Page 31 of The Heart You Kept

CHAPTER SIX

ALORA

We walk into the suite and Mr. Doe takes off his jacket and hangs it up and I walk to the bar. “Nightcap?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

I begin to pour our two drinks and he comes and stands behind me, his lips drop to my neck as his arms wrap around me from behind.

I can feel his body harden against mine. “There it is.” I smile. “I wondered where he’d been.”

He chuckles and pumps me with his hips. “Waiting.” He pumps me again. “To strike.”

I turn toward him and pass his drink over; my eyes hold his as I take a long sip. “So?” I smile.

“So….”

There are a million words hanging in the air between us, sexy, dirty and forbidden words.

I set my drink down and go to the black box. “I think it’s time we open this.”

His eyes hold mine as he sips his drink, the look he gives me could start a fire.

I pull the lid off and peer in. I pull out the first thing I see. “We have massage oil.”

He smirks.

“A very large bottle of lubricant.” I hold it up and then place it on the counter beside the box. “A blindfold.” I pull out a black blindfold, I frown as I see the next item. “Handcuffs.”

He breaks into a sexy smile and raises his glass toward me.

“You like handcuffs?” I ask.

“Very much.”

“Oh….” Of course he likes handcuffs, he’s a fucking deviant. I keep digging through the box. “A butt plug.” I pull out a black butt plug and hold it up.

He rolls his lips, seemingly unimpressed with this one.

“Oh look, there are different sizes.” I pull out four more butt plugs and set them down on the counter. I frown as I spy something else. “What in the world…?” I pull out a butt plug with a horse tail attached to it and I hold it up.

Mr. Doe breaks into a playful smile. “Giddyup.”

I giggle in surprise. “I mean…really?” I keep digging and see a snakelike thing rolled up. “What is….” My mouth falls open as I pull it out. “A whip.”

His eyes blaze with fire as they hold mine.

“You like this?” I whisper, slightly horrified.

“We already know this about me,” he replies.

“We do?” I frown. “A smack on the behind is not a whole-ass fucking whip.”

“And you couldn’t even take that.” His eyes hold mine as if daring me to say something.

My heart sinks, I hate that I unknowingly failed that test.

“Yeah well.” I set the whip down onto the counter. “Nobody gets to hit me.”