Trust Me II Read Online Free Page B

dark, private and your inhibitions are hidden. Do you want your kit or sleep?” Sandra sighed. She may feel invincible with her new title of wife, but she was still very much the shy country girl who left Kansas two weeks ago.
    “Tell me,” he urged again. Sandra drew a deep breath to steady her nerves.
    “Your kinky kit,” she whispered.
    “It’s your kinky kit my love, not mine. Ask for it again.”
    “I can’t,” she said barely above a whisper.
    “I thought you liked how you felt when we used them?”
    “I do, but I don’t know how to say what I want.”
    “You pretend to be so proper and innocent, but you love playing as much as I do. Just tell me what you want me to do to you?”
    “The cuffs,” she said, feeling her blush burn her skin.”
    “And?” he urged further.
    “The wand.”
    “Is that all?” Sandra sighed; he was not letting her off the hook until she told him exactly what she wanted.
    “You can use the damn clamps too,” she growled louder than she had wanted, causing him to laugh again.
    “I believe I have created a monster,” he teased kissing her neck. “An orgasm crazed monster, if I recall.”
    “You brought me up here to demonstrate your manliness, not to spend the evening taking.” Sandra felt irritated with his teasing, though her ire was slowly diminishing.
    “So impatient,” he told her. “So, my beloved, do you want the usual heat or shall we enjoy our evening and take it slow.”
    “I don’t think you know how to take it slow,” she teased as he began caressing her hips.
    “I can if you want, but I know how much you really enjoy it hard and fast. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.” Sandra smiled, biting her lower lip.
    “I love everything you do, everything you make me feel. I put my trust and my love in your capable hands.” He leaned into her and kissed her passionately for a few very brief moments then stood up off the bed once again and flipped on the side table lamp. He untucked the blanket at the foot of the bed and tugged sharply; laughing at the unexpected screech she gave as she nearly tumbled off the side. Sandra secured her position on the clean blue sheets, feeling the anxiety and nerves begin to mount inside her again, sending tingles down her stomach to her lower regions.
    Creighton picked up the black bag of toys and walked back to her, smiling while he sat it on the edge of the bed and unzipped it, removing the wand, nipple clamps and glass vibrator. Sandra bit her lip to stifle the giggle when he held up the handcuffs and the spandex wrist band.
    “Which one would you like?” he asked her with a raised eyebrow. Sandra couldn’t resist any longer and laughed. “What’s so amusing?” He asked her with a slight frown.
    “Why is it you want me to tell you what to do, when you already know what I want, sometimes even before I do?” He grinned tossing the spandex across her tummy and moving the bag back to the floor.
    “I have spent the past two years studying you, remember? I know your heart and your soul better than I know my own.” He moved up on the bed, holding her gaze a willing prisoner as he slowly approached her.
    “Ready?” he asked a moment later watching her nod eagerly, stretching her arms above her head. His smile widened as she batted her eyelashes innocently up at him.
    “Whenever you are,” she said softly causing him to laugh
    “You never cease to amaze me, Sandra. I love how trusting you are and how eager.” He straddled her stomach, taking her hand in his and kissing each finger in turn, nipping the soft pad of her palm. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, feeling the stirring sensations begin to tingle down her abdomen to settle between her legs again.
    “You have never given me a reason not to trust you, Creighton, and I highly doubt you ever would.”
    “No I wouldn’t,” he assured her, slipping her hand into the stretchy band and leaning over her, securing her wrists together between the