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“I didn’t think to bring any salve,” Master Damon commented from behind her. “You may have a little bruising.” He opened the door on his side. “You can drop the coat and get in up front.”
Once they were both seated and buckled, Master Damon turned on the headlights. He drove a few blocks and turned into the lot of a large supermarket. “Let’s go in and grab a few things.”
“Us?” Ellen blurted before she could stop herself.
Master Damon turned to her with a lift of one brow. “Is there a problem, sub girl?”
She now regretted her earlier bravado back in the cabin. The idea of going into the store with nothing but a coat made her plenty nervous. At the same time, she couldn’t deny the thrill of being potentially exposed, quite literally. Master Damon would keep her safe. Master Anthony’s confidence in him was good enough for her.
“No, Sir,” she said quickly. “Not at all.”
“Good.”
He came around the car as she was opening the passenger door. “You may button the coat,” he said. Ellen gratefully complied.
They walked side-by-side through the lot and into the market. Once inside, Master Damon grabbed a cart and guided it toward her. “You push.”
Though Ellen remained keenly aware of her nudity beneath her coat, no one gave them a second glance. Though Master Mason had prepared easily half a dozen frozen casseroles for them, as they moved through the aisles, Damon filled the cart with fresh produce, a package of bacon, some steaks and various snack foods like ice cream, chips, salsa and popping corn, along with a box of Belgium frozen waffles. He consulted her along the way, which she appreciated.
At the bakery, he selected a cherry pie and half a chocolate cake. Ellen wondered how he thought they were going to eat all that food on top of what The Enclave staff had already provided, but she didn’t question him.
Finally, he headed down the aisle that contained personal care products. To her surprise, he selected a small tube of KY lubricant, though they had more than enough back at the cabin.
Instead of checking out, he walked to the back of the store, stopping in front of the public bathrooms. There were three doors—one marked Men, one marked Women and one marked Family. Parking the cart nearby, he opened the Family door, revealing a small room with a single toilet, a sink with a mirror above it and a wall-mounted baby changing station.
“Grab the KY and come inside,” he said in a casual tone as he entered the small bathroom. Ellen’s heart raced at the implication of his words. Once they were both inside, he held out his hand and Ellen gave him the tube.
As he locked the door, he said, “Take off your coat.”
Ellen unbuttoned her coat with trembling fingers while Master Damon opened the hinged plastic table of the changing station. “Put your coat there and then face the mirror.”
Naked save for her socks and sneakers, Ellen moved to stand in front of the sink. She could see Master Damon in the mirror’s reflection as he removed his jacket and set it atop her coat. Then he pulled away the clear wrapper that covered the tube and popped the cap. Setting it on the sink, he unbuckled his jeans.
Moving to stand directly behind her, he met her gaze in the mirror. “Grab hold of the sides of the sink for balance. I’m going to fuck you in the ass, slave girl. You’re going to stay very, very quiet.”
Ellen drew in a sharp breath, her eyes going wide as adrenaline spurted through her. Master Damon couldn’t know it but he’d just tapped into one of her long-held fantasies. Being fucked in a bathroom stall or a dressing room had been one of Ellen’s favorite masturbatory fantasies as a teenager. She’d loved the illicit thrill of the idea. Back then, she’d been fixated on abduction fantasies. That had been before she’d learned how powerful consensual submission could be.
Unfortunately, the method of penetration put something of a damper on her excitement. While she could tolerate anal sex, it wasn’t her favorite. Even so, she couldn’t deny the raw, dark thrill of anticipation as Master Damon squirted some lube on his fingers.
“Spread your legs and stick out your ass,” he directed.
As she obeyed, he ran a gooey finger along the crack of her ass.
“I do love to fuck a well-spanked ass,” he murmured as he slid the finger inside her nether passage. In spite of her training, Ellen couldn’t stop the blush that splashed over her chest and throat and flamed into her cheeks.
He fingered her for several long moments until her anal muscles relaxed. As he tugged his jeans down to his thighs, he again met her eyes in the mirror. “Remember, don’t make a sound.”
Shifting behind her, he placed his hands on her hips as he maneuvered her into position. When his cock head pressed against her entrance, she closed her eyes.
Breathe. Relax. Accept.
She couldn’t quite stifle the small yip of pain at the initial penetration. He stilled for a moment, allowing her a chance to adjust. The pain faded as he eased his way inside her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed. Still holding her by the hips, he pulled her slowly back until she was completely impaled on his hard shaft.
Her discomfort segued into something almost pleasurable as he moved carefully in and out of her. She opened her eyes and focused on the man behind her. He was watching her, his eyelids hooded, his lips softly parted. There was fire in his eyes. Power radiated around him like a forcefield, enclosing her fully in its embrace.
She gasped as he dug his fingers into her hips, yanking her back as he thrust forward. She held onto the sides of the sink as his tempo increased. Her fantasy abductor was here in the flesh, taking her in this most intimate of ways. She was insanely aroused and had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning aloud. Her cunt needed to be filled. Her clit ached to be stroked.
