Caught Up In You 3: Designer Love and Empty Things (Edgeplay) by Jenna McCormick

Connor says.
     “Um…?” I pause and look over my shoulder to where he’s standing at the foot of the bed. I’m poised like a cat on all fours on top of the rich purple comforter. “Like this?”
     He nods, studying my exposed backside. “Exactly like that.” He’s blocking the huge antique mirror over the dresser, thank goodness, otherwise I’d have an unobstructed view of my ass. Bad enough he has one.
     Connor moves closer. “Tell me what you are being punished for.”
     “Not trusting you?”
 “What else?”
     I blink at him, unsure how to answer.
     He leans closer to me, runs a hand down the bumps of my spine. “You deliberately risked your life not even twenty four hours after someone took a shot at you. You didn’t trust me enough to keep you safe, to take care of you.”
     “Can I at least explain why?” I thought he already knew why I’d run off.
     He speaks softly and I hear the slightest trace of his Southern heritage. Usually he speaks crisply without an accent, and I can always tell when he’s genuine when I hear that soft drawl. “The why doesn’t matter. You didn’t come to me, didn’t trust me to help you. I will always drop whatever I’m doing to help you regardless of the consequences. What you want is of utmost importance to me, yet you left without a word.”
     I hang my head as shame washes over me. He’s right, I didn’t trust him to help me. I’ve become so used to having no one willing or able to help. “I’m sorry.”
     The gentle hand pauses at the small of my back. “Can you tell me why you didn’t come to me first?”
     It’s on the tip of my tongue to say because time was of the essence but deep down I know that’s not the real reason.
     “I was upset. I didn’t know if you would help me after what I told you about my mother. I thought you were looking for an out.”
      Fingers tighten in my hair and he yanks my head back while he rubs his groin against my ass. Understanding, patient Connor is gone. “Do you really believe that there is anything you could tell me that would quell my desire for you? If I can get past—” He cuts himself off with a vicious growl.
     “Get past what?” I ask but he ignores me, releasing my hair and standing back “Connor?”
     He retrieves the long finger of ginger from the bowl. My eyes are glued to it. “What are you going to do?”
     “Spread your ass cheeks for me so I can put this inside you.”
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     “ I nside me?” I squeak. He can’t possibly mean what I think he means. “You said it burns!”
     “That’s why it’s punishment.” There’s a devil glint in his eyes.
     My fingers curl into the shimmering satin bedspread. “I don’t know if I can handle this, Connor.”
     “Then say your safeword and leave. If you don’t fully trust me, we need to know right now.” He waits patiently for me to decide.
     I think about the careful way he prepared the all-natural butt plug. He knew what he intended to do all along, knew I might back out but he went to the trouble anyway. For me, because he trusts me, wants me.
     The same way I want him. Fully, with no limits regardless of the personal cost. If he needs this then so do I.
     Slowly, I release my locked elbows and lower my upper body onto the mattress. My hands tremble as I grip my butt cheeks and heat scalds my face at the searing humiliation. That must be part of his elaborate punishment. Connor knows exactly which buttons to push.
     “ Good girl ,” he rasps. I’m absurdly pleased by the emotion in his voice, the pride those two words convey. And then I feel it, the bulbous end pressing against that tight ring of muscles. The foreign sensation has me panting.
     “Relax,” he tells me.
 “Don’t you need to lube it up or something?” It feels so big. I’ve only ever experienced his fingers and tongue there before. In comparison the ginger root seems enormous. I seriously doubt it will fit