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Under the blanket, she wore one of her tiny tops that he loved and a pair of boy shorts. He stroked her soft skin, from shoulder to thigh, as they watched the movie. Happy and content just to be with her. Breathing her in. Edible and sweet. Candy and flowers. White chocolate and jasmine.
Katelyn rested her hand on top of his, the bracelet sparkling on her wrist, as it moved up and down her body. She locked her fingers with his and held him to her breast. Brendan heard her breathy sigh and squeezed the mound of supple flesh through thin cotton. His cock stirred in his briefs.
He squeezed his eyes closed, face nuzzled in her neck, he felt compelled to tell her again. And again, and again, and again. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” her sweet voice answered, turning to face him. “So much.”
Brendan brushed the hair from her face and his hand dipped beneath the thin cotton, her warm flesh in his fingers. “I have something else for you.” He squeezed her bare breast. “Do you trust me, baby?”
“Of course I do.”
He reached under his pillow, retrieved the small wrapped box, and set it in her hand. Katelyn tilted her head with a smile as she held it. Brendan sat back to watch her reaction as she tore off the paper and opened it.
She looked confused at first. Realization dawned on her face slowly as she gazed at the pair of nipple clamps, adorned with dangling butterflies, nestled on a cushion of black velvet. He didn’t miss the flare of her pupils, the flush to her cheeks.
“Butterflies,” she whispered, gazing up at him from beneath her lashes. “Why butterflies?”
“Because I love that I’m the man that gives them to you.” He winked. “And I always will be.”
Her eyes widened and she gasped. “You knew?”
“I knew.” He took her in his arms. “Don’t be mad. Chloe was looking out for us, that’s all.”
“I’m not.” Katelyn smiled and flicked the little butterflies so they danced on the clamps. “That girl at the club that night, you put them on her.”
How he regretted that night ever happened, but it had. Brendan was giving the clamps to Katelyn for reasons besides what Angelica, and others, used them for.
“I did,” he admitted, not that he had to. She’d been there. “They were used as prop, part of the exhibition and purely for physical pleasure—just like fucking.”
“Oh.”
Brendan kissed her brow and lightly stroked her skin. “For us, the clamps can be more than just an enhancement to pleasure. We can use them to increase intimacy between us. Trust. Vulnerability. A bond. Do you understand?”
“Kind of.”
“Sex always requires a certain level of vulnerability, but when you love someone, being vulnerable builds trust and creates a deeper bond. Closeness. Intimacy. You can’t have one without the other, and that’s what I need to have with you.”
“And these will do that?”
“They’re a device that can be utilized to enhance that—just like tantra.” He squeezed her shoulders. “And anything else we might want to try together in the future.”
She nodded.
“Sweetheart, do you know why I always tell you to use your words?”
She shrugged. “Not really.”
“Communication is key. I have to know when you want something or when you don’t, when it feels good or if it doesn’t. When to stop. When to keep going. Faster. Slower. Harder. Softer. Less. More. That you understand.” He kissed her lips. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
Open communication would spill into every aspect of their life together, not just sex. Brendan didn’t need to tell her that, though. They’d just have a better relationship for it.
“Do you know why I chose nipple clamps for you?”
“No.” But Katelyn was smiling. He guessed she had a notion.
