What did he want?
Her brain scrambled.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
He wanted her to say the words?
He sighed. “Darlin’ you really aren’t here with me right now, are you? Do you need another few smacks to prod your memory?”
“No!”
He waited patiently. Sloan wasn’t a very patient man usually. And she knew it wouldn’t last long. Then she’d be feeling more slaps from that paddle-like hand on her ass.
Knowing she’d have to say it all, she took a deep breath determined to get it over and done with. “Thank you for using a butt plug and spanking me.”
“A big ol’ butt plug.”
“A big ol’ butt plug.” As if she needed reminding.
He ran his finger down her slickened folds then pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. She was grateful his body hid hers from view, although she knew she wouldn’t have that comfort soon.
He knelt then pulled her cheeks apart further before coating her asshole with lube. Then he pushed the tip of one finger inside her, resting it there for a moment, just letting her feel the slight invasion before pushing it further inside.
Her body tightened, her nipples hardening even further. There was something about having her butt played with that completely turned her on. Didn’t matter if he was massaging her cheeks or putting a finger inside her, it was guaranteed to turn the heat up.
He added a second finger, pushing deeply. Then he spread them apart, stretching her. She moaned at the slight sting of pain. He stood and placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing gently as he thrust those two fingers in and out of her ass.
Holy hell.
Her passage throbbed, her need to come so great she really didn’t know how she could hold back. She needed more. Craved it. Just as she decided an enema couldn’t be all that bad, and that surely it couldn’t be good for her body to hold back an orgasm like the epic one she had coming, he drew back.
She closed her eyes, desperately biting back her scream of disappointment. Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs, her brain spinning. And then she felt it.
Something cool and foreign pressing against her back hole.
“Uh-uh, don’t tense up,” Sloan told her, rubbing his free hand up and down her thigh.
How did he expect her not to tense up?
“Or I can change this out for a ginger plug. Each time you clench down, you’ll find a whole new level of torture as the ginger releases its juices into your ass. Been told it packs quite a sting. Especially if you’re getting a spanking while it’s in there.”
He wouldn’t.
She opened her eyes to look up at him.
Oh, he totally would.
She took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly in an effort to relax as much as possible as he pushed the plug deep. It stung at first, the muscle unused to something so big invading her. Sloan had never taken her there before and he was decidedly bigger than the butt plug.
She wondered how his cock would feel pressing inside her. Firm. Thick. Hot.
She shivered.
“Do I want to know what you were just thinking about?” Sloan murmured.
She met his dark gaze with her own, and another shiver raced through her at the passion in his gaze. His hair fell into his eyes, and he shook his head to dislodge it.
He took her breath away.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” she told him.
A surprised grin lit his face and he chuckled. “Only you would call me gorgeous while you’re getting your butt plugged.”
She gave him an embarrassed smile. “Not the right time?”
“I wouldn’t say that.” The plug was seated deeply inside her, and she had to take a few moments to adjust to feeling stretched to the limit. It wasn’t painful, but she wouldn’t say it was comfortable either.
“Now for the fun part,” he drawled.
Oh, she didn’t like the sound of that.
Damn, he could stand there and look at her all day.
Her pale skin almost seemed to glow under the lights, highlighting those delicious curves. Full breasts tipped with red nipples, her legs spread, putting her glistening pussy and plugged ass on display, she took his breath away.
He loved the way she held nothing back. He could see her every emotion on her face, could immediately tell what she was thinking or feeling. It made his job as her Dom easier and it made him more relaxed. More trusting when he hadn’t been certain he’d ever trust again.
His hands almost trembled with a burning need to pull down his pants and take her. But this wasn’t about his pleasure. Well, not just about his pleasure. He intended that one of them would orgasm tonight, and it wouldn’t be her.
This was also about showing her who was in control. And that he didn’t tolerate any disobedience when it came to health and safety. He didn’t give a shit that she could be a brat. That she wasn’t the most obedient of subs. But when it came to her health and most definitely her safety, he was going to ensure his rules were followed.
He picked up the nipple clamps. He’d been introducing her to them slowly. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and he had to be careful not to tighten them too far and turn the pleasure-pain of their embrace into simply pain.
Her eyes followed him, full of worry and need and pleasure. Her face was flushed, a light sheen of sweat had broken out across her skin. He knew she needed to come. She was practically shaking with her desire. But she’d held herself back. He was proud of her.
Leaning in, he circled her nipple with his tongue then sucked the tight nub into his mouth, pulling at it gently before letting it go. It was slightly elongated now. Perfect.
He placed the clamp around her nipple then tightened it.
She took in a short, sharp breath then let it out slowly as he gave her other nipple the same treatment. When both nipples were firmly clamped, he took a step back to assess her. Her breath was fast, but there was no hint of real pain on her face or in her eyes. He checked her wrists then her ankles, making sure she wasn’t pulling at them and hurting herself. Then he cupped her face between his hands, kissing her lips lightly. They were soft, full, and warm beneath his mouth.
