Page 54 of The Money Shot

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Page 54 of The Money Shot

“All at once?” I repeated, standing up with the bags in hand. “Lucien, this is enough for a three-day sex convention.”

He flopped back against the pillows, pulling the blanket over his face again. “Just bring them over, Drake.”

I sighed and carried the bags to the bed, holding them in clear view of the camera as I set them down. If we were going to do this, I might as well commit to the bit.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reached into a bag and pulled out the first thing my hand landed on. It was a massive, bright pink dildo that looked more like a pool noodle than something meant for human holes.

“What,” I said, holding it up like a prize from a carnival, “were you planning on doing with this?”

Liam peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. Then, with a groan, he yanked the blanket back over his head.

“C’mon, Lucien,” I teased, waving the dildo in the air. “What were you going to do with this big old thing?”

His muffled voice came from somewhere under the blanket. “I don’t know! It was on sale!”

I laughed so hard I almost dropped the thing. “On sale? What were you doing, couponing for kink?”

Before he could answer, I grabbed the blanket and yanked it off him, then leaned over and blew a big, loud raspberry on his belly button.

“Draaake!” he screamed, thrashing beneath me as he burst into laughter. “Stop! Oh my God, stop!”

“Never!” I declared, planting another raspberry just below his ribs.

What started as playful tickling turned into full-on wrestling, with the two of us rolling across the bed like a couple of kids fighting over the last slice of pizza. Eventually, I pinned him, holding his wrists above his head as we both panted for breath.

“Gotcha,” I said, grinning down at him.

He stuck his tongue out at me. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” I replied, leaning down until our faces were just inches apart. “But I have a serious question for you, Lucien.”

“Oh, no,” he groaned, his cheeks already turning pink.

“Have you ever, you know…” I lowered my voice, “…done butt stuff?”

His entire face went beet red. “Butt stuff? Drake!”

“What?” I asked, letting go of his wrists. “It’s a valid question!”

Blushing furiously, he replied, “Not really.”

“Not really?” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a ‘yes’ or a ‘no,’ Lucien.”

“Fine!” he said, groaning again. “No, okay? I haven’t.”

I couldn’t help but smirk as I sat back. “Well,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, “maybe it’s time we changed that.”

His eyes widened, and his pulse quickened under my grip. “Maybe,” he whispered, barely audible.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his. “Good,” I breathed. “Because I’m not done playing with you yet.” I grabbed the dildo again and waved it in front of his face.

Liam’s eyes flicked to the enormous pink monstrosity in my hand, then back to my face, and he suddenly looked… uneasy. Not embarrassed- but genuinely nervous. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he shifted beneath me.

“Uh… maybe we could do, um… other things first?” he stammered, not quite meeting my eyes. His tone was almost apologetic, and it hit me like a brick: Liam wasn’t ready for this. Hell, I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to stick the pink daddy of all dildos inside them.

I stared at him for a moment; the realization making my chest tighten. He wasn’t scared of me—thank God—but he was definitely afraid of what would happen next. And yeah, I got it.This was unfamiliar territory for both of us, and the last thing I wanted was to push him too far, too fast.

I set the ridiculous pink dildo back in the bag and nudged it to the side, brushing my fingers over the next item I grabbed. The cool metal felt solid and purposeful in my hand. I pulled it out and held it up between us, letting the light glint off the silver links of the handcuffs.




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