Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
I sank to my knees on the plush carpet, my robe falling open slightly to reveal my thighs.
“Take off the robe,” he said. “I want you naked.”
I untied the belt and let the robe slide off my shoulders, pooling around me on the floor. I knelt before him, completely bare, my body on display.
“Much better,” he said, taking a sip of his whiskey. He set the glass down and picked up a small, black box from the table beside him. He opened it and pulled out something that made my breath catch in my throat. It was a butt plug, but not just any butt plug. It had a long, black tail attached to the end, made of what looked like real horsehair.