Lana's Toy by Wednesday Noir

Author:Wednesday Noir [Noir, Wednesday]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-06-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Hot water relaxed her body as she listened to Patrick in the bedroom. She had no idea what he was doing. But before she could even make herself a cup of coffee, he shooed her to the bubble bath he had waiting for her when she woke.

Her eyes closed, and she leaned back against the bath pillow, soaking. As Lana laid drifting to sleep, the bathroom door opened.

Patrick stepped into the room, carrying a champagne flute filled with orange juice. “Mimosa?”

There was never a time she would say no to a mimosa. She took it from his hand. Patrick spoiled her but never in a bubble bath and delivered mimosas kind of way. She could get used to this type of attention.

But the water was already beginning to cool around her. If Lana didn’t move soon, she would turn into a prune mess.

“Mmm. Thank you.” She sipped her treat. Patrick retreated to the small closet, bringing a fluffy white towel back to the tub. “Are you ready?” she asked, wondering what waited for her in the next room.

“Yes, Miss,” Patrick said, shaking out the towel and holding it for her.

The cool bathroom chilled her skin and made her nipples harden as she stepped out of the tub.

Lana stood still, sipping the mimosa while Patrick dried her. “You spoil me, Dolly.” The soft brushes of the plush towel caressing her body raised goosebumps.

“I’ll spoil you as much as you allow,” Patrick said. The words heated her cheeks, knowing he meant them. Not just as her favorite toy, but as her husband too.

The towel’s movements were deliberate, soft, and lingering. Patrick’s gaze followed his hands, his eyes devouring her. He took his time moving down her body. By the time her skin was dry, she was wet.

Somehow, even drying her off, Patrick flipped her switch. He led her by her hand out of the bathroom. Lana’s eyes widened as her gaze swept the room.

While she soaked, Patrick had changed the bedsheets to the black silk ones she kept for special occasions. Red candles replaced the white ones from the night before. They gave the room a spicy cinnamon scent. A tray sat on the bed with a bowl of strawberries and other tasty treats.

It seemed someone was determined to get what he wanted.

All the teasing and games made it impossible to continue denying him. If Lana kept the denial up, she would crawl out of her skin.

Lana sat the empty glass on the chest of drawers and turned toward Patrick. “Take off the boxers and get in bed.”

Like always, Patrick obeyed, dropping his red boxers and moving the breakfast tray to the nightstand. He crawled onto the bed and laid down to wait to see what Lana would do. She walked around the bed, enjoying the way his eyes followed her.

“Arms over your head, don’t move them,” Lana said, moving onto the bed. Patrick obeyed, raising his hands over his head on the pillow. He grabbed his wrists as if he didn’t trust himself not to touch her.

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