“It’s just the thought of you doing this with other women…” I close my fist and rest it on my breastbone. “Hurts right here, as unreasonable as that may be.”
“It’s not unreasonable. The thought of any other man touching you makes me crazy, so I get it. But you should know, every woman who came before you was the dress rehearsal for the main event. They were getting me ready for you.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, but if we ever run into any of them, don’t tell me. I’m better off not being able to picture them.”
“I thought you knew everything about me before we met?”
It’s funny now that I thought I knew him so well before we met, when I knew only what was reported about him. The real man is so much more complex than even the paparazzi who stalk him relentlessly could ever begin to imagine. “I know about the famous ones. I’m sure there were legions of others.”
“Not legions…”
I poke his belly, making him grunt with laughter.
“You’re the only one who has truly mattered, Nat. You have to know that.”
“I do, but I never get tired of hearing it.”
“I’ll have to tell you more often, then.” He rubs his stomach and stretches. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Want to get up and eat and watch a movie?”
“How am I supposed to do all that with this thing in my butt?”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“When will I get used to it?”
“You earned this punishment fair and square, sweetheart. Don’t make me add to it by complaining about it.”
“I think it’s only fair that you should have to do this sometime so you know how it feels.”
“Nope.”
“That’s so hypocritical.”
“It’s not something that interests me. It is something that interests you. Thus there’s nothing hypocritical about it.”
“You were a lawyer in your past life, weren’t you?”
He gets out of bed and pulls a pair of gym shorts from his backpack. “Funny, my mother used to say the same thing when I would argue everything to death with her and my dad.”
“I can so picture that.”
“Come on, lazy girl. Time to get up and have dinner with your husband.” He disappears into the adjoining bathroom to wash up.
I move carefully, aware every second of the plug that’s lodged in my ass. At least it’s no longer vibrating. I’m thankful for small favors. In the bag I brought with me to New York, I find clean panties, a pair of sweats and a long-sleeve T-shirt that I put on without a bra. There is definitely something to be said for traveling in luxurious comfort. The cross-country flights are beginning to feel routine to me.
He comes out, and I take a turn in the bathroom. With my pants down, I turn to look in the mirror at the plug, which is red. The flat end is visible between my cheeks, and the sight of it there is oddly arousing.
I join Flynn in the salon, sitting slowly and gingerly. When I catch him smiling at me, I scowl in return, which only makes him laugh. I’m glad one of us thinks this is funny.
The flight attendant comes out with menus and wine lists for each of us.
“I’m in the mood for seafood and chardonnay,” he says after a quick perusal. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
I study the menu while the attendant waits to take my order. When I decide, I look up at her, but before I can give her my order, the words are stolen from my lips as the plug begins to vibrate again.
“Nat?” Flynn asks, the picture of innocence.
“I… um, I’ll have the same.”
“Very good,” the perky woman says, taking our menus. “I’ll be right back with your wine.”
“I can’t believe you did that,” I whisper to him the minute we’re alone, which is when the plug miraculously stops vibrating.
“What did I do?”
“Don’t act all innocent. You turned on the thing and made it so I couldn’t speak.”
“How does a plug in your ass make it so you can’t speak?”
“Don’t say that out loud! She might hear you.”
His low rumble of laughter makes me want to smack him.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“You bet your ass I am.”
“Enough already with my ass.”
“I’m just getting started on your ass, sweetheart.”
“Clearly, I’ve made a deal with the devil.”
“You’re just figuring that out now?”
The flight attendant returns, bringing our wine and salads. I take a sip from my glass and nearly choke when the vibrating begins anew. Somehow, I manage to swallow the wine. “Flynn! Stop!”
He’s laughing too hard to speak.
Then the buzzing shifts up a notch, becoming more intense and incredibly arousing. God, how is it possible that I’m getting so turned on from a vibrating plug in my ass? It’s unfathomable that I should like this as much as I do. Just as I’m really getting into it, the buzzing stops, and I collapse into my chair.
“Eat your dinner, Nat.”
“I hate you right now.”
“No, you don’t. You love me.”
“First you pay off my student loans behind my back, and now this.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I’m an awful bastard.”
“Well, at least you know it.”
“You’re still mad about the loans?”