I was so exhausted by the time we got back around three in the morning that I didn’t even bother looking for my pajamas. I just took off my clothes and crawled into bed naked. Darren did the same.

“You have a word you want to use?” he asks.

“No. Do I really need one?” I murmur.

“Yes. Otherwise, I don’t know if I’ve gone too far. And the word has to be unique enough that it won’t get lost in the scene.”

“Unique? Like…cake?”

“Sure, we can try that.”

I move to wrap my arm about his waist and graze his hard-on. “Whoa. You need me to take care of that for you?”

“Hell yes,” he replies, his voice gruff with desire.

He pushes my head beneath the covers toward his groin. Fisting the base of his shaft, I start by licking his cock, flicking my tongue over the grooves and flares of the head. Relishing his grunts, I envelop his tip with my mouth and suck, tasting his pre-cum. He pushes my head down to take more of him. I tongue the underside as I go up and down. He groans, grabs me, and positions me over him so that we’re in full-fledged 69. Pretty soon, I’m half distracted by what he’s doing to me with his tongue and forget my part.

I come off his cock. “Can I come?”

“You’re not there yet.”

“I know, but I want to ask before you stuff my mouth and claim you can’t understand me.”

He chuckles, then rolls me under him before returning to the cunnilingus. He pumps his hips, driving his cock deeper. I try my best to relax my throat and hold on to his buttocks. I feel my wetness dripping down to my ass. He seems to notice this, too.

“Good time for the anal plug,” he says, then hops out of bed to the bag where he got the Ben Wa balls.

Crap. I had forgotten about that.

He opens a rectangular box and shows me three teardrop-shaped plugs with jeweled hearts at the ends.

“This is a good training set,” he explains.

They look fairly harmless, I decide. He takes the smallest one out and lets me hold it in my hand.

I give it back. “That’s going to go in my…?”

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

After I’m in position, he caresses my back and derriere. “Relax, Bridge.”

He rubs the plug along my clit till I’m aroused enough to actually want this. He grabs a buttock and shakes it, then presses the plug into my vagina. He fucks me with the plug a few times before moving it to my back hole.

“Relax,” he reminds me, pressing the tip against me. “It’s not going to hurt. It’s going to feel good.”

I can’t help it. It just feels weird having anything go in a point of exit. With his free hand, he fondles my clit before pressing the plug against my sphincter.