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He couldn’t help it; he snorted at her response. How was it he’d never been able to laugh while playing before? And what was it about Lynne that made it possible? Was he stricter with other subs, or was it just her nature and it hadn’t been that way for the other women he’d played with? He wasn’t sure, but he liked being able to actually play during play.
“The other parts?” he asked. “What other parts would that be? I believe I need specifics.”
“Your cock, Sir.”
He was surprised she’d said it. Even though she hadn’t had a problem being vocal earlier in the day, now they were in public. While it was doubtful anyone was listening to their conversation, the possibility always existed that someone could.
He flashed her a grin and, before she could guess his intention, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down on top of him. She yelped in surprise and he bit her earlobe.
“This cock?” He thrust his hips up, making sure he came into contact with her clit.
“Oh, shit. Yes, Sir.” She ground her hips against his covered erection. “That’s the one I was talking about.”
“It damn well better be. Because you sure as hell aren’t getting anyone else’s.”
She nodded, still trying to find her own pleasure in humping him.
“Stop,” he commanded, holding her hips still.
She whined, but froze in place, breathing heavily.
“I think I’ve people-watched enough for one night,” he said, and she nodded in agreement. “I want you to get off my lap and walk in front of me. We’re not taking the elevator; we’re taking the stairs so I can enjoy watching that ass of yours.”
She lowered her eyes and softly spoke two words. “Yes, Sir.”
Speaking of her ass, his plans for what they were going to do when they reached the room changed as she walked up the stairs. Oh no, he wasn’t finished with that ass just yet.
They made it back to the room and she stood in the middle of the living room floor, waiting.
“Is that how you wait for your Dom?” he asked, crossing his arms.
She let out a squeal and dropped to her knees.
“Very good,” he said. “But you’re overdressed.”
Cursing, she stood up long enough to rip her clothes off and then knelt again, breathing heavily from exertion as well as from anticipation if he had to guess.
“Better,” he said. “Next time, let’s try to get it right the first time. And next time, I want you in red lipstick; nothing turns me on more than a sub with red lipstick sucking my cock.”
She nodded.
“Now.” He stepped closer to her, invaded her space, wanting to ensure she thought of nothing other than him and the words he was saying. “You’ve been teasing me with that ass of yours all night. Not to mention how much I got to see it when I spanked you.”
“Oh no,” she muttered, probably guessing where he was going.
“Oh, yes. You don’t have anal sex marked as a hard limit. Tell me, have you had anal sex before?”
“No, Sir.”
He grew harder at the thought of being the first to claim her there. “Have you ever used a plug?”
“Once or twice,” she admitted, though she didn’t sound like she was happy to be doing so. “I didn’t enjoy it, Sir.”
He tilted his head. “Did you use one on yourself, or did someone use one on you?”
“I used it on myself, Sir.”
“I see.” And he did. “However, I really enjoy anal sex and I want it, so that’s what we’re going to do. I’ll go slow and I’ll be as gentle as I can, but unless you safeword, my cock’s going up your ass. Tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.” Though she would probably deny it, he could tell by the way she answered, in that breathy voice, that she was more than a little turned on by the thought of what he was going to do.
“Move forward,” he said. “Face on the floor, ass in the air.”
She muttered something under her breath but moved into position.
“Nice,” he said. “Now you’re going to stay like that and think about what your ass is getting ready to take while I prepare.”
Leaving her in the living room, he went into the bedroom to collect what he needed. She hadn’t moved when he returned, though she jerked when he dropped to her side and stroked her backside.
“So jumpy,” he mused.
“Sorry, Sir,” she quipped. “I’m a bit anxious about that monster cock fitting inside me that way.”
“I can handle anxiety.” He kept stroking her. “Nerves and feeling a bit scared are okay as well.”
“And I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.”
He massaged both her butt cheeks. “I suppose it will hurt a little to begin with, and there’s not much I can do about that. But if you trust me and do what I say, it’ll go easier on you. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try, Sir.”
“That’s all I need.” He gave her ass a sharp slap. “Now reach back and spread your cheeks so I can prepare them.”
“Sir!”
“Is there a problem?”
“That sounds horribly embarrassing, Sir.”
“And?”
“And I don’t want to.”
He rained three hard and fast slaps on her ass. “Did I ask you what you wanted?”
“No, Sir.”
He gave her three more. “Do you think I care that you’re embarrassed?”
She whimpered, but he didn’t miss the wetness starting to appear between her legs. “No, Sir.”
“Exactly.” He rubbed the skin he’d spanked, making sure she felt it. “What I care about is you following directions. Now reach back and hold yourself open.”
This time there was no hesitation.
“Very nice.” He reached between her legs and teased her clit, pleased at the ass wiggle she gave him in response. “If you recall what I told you earlier, there is nothing that happens between us to be embarrassed about. When we’re together like this, there is no part of you that is to be hidden from me. Nothing about your body. Nothing about your mind. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Easy to agree to, but much harder to put into practice. Now ask me to prepare your ass for a fucking.”
She took a deep breath, and he thought for a minute she’d balk, but she surprised him by saying, “Please, Sir, prepare my ass for fucking.”
“With pleasure.” He lubed two fingers and pressed one at her back opening, immediately noticing how she tensed up. “You have to relax, Lynne, or this won’t work.”
She didn’t want to relax, so he slipped two fingers of his other hand into her pussy and began a slow pump in and out. The squeak she couldn’t hold back encouraged him. She was tight and unsure, but he knew with enough patience he could have her exactly where he wanted her.
Little by little, he worked to get her to focus on the two fingers teasing her G-spot. She rose onto her toes at his continuous movement, but it wasn’t until she started pushing back toward him that he knew she was almost there.
“There we go,” he murmured low. “That’s how you do it.”
He slowly started moving his other finger back into her, but this time she didn’t tense up.
“Good girl,” he said. “Take my finger.”
