“So a crown.”
“Now you’re getting the picture.”
“I knew from the second I laid eyes on you that you were high-maintenance. Come over here.”
Taking my hand again, he leads me over to the bed. Then he stands silently, watching my face as I look at the carefully lined-up display on the silk duvet cover.
A flush of heat blooming over my chest, I say faintly, “That’s quite the collection.”
He slides his hand slowly up my spine and grips the back of my neck. Bending close to my ear, he says, “Choose your favorite.”
My n*****s tighten. My mouth goes dry. Between my legs, a pulse of heat blooms to match the one heating my upper body. Oh god. I’m going to pass out.
I don’t want to miss all the fun, though, so I force myself to take slow breaths as I look over the whips, floggers, riding crop
