Easy Come(Plaything #1)(16)

Georgie had promised to head over as soon as she was done with revisions on her story for the magazine. She was also drafting her resignation letter. She knew Contemporary Life was no longer the magazine she'd signed on for.

The intercom beeped and I pushed the button to open the gates. I waited for her on the porch. It had only been eight days since Chase walked Georgie into my office, but I felt as if I'd known her forever. In a way, I had. She had been the woman in my imagination, the one who was my soul mate on earth. I knew she was out there and that one day I'd find her. And I had. If there was one woman worth giving up my playboy bachelor days for, it was Georgie.

She parked her car. I walked down the steps to meet her. She hadn't heard me walk up and backed into me as she was pulling a duffle bag out of the backseat. "Oh! Sorry, I'm late. I had to give Tiger's feeding, ear scratching and neck rubbing instructions to my neighbor."

"Ear scratching and neck rubbing require instructions?" I asked.

Her cheeks were pink as she straightened from the car. She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and handed me her duffle. "You've obviously never owned a cat. There is a very thin line between an ear scratch that will earn you a purr and one that will earn you a nasty scratch on your arm. It takes a great deal of knowledge and expertise to get it right."

I lifted the bag up and down. It was heavy.

She shrugged. "My phone must have given me a hundred weather scenarios for the weekend, so I wasn't sure what clothes I would need."

I pulled her into my arms. "I'm going with none. My plans for the weekend do not include clothes. In fact, clothes will just slow us down." I took hold of her hand. "Come on. I've got a surprise."

"I'm a big fan of surprises. Is it covered in chocolate?"

"No, but I could think of a few things I would like to cover in chocolate."

I ushered her through the front door.

"You are super duper horny, aren't you?" she asked.

I laughed as I led her down the hallway to my bedroom. "If super duper means I spent the morning thinking about how many places in the house I intend to fuck you, then yes. You could say I'm super duper horny." I pointed to the new piece of furniture I'd added to the room just for her.

She blinked at it through her glasses. "It looks like a giant wedge of cheese that has been covered in plush velvet." She tilted her head to the side. "Are those restraints hanging off the sides?"

"Yes. They were optional, but I thought you might like them. As I recall, you were intrigued with the chair on the Plaything Two. I decided to get you something just for fun. Unless you're not interested."

"In fun? Oh, I'm interested, buddy. But I think I need a drink first."





Chapter Twenty-Two





Georgie





Trey and I sat on the couch and snacked on cheese and crackers and sipped Pina coladas. We always found something to talk about, whether it was about work or our friends or our future dreams. At the ripe old age of twenty-eight, he had pretty much achieved his, at least everything but a family. I'd decided to leave my job at the magazine. It was no longer a good match for me. I had already sent my resume out to several highly respected newspapers, and I'd already had two call backs. I felt sure my career would be back on track soon. Which would go nicely with the rather fairytale like relationship I'd managed to end up in. I guess I could thank the wretched Meredith Vee for that slice of happiness, and I was deliriously happy.

Trey seemed to sense it. He pushed his foot against mine to stir me from my thoughts. "What's that starry eyed look about?"

I made a soft, dreamy sound that went with the starry eyes. "I was just thinking that I've never had everything in my life go right at the same time. It's kind of nice for a change."

"So, this feels right for you?"

I hadn't expected the question and wondered if I'd said too much. I looked at him.

"Y-e-s?" I said slowly, with a question in my tone.

He relaxed back. "Thank god, because I'm thinking about you night and day, and I'd feel pretty damn stupid if you weren't feeling right about this."

I turned to him on the couch. "You think about me night and day?"

"I sure do. I think about you with your big glasses, plucking away on your computer, that terrific brain of yours writing all manner of important things. I read through some of your articles, by the way. Great stuff."

"Thank you. I am proud of my work. Even this last piece. It might be a little different than my usual, but I think it turned out well."

"I'm dying to read it."

"Soon." I kicked off my shoes and ran my foot along his. "So, when you're thinking about me night and day, you're thinking about me working at the computer?"

