suit or to pick up a shirt or tie and I have to say—I’ve never seen him smile like he did when he kissed you before he stepped outside. You must make him very happy.”
Her words make me feel warm all over. “Aww… thank you.”
“Here,” she says, coming around the counter to me. “Let me walk you to the door.”
She leaves me with a tight hug. I step out into the warmth of the day, and the heat of his arms.
He cups my ass in his hands in greeting, kissing my cheek as he discreetly presses against the handle of the plug, reminding me that it’s in there, and that he’s the one who put it there.
“Did you get everything you need?” he asks.
“Yes.” I think of the stacks and stacks of white paper boxes, filled with tissue paper and gowns. “And more.”
He gives my ass another squeeze. “Good girl.”
We go to the corner café, Fresca’s, apparently a Bachman favorite. I understand why the moment the perfectly seasoned, juicy chicken hits my tongue. I can’t hold back the deep moan as I taste the homemade pesto dripping from an al dente piece of pasta.
“Mmm… this is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
“Really. You sure?” He arches a brow at me.
Heat rushes to my cheeks, thinking of the blowjob I gave him in the shower earlier this week. I correct myself. “Second best thing.”
After our meal, we grab cinnamon-topped cappuccinos to go. Sure enough, when we arrive back at the townhouse, our luggage is packed and waiting by the front door. I’m admiring the beautiful, brand-new tan luggage, inhaling its earthy scent when I’m interrupted by warm, strong arms wrapping around my waist.
“We’ve got to get that plug out before we leave for Greece.”
My face goes hot as he presses against the plug. With the trip to Greece on my mind, I’d almost forgotten all about it.
“Before we remove it, remind me why I put it inside of you in the first place.”
I don’t say anything.
“Have it your way.” He pulls me against his chest. He slips a hand down the back of my pants. His strong fingers grip the handle of the plug, giving it a firm twist.
I shoot up on tiptoe with a yelp. “Yikes!”
“You ready to answer me now, pretty girl?” His stern tone and a press of the plug make the words come.
“You put it in me because you don’t want me running away.”
“Correct.” He takes his hands from my pants, grabbing my hand in his. He leads me up the stairs. Soon, I’m right back where I started, facing the mirror, leggings around my knees, legs spread wide.
I have to watch him as he tugs the base, pulling it out of me slowly. I feel achy and empty as he takes it out. It’s a relief to have the weight and width of the plug finally gone, but it leaves my poor pussy feeling empty as well.
I need him.
