“Thane, please. Thane, please.” She yanked on his hair, wheezing as his finger moved past the first knuckle to the second, then to the bridge of his knuckles. She keened, choking on an inhale as he wiggled his finger inside the hot, velvety passage. “Fuck. Stop. Oh God, stop.”
No safeword. Keeping her on the edge, he poured more lube over the invading finger, then dropped the bottle and worked the slick fluid over his other digits. His mouth attacked her pussy again, ignoring her clit in favor of the swollen tissues beneath. Withdrawing his finger to the tip, he pressed in again with both his index and middle fingers this time, conscientious of the fact the ring of muscle strangling his fingers wasn't giving way easily.
Twisting his fingers, scissoring them, he focused on working with the scars rather than bulldozing through them. Lifting his head, he replaced his mouth with his free hand, brushing her clit over and over with his thumb. “You're doing really well, sugar. Relax for me, okay? Come when you want.”
She clenched down on him, that ring tightening on his digits. “No more, Thane. I can't take any more.”
“Let me be the judge of that. Stop worrying and just relax,” he crooned, thrusting into her, withdrawing. Thrusting deeper and coaxing her anus and the scars to cooperate with him. Adding a third finger, he screwed them into her, feeling the muscle shiver and capitulate. He smiled as she stretched just a fraction wider, the cone of his fingers slipping just that little bit further. His cock was all for throwing itself into the fray.
“Thane—”
He kicked her over the edge of orgasm before she could say another word, flicking her clit hard with his fingernail. She went rigid, her thigh muscles turning to stone, her hips jerking up as she seized. Her pussy wept, clenching and releasing on nothing as the silken sheath around his fingers pulsed. Letting the pleasure surge through her body, he took the opportunity to open her just a bit more, using pleasure as a distraction against the bite of discomfort.
He glanced up, relishing the backward tilt of her head, the slender cords in her neck straining as she jittered, moaning under her breath. Sweat dotted her throat and shoulders. Quietly, he removed his fingers before the orgasm stopped rolling, then gave her cunt a leisurely lick for his own pleasure. She tasted even sweeter after coming, like fresh honey with the barest hint of tanginess, he discovered, and she was fucking addictive.
Stroking her thighs, her calves, he stayed on his knees until her body relaxed and sagged into the couch. Her breathing was fast, her pulse rate elevated. Gray eyes drifted dazedly in a face slack with bliss. While he waited for her to become aware of what was going on around her, Thane pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer and his handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning his hands thoroughly.
When Connie blinked at him with clearer eyes, he kissed the inside of her thigh, nuzzling his cheek against the soft skin so his stubble tickled the tender flesh as he purred, “That's my clever girl. Can you stand up?”
“Maybe? I don't think I can feel my legs.”
Thane clambered to his feet and gently pulled her upright, dancing her around until the table was behind her. He crouched, nudging the anal plug where he thought it was needed. “Your legs are just fine, sugar. I want you to lower yourself down, slowly. No lifting up, Connie. You can stop, but you can't raise yourself up. Go as slowly as you like.”
She glanced down between her legs and bit her lip. “Can we not just skip this step?”
“No. If we skip one step, you'll want to skip the next.”
“You have no idea how much I hate you right now.” But her hands gripped his shoulders like a lifeline, using him as an anchor. The muscles in her thighs quivered, strained as she squatted over the plug. “Don't let me fall.”
“Never, sugar.” Thane didn't move, in spite of his leg complaining bitterly. Crouching was not a good long-term position for him to stay in, but this was a monumental moment for Connie, and for him. Another step forward, another layer of trust. “Close your eyes and listen to my voice. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine.”
He rested one hand on her left thigh, and used his other to hold the anal plug firmly on the coffee table. He was aiming for a smooth, relatively painless insertion. If she cast aside her tendency to be in charge, he would guide her to a happy place. Personally, he liked that particular happy place, but it had been too long since he'd visited.