"Naturally, you are stark naked while you're at the computer." He stood up and offered me his hand. "Which I think would be a perfect wardrobe choice for the next four hours."

"Four hours?" I placed my hand in his and he led me down the hallway.

"At least. It'll all be research for your article."

"Uh, as I mentioned, the article is finished."

He turned to me. His hazel eyes had that thrilling predatory look that I was growing extra fond of. That look meant I was about to be lost in a dizzying spell of multiple orgasms, and after several days of sitting at the computer, I was looking extra forward to it.

He pressed me up against the wall. "Then maybe you should start a new one." His mouth covered mine and his fingers fumbled with the hem of my shirt. He parted his mouth from mine long enough to pull the shirt off. He set about taking off my shorts. In seconds, I was standing in his hallway, sandwiched between his hard body and the wall, wearing just my bra and panties.

"Fuck, it's been too long." He grabbed my hand and popped open his door with his foot as he led me into the bedroom. I sensed that he was mad with wanting me, which only made me that much hotter.

"You up for it?" he asked, inclining his head toward the plush covered wedge.

I stared confidently up at him and pushed my panties down. "Hell yes, I'm up for it." I hadn't had one case of hiccoughs since we'd started dating, and I credited Trey with that. He'd improved my confidence and made me realize I needed to take charge of every aspect of my life.

I gave my naked ass an extra wiggle as I sashayed toward the wedge. A small cushioned ledge ran below the tall side of the wedge. I knelt down on it and then leaned my body over the wedge, relaxing my upper torso along the decline. My ass was up high in the air. Without much foreplay other than the suggestive talk and a kiss, my pussy was already wet and anxious with tingling sensations.

"Well, sir, am I doing this right?"

I heard Trey's pants drop on the floor behind me. "Fuck." It was his only reply.

He circled around to the front of the wedge. I lifted my head to peer up at him. From my vantage point his erection looked enormous, imposing. Trey crouched down in front of the wedge and took hold of one hand at a time, securing my wrists in the soft leather handcuffs on each side of it. With Trey, the experiments allowed me to test my limits and stretch my imagination. I had definitely found a part of myself I never knew existed. I liked a bit of kink. Not too much, not much more than handcuffs and the occasional spank, but I had truly found my sexual self. Something I would have never found without Trey's help.

"Comfortable, my sweet little captive?" Trey's deep voice alone was almost enough to bring me to orgasm.

"Very." My voice was leaving me as my mind began drifting toward what was about to happen.

"One more thing."

Before I could open my eyes to see what was happening, Trey had covered them with a satin blindfold. "This is new." There was a slight waver in my voice, but it wasn't from nerves. It was from anticipation.

Trey had this preternatural ability to move with hardly making a sound. Although, I was sure I caught a low, far off groan that I knew had not come from my own mouth. The sound had come from behind me. I was in a ridiculously vulnerable position, my naked bottom thrust in the air, while my hands were secured on the sides of the wedge. And I couldn't see what was happening.

I gasped as his hands, covered in warm, scented oil smoothed over my back. Immediately, my entire body relaxed, and I melted at the feel of his touch. I felt the heat of his body as he leaned over me and pushed aside my hair to kiss the back of my neck. He always knew exactly how to place his mouth where it would be appreciated the most. His warm breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine, and it ended in my pussy. As high up as my ass was, I found myself jutting it higher, begging for attention.

Trey's oiled hands moved down my back and circled my ass, taking extra time along the crack. His finger dipped into the tight puckered hole. I startled and tightened away from the intrusion. But that didn't stop him. His hands smoothed over my hips and underneath to my pussy where he deftly found my clit. The slick oil on his fingers mixed with the warm heat that had already pooled there, creating the most luxurious pool of moisture. His one hand continued to stroke my clit, bringing me easily to the height of arousal and creating a pulsating urgency in my pussy.

I could do nothing. He was in control, and he was one hell of a pilot.

I heard some rustling behind me and sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation of him putting on a condom. But his hands returned to my ass. He dragged a soft rubbery tip of something down the crack and pushed it inside the puckered hole.