“Where are you?” he asked in a low voice.
“Green, Sir,” she murmured.
“Good. That’s very good. Now, do you know why you’re getting punished?” There hadn’t been much punishment so far.
“Because I worried you.”
That was pretty much it in a nut shell.
“And you worried me because I thought something had happened to you. You’re supposed to keep your cell phone on you. If you’re ever going to be late, you’re supposed to text me and let me know. And that goes both ways. Don’t I always do the same for you?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.” He brushed her hair back off her face. Then he kissed her mouth. “But you need a reminder. And I’m going to give it to you.”
“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.”
He smiled. “Darlin’, I haven’t even started.”
5
Sloan uncuffed her ankles from the stirrups and secured them to either end of a spreader bar. “Don’t let that plug slip out or I’ll find some ginger to replace it,” he warned.
Holy hell. She’d heard about figging from the other subs, and it wasn’t something she was eager to try. He raised her legs into the air and attached them to a chain that dropped down from the ceiling. Her legs were slightly pulled back so her ass wasn’t resting on the spanking bench. Everyone was getting a good view of that big ol’ plug in her butt.
He rubbed a hand over her bottom then started slowly spanking her. Light to begin with, the smacks soon grew harder, faster. Her ass burned. The pain almost too much, too harsh.
Then he drew back and rubbed her ass, something she usually loved, but it just served to increase the heat. He drew the plug out slightly then pushed it back in. In and out. Reaching u
p, he grabbed the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps and tugged lightly.
She arched her back, slightly shocked as pleasure flooded her. She didn’t think she could feel need so soon after experiencing a spanking like that. But her breath sped up, her heart racing, and she groaned.
Then he slowly withdrew the plug from her ass, and she actually felt a sense of loss as her back passage clenched down. He placed it down then grabbed something else off the table.
The paddle.
She watched him with trepidation, the pleasure she’d felt dissipated in a rush.
He smacked it lightly against his hand as thought testing it. Yeah, that wasn’t really inspiring her to feel better about the fact that that thing was about to come into contact with her already smarting ass.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She raised her gaze to his.
“Ten of these. You’re going to count them out and ask me for the next, understand?”
Ask him? He’d never required that of her before. Seemed like this was a night of many firsts for her.
“Kinley? You still with me?” There was a tightness to his voice, and she studied him, noting the hint of concern.
“I am, Sir. Green, Sir.”
She deserved this punishment. And much more. She hated that she’d worried him, and if this went some way towards making up for that, she could take whatever he dished out.
“Easy, darlin’, you’re not going to your execution.” He ran his hand over her tight stomach. She sucked it in, ever so slightly. It was a reflex now, a habit. His eyes narrowed, and he ran his fingertips lightly over her tummy.
“One day I’m going to touch you here, and you won’t flinch.”
She hadn’t been flinching, not exactly. Her insecurities over her size weren’t going to disappear overnight, but he couldn’t say she hadn’t come a long way over these last few months. She was lying naked and tied up in a room full of people. She glanced over, surprised to see they still had a crowd watching, and it had grown. She hadn’t heard them since Sloan had begun. Either they were extraordinarily quiet, or he’d just drowned out everything else. Probably the latter.
“Kinley, ten, remember?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She knew it was the opposite of what she should do, but she couldn’t help but tense as he moved around to her butt and pulled the paddle back then swung.
Ouch! Shit!
The harsh sting stole her breath. As she managed to gather air into her lungs again, she realized he’d stopped . . . what was he waiting for, an invitation?
Nope, he’s waiting for you to count.
Aw, crap.
“One, Sir. Can I have another, please?”
“Good girl. I know this is hard; you’re doing so well.”
The words were like a balm to her soul. Not that the pain dissipated, but they gave her the courage to know she could continue. She tried to relax as the next one hit.
It didn’t help much.
By the time number five landed, she was sobbing quietly. She could barely get out the words.
“Five, Sir.” She sniffled miserably.
“Such a good baby,” he said softly, and she glanced up to see him watching her with some emotion she couldn’t pinpoint.
“The next ones are going to be short and fast,” he told her. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “No need to count.”
Thank God for that.
They landed abruptly, almost too quickly for her to catch her breath. The pain was almost overwhelming, and it took her a while to realize he’d finished. The heat seemed to be growing despite the fact that he’d placed the paddle down and moved away.
Then he was there, murmuring in her ear, crooning to her gently as he wiped her cheeks with a tissue then held it to her nose.
“Blow.”
She stared at him incredulously. No way.
He raised one light-brown eyebrow, giving her an imperiously arrogant look that told her he expected to be obeyed.
Arrogant Dom.
Pushing her embarrassment to one side, she blew. He wiped her nose without a hint of disgust. It still surprised her, even after months of being his sub, that he was willing to give her whatever care she needed, no matter how gross.
“You did so well, baby, I’m proud of you.”
