Page 162 of The Monster and the Masochist

She was already setting the box on the bed and popping the lid off to peek at what was inside.

My entire face flushed as I watched her expression slowly turn from mild curiosity to confusion to pure, dark, unadulterated lust.

“Theodora.”

She said my name like an order, though I didn’t know what exactly it was she wanted me to do.

My heart was pounding, and I twisted the hem of my t-shirt nervously through my fingers as she reached into the box to pull out my fucking strap.

Oh god… Fuck… was she going to think it was presumptuous of me to even bring that shit? What had I been thinking!? I should have left it in my guesthouse.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

I stood there, frozen and unable to formulate words as I watched her run her fingers over the black harness.

Her intelligent eyes took in the design, and I could almost see her putting together how it all worked as she examined the flexible O-ring that was meant to secure a dildo to the jock-style strap.

Her eyes lit up with curiosity when she discovered the tiny pocket in the front that was meant to hold a bullet vibrator, and my mouth went dry as I waited for her to fucking say something.

She glanced at me briefly before returning her attention to the box, her chocolate brown eyes growing dark with lust as she idly perused through the many different options she had at her disposal.

“So many choices…” she hummed before pulling out one of my larger dildos. This one had been cast in the colors of the lesbian flag, and her smile widened as she examined the grinding base of the toy.

“Cass…” My voice came out in a low rasp. Her gaze immediately darted to mine, and I watched in what almost felt like a trance-like state as she slipped into that terrifyingly dominant persona she sometimes defaulted to when we were having sex.

“Put it on,” she ordered, and I swallowed.

“Wh-what?”

“Are you going to make me repeat myself, Theodora?” She gave me an unimpressed look, and I flinched.

“No. No, of course not,” I whispered, rushing forward to take the strap from her. I threaded the silicone dildo into the O-ring and shot Cassandra one last cautious glance before fully committing… Just to make sure she was positive that she wanted to take this next step with me.

Any doubts I had that she might change her mind immediately dissipated as I took in the expression on her face.

She was looking at me like she wanted to take me apart piece by piece… and fuck… did I ever want her to do that. I didn’t even give a shit if she ever put me back together again.

I just wanted her to fucking ruin me, and when she tugged on the knot of her silk robe, revealing to me what she was wearing underneath it, my knees went weak.

Holy shit.

My mouth went dry as I took her in.

She was wearing a see-through crimson lace bra that was so sheer I could see her perfect, dark nipples through the fabric. My gaze helplessly followed the firm but soft lines of her body down to the matching set of panties that were… Oh my fucking god, they were crotchless.

Her bare pussy was framed by red scalloped lace, and the violent color against her tanned skin made my brain temporarily go offline.

“Holy fuck, Cassandra…” I breathed as she let her robe pool in a puddle of liquid gold at her feet.

“I gave you instructions, Theodora. I’m still waiting,” she purred, and I jumped as she stalked toward me, looking lethal and sexy as fuck.

She moved like a jungle cat–every ounce of her just dripping with confidence and sex. She knew how hot she was, and that somehow just made her even more attractive to me.

She curled her fingers in the front of my t-shirt and jerked me into her, causing me to gasp.

“If you make me ask you again, I can promise you, you will regret it.”

Oh my goooooddddd…