“Down you go, sugar. Nice and easy, that's a good girl.” He rubbed her thigh as her asshole made contact with the cold metal, grounded her when she jumped and tried to rise. “No, Connie. Remember the rules of the game. Lower yourself a little more,” he urged her softly, wincing when she whimpered fearfully. The rounded tip of the plug pierced her anus, spread around the steel. “Oh, yeah. That's really fucking hot. Keep going.”
“I don't want to do this, Thane.”
“Yeah, you do. This pretty cunt is calling you a liar. Dripping all over my hand,” he murmured darkly, watching her take another fraction of steel inside her. “Your body likes taking things up that hole, sugar. It's your busy, scared brain that doesn't. So switch it off and push down. My cock is the next step, the next thing stretching you open, so be a good girl and sit on the table. We're not stopping until your cheeks are touching wood.”
Releasing the plug, Thane dragged his fingers along her slit, then studied them. A thick trail of clear fluid gleamed, telling him she was more aroused than she'd ever admit. If she did this for him, took the toy all the way in, he'd reward her. Setting his thumb on her clit, he teased her quietly without another word.
She was making enough noise for the both of them. Her hips danced, seeking more of his touch, and she sank further onto the steel invader with a squeak. A quick glance showed him she had her eyes still closed tight, her mouth open in the most adorable O. Stress lined her mouth, her forehead, and she was pale.
Thane eased a finger into her pussy, feeling the metal bulging against the thin layer of skin separating vagina from rectum. Only a couple of inches to go, the widest part to take, and she could have an orgasm. He stroked her pussy, delving deeper, rubbing the front wall of her pussy until he found her G-spot. Her pelvis kicked, her strong inner muscles clamping down on his finger.
Connie choked on a wail, her butt slapping down onto the table. Her eyes popped open, popped wide, staring at him with a mixture of shock and accusation. Her pussy spasmed, soaking his hand with more of her juices, then her head fell back on a moan. “Holy fuck.”
“Feels good, doesn't it, sugar? That's it, come all over my fingers, that's my good girl.” He shoved another finger inside her as he set his other hand between her breasts and sent her sprawling backward over the table. Fuck, that tiny asshole looked amazing with the glint of steel. The temptation to hammer into her pussy and feel just how tight the plug made her was strong. “No screaming, Connie. Bet that receptionist has her ear pressed to the door, wondering if the respectable Doctor Monroe is getting her prim and proper self fucked hard in here.”
“Jesus, Thane.” She moaned and came simultaneously, milking his fingers in thick, rhythmic pulses.
When she finally stilled, inside and out, Thane pulled his fingers free and stuck them in his mouth. His groan was deep, a vocal testament to just how much he craved the taste of her. He stroked her stomach, dropping from the uncomfortable crouch to his knees, and waited for her breathing to calm. He ran a finger around the base of the anal plug, making sure it was all the way in, and saw her stiffen. “Relax, Connie. No more for the moment.”
She went limp again, lifting shaking hands to rub over her face. “You're taking it out now?”
“Didn't say that, did I?” He chuckled and helped her sit up, noting how her eyes almost rolled up when the plug pressed into her with the movement. “You're going to get dressed, and then we're going to walk across the road to my car, and we're going for a drive. A long drive, somewhere scenic, I think. Maybe pick up a burger if you're hungry?”
Connie blinked those big gray eyes at him. “
But you're taking it out, right? Before we do all that?”
Shaking his head, he threaded his fingers through her hair and dragged her face down to his. He kissed her, dragging it out until her eyelids fluttered half-shut. She was beautiful post-orgasm. Release brought color to her skin, a softness to the strain in her features. When he imagined their relationship as a long-term venture, he realized he would be a lucky fucker to have his heart held in her hands.
“It's staying in, Connie. When I take it out, I'm going to replace it with something you'll love just as much. How are you feeling?”
“Better than I thought,” she admitted, sliding her arms around his neck and resting her head on one. “Really full and kind of heavy. I don't like the way it burns. Not sure how you expect me to walk anywhere,” she added, shifting restlessly.
