for me, Kemper.”
He gave her a funny little look, one she translated without difficulty. He sure couldn’t say the same, but she didn’t resent him because of the fact.
How could she hold their modernized relationship against him when she had fully understood the terms of their intimate association by signing on to share him with her best friend? She couldn’t, especially since Kara loved him first.
Nine
“Apparently, I was wrong,” Kara said, rummaging through the box of adult toys and BDSM gear. “I guess I haven’t been humiliated enough for one night.”
She pulled out a slender box housing a butt plug described as a smooth granite stone, a dildo with an impressive thick head, and a pair of handcuffs. “Apparently, I needed an audience, a good round of applause, maybe even a standing ovation...” Her voice trailed as she continued unpacking the goodies. “And oh yes, let’s not forget the grand finale.” She tossed aside a flogger, a paddle, and a spreader bar before dumping out the bubble wrap in the center of her living room.
A double-thump resounded. Zak turned his full attention to the boxed kit of intimate accessories and case of vibrators. Kara plucked the larger container from the floor and held it in front of her body, studying the selection with wide eyes. She took a moment and read the fine print. The rapid movement of lips sort of gave her away.
Meeting his gaze, she burst out laughing and he joined in right away, glad to release the muffled chuckles he had tried to play off as a strangled cough. When the laughter subsided, he halfway expected her to cry. Instead, she looked at him as if she were expecting him to explain away these things, or perhaps suggest he teach her how to play with a sadist’s toys.
And without a doubt, Kemper Kapertone was a sadist.
What kind of man stole away with a girl’s best friend, made her believe he needed two women while suggesting she remain loyal only to him, then married the best friend without so much as a Dear Jane letter or virtual e-kiss goodbye?
Then again, maybe this gift was his final kiss. If so, Zak had to give the guy credit. He reached an all-time low by sending a parting gift full of a submissive woman’s treasures, yet he wasn’t planning to stick around and provide the necessary instructions.
It occurred to Zak then. Perhaps Kapertone planned to keep Kara on the side. Maybe he thought he could have his beer and drink it, too.
Zak moistened his lips at the thought. Hadn’t he planned the same? Hadn’t he drank the woman’s booze, spent a little time with her, and now felt he should be the one to help her mend a broken heart?
“That was one hell of an encore,” Zak said, eyeing the flogger. He was itching to ask her if she’d ever experimented with light bondage or Domination and submission. They’d briefly discussed the collar episode and he’d formed his own opinions. Perhaps he’d been wrong. Maybe she wasn’t as sweet and innocent as she had tried to portray.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“Trust me when I tell you, Kara. You have no idea what I’m thinking,” Zak said, aware of his dominant beast surfacing. That unsettling need gnawed at his gut, challenging him with a stroke of temptation at the most inopportune moment.
Timing was everything. Making his move on a young woman who was twenty-seven years his junior and going through an emotional tailspin after an unexpected separation from her boyfriend and her best friend made him feel like he was taking advantage of a situation. Then again, he was a man. Wouldn’t most men in his predicament grab opportunity by the horns?
Squatting next to the coffee table, she scooped up a few items, all of which were neatly boxed in their appropriate containers, with the exception of the handcuffs. She tucked a long, slender object under her arm and gathered a few more items before shooting him a saucy smile. “Would you mind?”
“To?” He was leading her. Or
He gave her a funny little look, one she translated without difficulty. He sure couldn’t say the same, but she didn’t resent him because of the fact.
How could she hold their modernized relationship against him when she had fully understood the terms of their intimate association by signing on to share him with her best friend? She couldn’t, especially since Kara loved him first.
Nine
“Apparently, I was wrong,” Kara said, rummaging through the box of adult toys and BDSM gear. “I guess I haven’t been humiliated enough for one night.”
She pulled out a slender box housing a butt plug described as a smooth granite stone, a dildo with an impressive thick head, and a pair of handcuffs. “Apparently, I needed an audience, a good round of applause, maybe even a standing ovation...” Her voice trailed as she continued unpacking the goodies. “And oh yes, let’s not forget the grand finale.” She tossed aside a flogger, a paddle, and a spreader bar before dumping out the bubble wrap in the center of her living room.
A double-thump resounded. Zak turned his full attention to the boxed kit of intimate accessories and case of vibrators. Kara plucked the larger container from the floor and held it in front of her body, studying the selection with wide eyes. She took a moment and read the fine print. The rapid movement of lips sort of gave her away.
Meeting his gaze, she burst out laughing and he joined in right away, glad to release the muffled chuckles he had tried to play off as a strangled cough. When the laughter subsided, he halfway expected her to cry. Instead, she looked at him as if she were expecting him to explain away these things, or perhaps suggest he teach her how to play with a sadist’s toys.
And without a doubt, Kemper Kapertone was a sadist.
What kind of man stole away with a girl’s best friend, made her believe he needed two women while suggesting she remain loyal only to him, then married the best friend without so much as a Dear Jane letter or virtual e-kiss goodbye?
Then again, maybe this gift was his final kiss. If so, Zak had to give the guy credit. He reached an all-time low by sending a parting gift full of a submissive woman’s treasures, yet he wasn’t planning to stick around and provide the necessary instructions.
It occurred to Zak then. Perhaps Kapertone planned to keep Kara on the side. Maybe he thought he could have his beer and drink it, too.
Zak moistened his lips at the thought. Hadn’t he planned the same? Hadn’t he drank the woman’s booze, spent a little time with her, and now felt he should be the one to help her mend a broken heart?
“That was one hell of an encore,” Zak said, eyeing the flogger. He was itching to ask her if she’d ever experimented with light bondage or Domination and submission. They’d briefly discussed the collar episode and he’d formed his own opinions. Perhaps he’d been wrong. Maybe she wasn’t as sweet and innocent as she had tried to portray.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“Trust me when I tell you, Kara. You have no idea what I’m thinking,” Zak said, aware of his dominant beast surfacing. That unsettling need gnawed at his gut, challenging him with a stroke of temptation at the most inopportune moment.
Timing was everything. Making his move on a young woman who was twenty-seven years his junior and going through an emotional tailspin after an unexpected separation from her boyfriend and her best friend made him feel like he was taking advantage of a situation. Then again, he was a man. Wouldn’t most men in his predicament grab opportunity by the horns?
Squatting next to the coffee table, she scooped up a few items, all of which were neatly boxed in their appropriate containers, with the exception of the handcuffs. She tucked a long, slender object under her arm and gathered a few more items before shooting him a saucy smile. “Would you mind?”
“To?” He was leading her. Or
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