Chapter 18

“Slower, Detective,” Marc ordered, following Sinead up the stairs.

While the redhead has a small bust, her ass was a perfect example of what a slender woman would aspire to carry around. It was full and firm without looking huge on her, built over what Marc could only assume was years of athletics as a teen and long into adulthood. It jiggled just enough to entice, and her hips naturally swayed as she walked. Especially as she climbed the stairs up to his loft.

Sinead looked over her shoulder at Marc and realized why he was demanding she walk slower and shot him a scowl, but she followed the order.

Marc smiled to himself and watched as the beautiful detective climbed his stairs. It was a simple pleasure, but one he enjoyed immensely.

At the top, in the loft portion of the apartment, he directed Sinead with a light hand in the centre of her back, just below her shoulder blades. She tensed slightly, her skin goose-pimpling under his touch, but didn’t object. He turned her toward the bed and stopped her at the foot, standing next to her.

“These are for you, Detective,” he said. The dress was sleek and black and would hug her body tightly at the stomach and hips but remained loose and daring at the bust. Only a woman with the build of Sinead would be able to carry it off - he bought different styles of dresses for Felicity with her exceptionally large bust, and it had been a fun diversion to find something he thought would suit the Detective. Along with the dress were matching heels - he’d been conservative with the stilettos and chosen a simple three-inch heel and closed-toe since it was winter, though he had a feeling Sinead could wear taller. He had also lain out a simple necklace and earring combo in silver, which would match her silver French-tipped nails by kismet.

“Um...” Sinead said, looking at the outfit. Well, that and the final piece of accessory that was laid out for her. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s a plug anal,” Marc said with a soft smile. “A buttplug, though I think it sounds better in French, yes?”

Sinead shook her head slowly, not responding to him.

“Detective, I am surprised,” Marc said. “You have not used a plug anal before?”

“No,” Sinead said, then looked at him. The anger and frustration were gone for the moment, replaced by uncertainty. “I’ve never, ah...”

“Ah, je comprends,” Marc nodded and rubbed his hand softly on her bare back to assure her. “This is new for you. Don’t worry, petite rebelle, it is simple and I think you will find it pleasurable after the initial surprise. And it is fairly self-explanatory to use, but it is necessary.” He let his voice harden a little, to make the following an order even though he offered her options. “Would you like to put it in yourself, or would you prefer if I help you?”

She swallowed and looked back at the dress, shoes, jewellery and buttplug. She picked up the silver device and held it, feeling the weight of it and rubbing her finger along the smooth, metallic surface. “I- I’ll do it,” she said.

“Bien,” Marc nodded and then gestured her towards the en suite. “You may go into the washroom. There is anal lube ready on the counter for you.”