“The same way you always do, sugar, with a sway to your hips and that touch of sass that makes me want to bite you in several interesting places.” Thane got to his feet and stretched out his leg with a grimace. Crouching had been a really bad idea. Leaving her sitting on the coffee table—which he might have to steal from her office and have bronzed so he could put it in his own—he gathered her discarded clothing and brought it back to her. “Are you proud of yourself, Connie?”
“I…what? Proud? No.” She looked completely baffled by his question.
Dangling her panties off his finger, he smiled and said, “You should be, sugar. God knows I am. This is how you conquer a fear. There was no panic attack, no begging, no hysterics. You trusted me to take control, you followed my commands, and you're not sitting here feeling sorry for yourself.” He draped the scrap of material over her thigh. “Think that over for a while, Connie. I’m proud enough for the both of us.”
Connie slipped her panties over her feet, up her shapely legs and onto her thighs before standing shakily. Her knees wobbled before she firmed her stance. Her lips pursed on a low oooh of sound as the steel weight inside her settled heavily in her ass. “Maybe just a bit sorry for myself. I don't know whether to cry or hump the furniture.” She tugged the panties into position, then accepted her pants when he handed them to her. “I could do both, I guess.”
Thane dumped the rest of her clothes on the table, then stepped in close, crowding her. “Cry if you want to. Shout and scream. This is a brave thing you've done—I'd be shocked if you weren't shaken up by it.” He gripped her chin and narrowed his eyes at her in warning. “If you're going to hump anything, it won't be the furniture.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured. “We wouldn't want to waste that erection, would we?”
Fuck, he adored her. He hoped this was who she was a submissive—feisty, a touch of sass, plenty of willingness to please, and a sense of mischief. Compared to the hardass she was rumored to be as a Domme, it would be a daily challenge to juggle both sides of her. “Get dressed, minx, before I do something I regret.”
She wrestled herself into her pants. “You don't strike me as a man who regrets things, Thane. You think them through far too much to make a mistake.”
“Fucking you wouldn't be a mistake,” he told her with a dark smile. “Fucking you hard enough to make you scream and ruin your reputation among your colleagues would be. Now hurry up, we have somewhere to be, sugar.”
When she saluted him, he felt himself skid off the incline into love.
*
It was weird and slightly nerve-wracking to step out of her office with Thane behind her. Although she was fully dressed, almost immaculately so, and she'd taken the time to brush out the craziness of her hair, Connie couldn't rid herself of the feeling that everyone would know as soon as they saw her, what she'd been up to and what was shoved up her butt.
Shauna's eyes lit up the moment they landed on Thane, then she tried to be professional. “Are you finished for the day, Doctor Monroe?”
With her lover's hand on the small of her back, Connie managed to stop obsessing over the anal plug stretching her open and smile at the younger woman. “I am. Could you ask the cleaning crew to pay special attention to the carpet, couch, and coffee table? There was an accident with a bottle of juice, and it's gotten everywhere.” She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Absolutely.” Long nails clattered on a keyboard as Shauna emailed off the directive. “Is there anything else you need me to do for you before you go?”
“That's it, thanks. I'll see you on Thursday?”
“I'm scheduled for Thursday and Friday, but Abby's sick, so I might be here all week.” Shauna smiled, obviously pleased with her co-receptionist's demise. She was in college and needed the money, so what was a crap time for Abby was an extra few paydays for Shauna. “I hope you have a good evening, Doctor.”
“I will. You, too.” Pressure from Thane's hand steered her away as heat filled her face. She let him guide her to the elevator, her steps short and awkward. The damn toy couldn't fall out, she knew that, but her imagination was good enough to conjure how many ways it could escape her snug asshole, bypass both her panties and pants, and slide down her leg to fall on the floor. “Am I as red as I imagine?”
Thane turned her to face him as they waited for the elevator, scrutinizing her face intently. Leaning in close, he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head curiously. “Definitely flushed,” he murmured, nibbling on her bottom lip. “Maybe I should take your temperature, sugar. I've got a rectal thermometer in my—”
“No!” She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest, scowling.
