Page 44 of Demon’s Temptation

He wanted his punishment and his reward. He wanted it all.

She moved around him slowly, but unlike last time, she didn’t touch him. “Are you okay with ass play?” she said into the silence.

Brent swallowed the boulder that had formed in his throat, and his ass clenched. “Yes.”

She moved away and he heard her at the bag on the bedside table, taking something out, then she came back. “You have such a stunning ass, Brent, I’ve been thinking about decorating it all day.”

She ran her finger through the cleft, and he shivered.

There was a soft noise, and when her finger was back, it was slippery and warm. She massaged his hole with lube, preparing him, making him squirm and push back. Christ, wanting her to push one of those fingers inside him.

Then she did, slow, just a little at first, and he gasped, a moan escaping immediately after.

She hummed her approval and slowly pushed deeper, giving him more until she was leisurely fucking his ass with her finger and he was trembling.

After tormenting him for a while longer, she added a second, stretching him, hitting that spot inside him, bringing him right to the edge. He couldn’t help himself and humped back against her hand desperate for more.

“Fuuuuck. Oh fuck. Fuck me. I think I’m going to come, Mistress.” It was the closest he’d come to orgasm without pain in four years.

“No, you won’t, not until I tell you to.”

After a few more leisurely pumps of his ass, she removed her fingers and he actually fucking whimpered. But a second later something hard and slick was at his hole. She pushed it in steadily until the butt plug was all the way in and he was panting, sweating, and shaking.

Chaya smoothed her hands down his back. “You took that so well.” She moaned softly. “But that’s just the beginning. You’ve been bad, remember? This fine ass needs to be paddled.”

Oh God, oh fuck. He wouldn’t survive it.

His arms started to shake.

“Are you ready, Brent?”

No. But somehow “Fuck yes” burst past his lips.

“You were very disrespectful. I’m going to paddle your ass eight times. And you will not come, Brent, not until the last strike. Do you understand?”

“Yes…Mistress,” he choked out, not knowing if he could. Because he could feel that plug in his ass, stretching him, pressing against his prostate, and he hadn’t even fucking moved yet.

“One,” she said.

The leather paddle connected with his ass, low across both his cheeks, and he jolted forward. He groaned as the plug moved inside him.

“Two.”

He rocked forward again, gasping for breath.

“Three.”

His cock slapped against his stomach, the plug making him insane as he moved back into position, as he fucking tilted his ass, silently begging for the rest.

“Four.”

Fuuuuuuck.

She moved around to the other side. “Five.”

“Please, oh fuck, I need to…”

“Six.”