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His heart fluttered and at last, his cock stirred.
“Will you punish me, sir? For doubting you.” She twirled one of her fingers along the line of his tattoo.
“Tomorrow. I will consider a suitable form of discipline. One that will remind you that you are my hanjin. For now, I only wish to fuck you until you fall asleep. Go undress and approach me again. This time naked and pleased to see me. Just as I am pleased to see you.”
She nodded, her tired eyes gaining some vibrancy. A swift fuck—a quickie, she called it and nothing arduous. He would take pleasure in seeing her climb to a climax and tumble into a state of bliss. For now his priority was reassuring her. When she was rested, he would revisit her concerns and poor choice of words and punish her bottom. It was time she opened up to him. Tomorrow she would learn that she was more than capable of meeting his needs.
* * *
He called her into his sleeping area before she’d had a chance to dress and consequently all she had to hide behind was the wrap of a towel. She examined her toes and tried not to look at him.
“Before we go down, I want to realign your thoughts and attitude.” He’d dressed. He wore one of his darkest suits. The toecaps of his ebony boots shone. Two mirrors that reflected the morning light flooding the apartment.
She had expected this. After sleeping in the folds of his arms, she woken to find him already in the shower, dousing himself with cold water and keen to start a new day. Remembering what she’d said to him the previous evening, the harsh words she used to accuse him of unfaithful deeds, she felt mortified by her lax behavior. This was exactly the kind of thing she struggled to contain with the doms at the Bow and Tie. Brash words spoken in haste.
“Take off that towel,” he ordered. “Place it on the bed and bend over.”
She expected a spanking. She’d cope. She always did when it came to that kind of humiliation.
Draping the towel over the bed, she knelt and bent her waist over the foot of the firm mattress. She stuffed her face in the fluffy towel and waited for the inevitable whack of his firm hand on her tense bottom.
It didn’t arrive.
He left her there, on tenterhooks with her toes curled into the balls and her fingers scrunched around the edges of the towel, while he disappeared into the bathroom. She lifted her head and huffed. This was so typical of the games played at the club—keep the sub waiting, build the anticipation, deliver the scene as slowly and intricately as possible. Well, she was good at that game. She propped her chin on her folded arms and aimed her pout at the mirror opposite.
She smiled softly to herself. The reflection, which she’d only paid scant attention to when they had sex because generally she was either fixated on Jamen or had her eyes closed in a serene state, showed a red-faced girl with her bum in the air. What a sight! How irresistible to someone like Jamen. For a few seconds, she put aside modesty and complimented herself on her achievements. On a distant planet, the supposed enemy of Earth, infatuated with an alien and waiting for a hot spanking. This had to be the most surreal dream she was living out, ever.
When he returned, she quickly ducked her head down and resumed the position of nervous supplicant. However, she’d lost the edge. Her nerves were under control. Bring it on!
“Reach behind and part your ass cheeks,” he said from somewhere behind her. “Now!”
She jerked her head up and looked at the mirror. A fresh flood of adrenaline stirred up butterflies in her belly. He was right next to her holding two things: a tube of something and a round stone with a tapered end.
“Oh. My. God,” she muttered under her breath. He was going to plug her with that? It wasn’t huge—it nestled in the palm of his large hand. But, what would it feel like in her bottom?
“Paige,” he growled.
The nerves were back in abundance. She reached behind and parted her cheeks. At the same time, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Something icy trickled along the furrow from her tailbone to her perineum. It coated her with a slick substance. She shivered and her knees knocked together. His toecaps nudged her feet apart, forcing her to splay her legs wider.
“Now,” he said congenially. “This is going in your bottom, whether you like it or not. It will stay there while you work and it will help remind you that you are my hanjin. Nobody else fulfils that role and you will cease harboring any negative thoughts.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, bracing herself for the harsh intrusion. She’d rather have the spanking any day than this form of punishment. It wasn’t about pain—she could handle quite a bit of discomfort—it was that he’d chosen this knowing she preferred the other form.
“Relax, Paige. You’ve a lovely ass and I don’t want to harm you. This is going to go in nice and slow. You will count as it enters you. In Vendian. Focus on the numbers and breathing.”
He’d done this numerous times before. It was obvious as he poked her little bum hole with the bulb of the plug.
“Ooh,” she whimpered as the coolness breached her tight ring. “One,” she squawked.
He paused, then twisted the plug a notch before pushing again. “When you wear this, which you will do every day until I’m satisfied, you will think about that first fuck I’m going to give this fresh ass. How much I will enjoy it.”
“Yes, sir… two… three.” She inhaled and wriggled her bottom as he stretched her wider.
He issued a warning with a quick slap of his spare hand on an ass cheek. “Still, little hanjin. You’re doing really well.”
The lubricant slithered around the stone, easing it deeper. “I think,” he mused softly, “you will enjoy it too. Once we’re over this hurdle.”
