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Inch by inch, the pear-shaped intrusion filled her tight passage. She counted to ten, then twenty, and at that point, he stopped. “There,” he said, patting her bottom. “How does it feel?”
“Heavy.” It felt as if he’d inserted a paperweight. But, it wasn’t painful. In fact, as he helped her to her feet, it rubbed against her insides in a crazy way. “Ooh,” she said, her eyes widening.
Jamen grinned. “Walk about.”
“It’ll fall out!” she squealed, crushing her thighs together. Her damp thighs. My God, she’d gotten aroused by his punishment.
“It can’t without a little assistance. Neither will it go any deeper. The ball at the end is holding it in place. Go look in the mirror.”
She shuffled over, embarrassed at the idea of inspecting her rear. She twisted and peered over her shoulder. The stone had turned a shade of purple.
“It responds to you. Changes color. The more aroused you are, the more the color will redden. If you are frigid in your thoughts, it turns blue.”
Her mouth formed a round ‘o.’
“I’ll be checking on it from time to time.”
She touched it—no longer cold, it had warmed. She practiced walking and he was right, it stayed put.
“Come here,” he said, pointing at the spot in front of his boots. “And kneel.”
She obeyed, because somehow the butt plug had wired her brain to do so. Gone were all the feelings of doubt and regret at her impulsive words. Jamen, towering over her, had softened his features and lost the disciplined lines on his forehead. He seemed at peace, too. Slowly, he undid his pants.
“You wanted cock in the morning. Then you will have it, little hanjin.”
Upright, oiled after his morning bathing, the smooth foreskin glistened. She licked her lips, moistening them ready to receive his offering. He slid the length of his cock into her open mouth. She had to work hard to bring him to a quick finale. He helped by fisting locks of her hair in his hands and holding her steady. He thrust while she sucked. The perfect erotic due
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“Paige,” he groaned as the liquid heat splashed onto her outstretched tongue. Her response was to tingle from her pebbled nipples down to her excited pussy as fast as a zip wire in full flight. So close, so needy. She gazed up at him, past the fine details of his tunic and strong jawline, until she met his semi-focused eyes. He released her hair, dragged her up onto her unsteady feet, then unceremoniously, and without any demands on her part, he cupped her wet sex and agitated her nub with the heel of his palm.
She tottered on her tiptoes, wriggling and gasping for breath, convinced the plug would fall out if she came with her usual powerful contractions. His lips curled into a gleeful expression of delight as he fucked her pussy with his fingers, finding her hot spot with apparent ease.
“Come, little hanjin.”
She buried her nose and mouth in his tunic, and screamed silently. The ripples of her orgasm were bolstered by the contractions around the plug. She crushed his biceps with her fingers, clinging onto him, as he chuckled softly over her head. As she fell out of the climax, barely able to stand up, he stroked her hair while easing his fingers out of her throbbing hole.
“Good,” he murmured. “We’ll clean up and get to work. You’ve set me alight, Paige. Today is going to be a good day.”
* * *
The stresses of the day had little impact on her. The mountain of data she had to dissemble and reassemble into 3D charts and graphs that hovered above her console were surmountable. When she squirmed on her butt, the plug reminded her of its presence. She hummed to herself, wondering when Jamen would next walk into the side office, demand she bend over for him so that he could lift her skirt and inspect the stone. Each time he’d conducted his inspection over the last few days, the coloration ranged from reddish-orange through pinks, violets and on a few occasions, when she’d been concentrating very hard on work, a purple, but never blue, which pleased him.
Each morning he performed the same ritual. Butt plug in, cock thrusting in her mouth while he moaned, and a bountiful eruption down her throat until she swallowed every last drop of his warm essence and then her sweet reward, a hand-delivered orgasm. Then, he’d choose her clothes for the day and before they entered the elevator, he kissed her with a passion that left her gasping for breath.
“My little hanjin.” The last words he spoke before another day of politics and debates.
When they returned to the apartment in the waning light of the evening, she bent again, and he carefully relieved her of the weight, then while she bathed, he prepared food.
After six days of this ‘punishment,’ he ended it. She actually was disappointed, although she didn’t pout or complain, leaving him to judge whether she’d learned her lesson effectively. However, he left the rest of the morning ritual in place and it worked to both their advantages. She was absolutely sure they left for work in excellent frames of mind.
Chapter Thirteen
“This is the heart of the senate house,” Jamen declared as the elevator doors opened.
The hubbub of voices was forceful. A multitude of people was speaking at once and in many tones of voices, some raised in heated debate while a few peppered their speech with raucous laughter. The lobby of the building with its immense space and cathedral-like pillars was filled with people, many grouped in huddles. A few weeks ago, entering bustling space would have been overwhelming and she would have failed to distinguish a single voice from the chorus. Jamen had waited until she was ready for the challenge.
She followed Jamen, as he weaved through the crowd to an area by a blue pillar. He admired the polished stone surface with its azure glaze.