Warmth filled her and not because of her flaming butt. This is why she submitted. She liked giving up control. She liked not having to make the decisions and call all the shots. And she really liked the way he took care of her afterwards. The way he looked at her with admiration and pleasure.
She enjoyed pleasing him. To see that look of satisfaction on his face. To know she was his to do with as he pleased.
He kissed her gently, moving his mouth over hers, pressing his tongue between her lips. It didn’t take much coaxing for her to open up. The kiss turned hotter, more passionate, and her clit throbbed, her pussy already wet and needy clenched down, wanting him inside her.
He tugged at the chain linking the nipple clamps, and she groaned as shots of intense bliss engulfed her. Moving back, he stared down at her for a moment.
“I need you, Kinley. You’re going to take me deep inside you. I want you around me, your warmth welcoming me in, engulfing me.”
Yes. Yes, she wanted that too.
He undid her legs, massaging them lightly as they protested. They hadn’t been held up too long, but she felt a little stiff all the same. When he returned them to the stirrups, he didn’t secure them again. Next, he undid her wrists, massaging them.
“Keep your arms at your sides,” he warned. “I don’t think your ass wants to feel my hand right now, does it?”
She shook her head. “Nope, no way.”
He moved between her open legs. Then leaning down, he took her clit into his mouth, sucking lightly. She let out a deep cry. Oh, God, so good. So good.
It wasn’t going to take much at all. She was right there. So close.
He drew back.
“Noooo,” she groaned in protest. “Please, please.”
“I do enjoy hearing you beg. But there’s no coming for you tonight, remember?”
Shoot, she’d forgotten. He couldn’t be serious.
She gave him puppy dog eyes. He couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes. She knew he couldn’t. He shook his head with a low chuckle.
“You are such a brat.”
“Please, Sir? Please let me come. I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”
He rolled his eyes. “No, you won’t.”
No, she wouldn’t. But she’d promise anything right now just to be allowed to come.
“But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
He didn’t want her to lose weight. Didn’t get embarrassed if she laughed a little too loudly or said something stupid. Didn’t worry that she worked as a receptionist in a plumbing firm or that she had cellulite on her thighs. He liked her just as she was. And that was something precious.
“And, luckily for you, I’m feeling particularly generous right now.” He circled her clit, lightly, teasingly, and she couldn’t help but arch up, searching for more. “But you’re going to wait until you’re given permission.”
Oh, well, it was better than not getting to come at all.
“Thank you, Sir. You’re the best.”
He shook his head. “I cannot believe the way you have me wrapped around your little finger. I shouldn’t give in to you, it sets a bad precedent. But hear me well, Kinley.”
She looked at him, surprised by the very serious note in his voice. “Disobey the rules again and you certainly won’t be coming. And not just during one night of play either. Understand me?”
“I understand, Sir.” And she did.
He pulled down his pants, not bothering to take them all the way off. His deliciously long cock caught her attention before he fisted it, rubbing his hand back and forth over the shaft. He grabbed a condom from the table and slid it on. She licked her lips. She’
d never liked giving blow jobs until Sloan. He was different. His taste a little sweet, a little salty, and all Sloan.
Then he pressed against her entrance, the head of him pushing inside her. All other thoughts faded. Her muscles clenched and released, welcoming his presence. His cock filled her. He paused for a moment, breathing heavily. Then he drew back and thrust back in. She let out a cry of delight. It was almost too much. He rocked back and forth. Moving faster and faster. She needed more though.
Her head thrashed from side to side, her heart racing, pounding inside her. He touched her clit, rubbing it slowly. No. No, she needed harder. Faster. She wanted to come. But he kept his movements gentle as he continued to pound his way inside her.
She closed her eyes. Lightning flashed behind her eyelids. Her body grew more tense, a coiled spring ready to be released. She couldn’t take it. It was too much.
“Come now, Kinley. Come for me.”
Thank God.
He pressed down harder, flicking her nub firmly.
She screamed as she came with a crash, barely feeling him pound inside her then fall over the edge with her, a deep shout announcing his release.
She heard a chuckle and snuggled deeper into Sloan’s large, warm chest, hiding her face. Soon after their shared orgasm, Sloan had cleaned them both up, packed up his stuff then, wrapping her in a blanket, and carried her out into the lounging area. A few people occupied the room now, unlike earlier in the night. He’d settled on a plush couch with her on his lap then given her a drink of water and made her eat a small protein bar, which she’d had to force herself not to gobble down. She wondered if his legs were getting tired. But he’d move her if he had to, wouldn’t he?
And, right now, she really didn’t want to move. She was still slightly buzzed from their play and her shattering orgasm. She just wanted to sit there, with her butt hanging off the end of his lap, his arms surrounding her, his warmth making her feel drowsy and content. She didn’t have to worry about anything right now because Sloan was with her, and when he was there she was always safe.
Jeez, I sound like some corny movie.
She kept her face turned into his chest, not ready to face the outside world.
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