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Ellen got to her feet and carefully removed the egg. After placing it alongside the wand in the bin, she retrieved the anal plug and the tube of lubricant. She did not love anal plugs, but she had learned to tolerate them. The key was to relax.
Master Damon was adjusting the chains that held the wrist cuffs as she approached him. He took the lube and plug from her.
“Bend over and grab your ankles, just like you did during the auction.”
Ellen assumed the position, reminding herself to breathe, relax, accept.
She flinched involuntarily when the gooey tip of the plug pressed against her sphincter. She repeated the three-word mantra as it was eased into her anal passage. There was the momentary discomfort as the plug was fully seated and then just the fullness of its presence inside her.
“Good girl,” Master Damon said, giving her ass a pat. “Stand up and lift your arms so I can cuff you.”
Once the Velcro cuffs had closed around her wrists, he adjusted the chains until her arms were fully extended, wrists touching. Despite the fact she’d just come—twice—her body fizzed with excitement, the bondage adding to her arousal.
Master Damon moved behind her. She felt his firm chest and muscular thighs against her bare body and then an arm came around her throat. She couldn’t help it—she groaned with primal, submissive lust as he held her tight against him. Then his other hand found her cunt, still slick from the lubricant.
He slid a hard finger inside her, crooking it just so and instantly finding her G spot. The pleasure was enhanced by the fullness of the plug embedded inside her. She moaned, clit instantly hard and throbbing. As he ground his palm against her, he kept his finger inside her and his arm around her throat, pinning her against him.
“You will not come until I say so,” he growled in a low, throaty voice.
All of it—the bondage, the chokehold, his perfect fingers, the closeness of his warm hard body against hers—had her trembling with raw, desperate lust. Her sex, already over-stimulated, pulsed with the need for release.
“Please,” she begged, the word out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice hard, his fingers relentless.
Oh, god. Oh, fuck. She was going to come. She couldn’t help it.
Please, let me.
She was trembling now, sweat breaking on her brow and under her arms. Still he finger-fucked and teased her, his arm tight on her throat.
Hold on. Hold on. Think of something else. Anything else.
But her mind was a blank, all her focus on the almost painful pleasure coursing through her. Then it was happening and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Do it,” he said, his words barely audible over the rasp of her pant.
Letting go with a cry of relief, she tumbled into an orgasm so powerful it consumed her, lifting her high, high, higher until she left the earth and flew…
When she opened her eyes, Master Damon was standing in front of her, his hands on her shoulders. Her arms, she was surprised to realize, were at her sides.
“You went to la-la land again,” he said with a broad grin. The warmth of his expression made her feel almost… cherished.
Stay in the moment, she reminded herself. No expectations mean no disappointment.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, managing a genuine answering smile. “I think I did.”
Letting go of her shoulder, he took a step back. “Turn around and bend over. I’ll remove the plug.”
Ugh. She’d almost forgotten it was there.
Biting back a sigh, she turned around and grabbed her ankles once more. He eased the plug from her body. As she stood and turned toward him, he held out the offending object between thumb and forefinger by its flared base.
She only just managed not to wrinkle her nose with distaste, though, thank god, it appeared to be clean. She would have died of embarrassment otherwise.
As she accepted the plug, he said, “I’m going to get myself another cup of coffee and check my email. You’re going to clean up the toys we used and do whatever else you need to do—toilet, check your phone, whatever—and meet me back here in… Let’s say thirty minutes.”
Ellen’s mind instantly filled with all sorts of possibilities. There were so many wonderful restraint devices and toys in the playroom. Given her training at The Enclave, she was sure she could handle whatever he had in mind for her.
