I go upstairs. “Mouse!” he calls. I come back a minute later with my favorite bunny vibrator. It’s a deep violet shade made of silicone with an innie and an outie point of contact so I can fuck myself and hit my clit at the same time. It’s gotten me off more times than I can count. Bran’s gaze sinks to it in my hand and then he narrows his eyes. “Mouse.” His voice reverberates with warning. “Last chance.” “I’m not playing games,” he says. Well, I am. And I’m about to take this one home.