“You're delicious when you blush. Makes me want to lick every inch of you and see how radiant your skin becomes.” He ushered her into the elevator when the doors pinged open. They slid shut as he pressed the button for the ground floor. “So, you've locked Evan into a box you're not going to open again. Admirable but risky. Do you think you've neutralized those memories enough for them to stay down?”
Connie blinked. Where the hell had that train of thought come from? The use of Evan's name slammed into her, making her cringe. That should have been an indication she hadn't resolved that issue as well as she should. The lie was on the tip of her tongue, ready to divert his attention, but she was baffled to discover she couldn't lie to him. She just couldn't, not even to spare herself the discomfort of talking about Evan the asshole. “No. They'll stay in the box for as long as it holds. When it breaks open again…maybe I'll be in a better place to handle them, once and for all.”
“Okay. Thank you for not lying to me, Con.”
“You knew?”
“That you were considering it? Yeah. I know your face now, sugar. I've learned how to read you, and you've got tells. Small ones,” he acknowledged, “but tells all the same. I'm glad you feel comfortable telling me the truth.”
She watched the buttons light up as they descended each floor, bracing for the bump of the elevator stopping. When the doors opened, she took his hand so they walked out together. “You grow on a woman, Thane. It's kinda hard to lie to someone when it feels like they're as much a part of you as one of your limbs.”
“That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. Thank you.” He was so sincere, his eyes alive with pleasure.
Her heart hurt. She'd forgotten what it was like to make her Dominant happy without trying, how warm and light his approval made her feel. It was like stepping into a hot tub and sinking up to her neck in the heat, letting the water soothe all the nasty irritated edges.
They were in this together now, she realized. All the time they were spending in each other's company was quickly solidifying into a strong, attainable bond she didn't want to lose. Relying on him was wrong—Thane didn't deserve to bear all her weight when she stumbled—but being with him was absolutely astounding.
As they walked out onto the sidewalk, Connie tipped her head back to gaze up at the sunny sky. Basking in the warmth of the sun, with her hand clasped in Thane's. If she could block the fullness in her rear from her thoughts, it would be pretty damn perfect. “Where are we going with this, Thane? I mean, what do you wa
nt from it?”
He hummed thoughtfully, tugging her hand so she followed him down the sidewalk. “Do you want the safe answer, or the oh fuck, maybe I shouldn't have asked that honest answer? Because I can give you either.”
A car drove past, windows down and music blaring. There were people scurrying around like ants, going about their day, and Connie frowned as she realized she wanted honesty. They were cruising into their third week together and, somehow, it seemed like a lifetime had passed already. The time for half-truths and placations was over. They were adults, they knew the value of communication and the truth. “What would the safe answer be?”
He chuckled. “Safety first, huh? Okay. That would be, I like where we are now. I'm not really looking at the future because I don't know what it will bring. I just want to enjoy the time I have with you and see where we go from here.”
Her lip curled. Yeah, that was as safe as it got. There was no commitment, no certainties. Just a blanket response that didn't satisfy what lurked beneath her skin. The need for more. The desire to be with him. “Uh-huh. Yeah, that doesn't make me want to jump for joy, Thane.”
“Me either,” he said jovially, grinning at her.
Connie dodged behind him as a teenager on a skateboard whizzed past, almost colliding with her. Cursing, she clamped her ass cheeks together, imagining the butt plug firing from her butt and knocking the boy off his skateboard. The sudden movement teased her sensitive inner tissues, making her moan. “Give me the honest answer.”
“The oh fuck, maybe I shouldn't have asked that answer? Are you absolutely sure you want to go there, sugar?”
She hesitated, then nodded firmly. Might as well figure out where she stood with him before her heart did the stupid thing and fell headlong in love with the jackass. If she was just a challenge, a project dumped in his lap, she'd rather know now so she had a fighting chance of pulling herself back from the ledge.
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