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He allowed it, holding his hand in place so she could push her ass back onto him.
“Fuck, that’s pretty.” Despite his words, the next time she rocked back, his hand wasn’t there.
She stilled. The icy presence of what felt like a metal plug made her jump.
“Push out,” he commanded.
She obeyed, pushing as if she were trying to expel something from her ass, which actually made it easier for him to slide the lubed metal through the tight ring of muscle. Her toes curled as he kept pushing. The plug seeming impossibly wide.
She let out a small cry.
“Almost there. You’re tight.”
She whimpered, then relaxed in relief as the plug slid into place. She felt full and was aware of the neck of the plug holding her ass open.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl. Well done, darling.” He helped her down and Mal swayed. Benson let her lean against him. He stroked her back with one hand, while the other toyed with her nipple rings.
She wanted to curl up on his lap the way she used to, with her ass full, legs spread. Sometimes it would be a plug or dildo filling her rear entrance. Other times it would be his cock filling her ass, his dick buried balls deep in her. Either way, he always made her sit so that her pussy and tits were both easily accessible when she was on his lap.
They’d sit like that for hours, sometimes talking, other times silent. When he wanted to, he’d push her onto the ground, either into hands and knees so he could fuck her ass or pussy, or just onto her knees so he could use her mouth.
“I want… I want to sit on your lap. The way we used to.”
Benson’s hand slid up her back to her neck, squeezing gently. “I was remembering how we used to do that last night.”
“Sir, please can—”
“That’s over for us, Mal.”
She flinched.
Without a word, he tighten his hold on the back of her neck and guided her out the door. Naked, with a clamp-like piercing on her clit, and the plug in her ass, Mal walked out into the sunlight.
* * *
“Nice.” Master Xavier straightened after examining Mal. Though it was daytime, he wore his signature hood. Benson had seen him without it, knew why he wore it, and even, thanks to a random news report he was half watching one day while working out, knew exactly who Xavier was.
If he thought the overseers had been fucking with him… Well, being paired with Mal was nothing compared to what they’d done to Xavier.
Mae stood beside him. She was soft, feminine, and a brat. Benson wasn’t as strict, or hard-core, as Xavier, but even he usually steered clear of Mae. He just wasn’t the right Dom for her. And if he wasn’t right, then Xavier was really fucking wrong for her.
But apparently sometimes being wrong could circle so far around that it came back to the starting point and ended up being right. Mae had a collar around her neck, and Xavier gripped the end of the leash in one hand.
“That doesn’t look fun. It looks uncomfortable.” Mae pursed her lips as she examined Mal.
Xavier sighed then reached for his sub. There was a loosened ball gag dangling around her neck. Xavier pulled it up, shoving it into Mae’s mouth.
“What did I do?” Her mumbled words were vaguely understandable.
Xavier nodded to Benson, then led Mae away.
Benson shifted, repositioning his back against the post. He touched Mal’s cheek with one hand, drawing her attention. She turned her face into his palm, eyes closed.
“Talk to me. Where are you?” he asked.
“I’m green, but…I didn’t expect to feel so exposed.”
