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As soon as Zander entered his dressing room, she positioned herself at the foot of the bed as he had instructed and waited. His bed, and therefore the footboard, was higher than hers and she worked to balance on her toes in order to comply with his instructions.
A butt plug—she squirmed in place and clenched and unclenched the muscles of her backside. It could not be any more painful than the hateful ginger, could it? And even that had created pleasurable sensations in her nether region, eventually. She imagined what it might be like to have the pleasure without the heat of the ginger and tingles of desire fluttered through her body.
The height of the rail was such that it hit her at the hip and created pressure all along her mons. Rocking her hips forward and back, if she stretched ever so slightly, the hard wood of the rail rubbed against her sex in a most delightful way.
She knew she ought not to do so, but it would only take a few strokes and then when she relieved the urgency there, she would be more relaxed and better able to accept the butt plug. To her mind, it would actually be a good and helpful idea for her to stroke herself against the bed rail until she came.
And technically she was not touching herself, which Zander had clearly told her she was not allowed to do.
Bloody hell! Her pulse raced. Almost there. She strained her ears listening for Zander’s footsteps, and hearing nothing, she continued to pursue her orgasm. She could feel the wave getting stronger and stronger, building and rushing toward her and with one final sustained push against the footboard of the bed, she finally achieved her goal, gasping and moaning before she fell onto the bed.
Relaxed and complete, she smiled to herself. Who cared about a butt plug? She was utterly sated.
A creak in the floorboard behind her shattered her enjoyment of the moment and she raised her head to peek over her shoulder. Zander, in all his naked glory, stood there taking in the scene. Or more accurately, contemplating what he had just seen for no doubt he had witnessed her completion. She dared a glance at his manhood and though he did appear rather perturbed with her, Zander’s cock was firm and ready.
“Oh, you are back. I am so glad to see you.” Turning so she was leaning on the previously abused foot rail, she gave him a sweet smile. She refused to admit anything. At least not until absolutely necessary.
“It appears you were keeping busy during my very short absence.”
“Oh?” She raised a brow at him. “Whatever do you mean?” Glancing at his hand, she saw two metal objects, both much larger than the ginger root and most definitely larger than anything she could imagine going into her tight little pucker. Uh oh.
Zander closed the distance between them, rolling the two items around in the large palm of his hand. “I had thought to start with the smaller plug, but after that performance, I believe the larger is a better choice. What do you think, Tallie?”
All pretense that she had not been pleasuring herself vanished as she took in the size of the items that Zander intended to shove in her arse. “Please, Zander. I am so sorry. Please, those look like they will hurt. Could you not punish me in some other way?”
“Oh, believe me, I have several punishments planned for you, naughty girl. Did I not just tell you that you were not to touch yourself without permission? And while I was out of the room getting the implements for your discipline, you did exactly the same thing for which you were about to be punished.”
“Well, in my defense, Zander, I did not actually use my hands or touch myself, just now. And I was doing exactly as you told me, leaning against the rail. It is just that... well... I am in such a state, Zander, and I thought if I was able to climax I would be so much more relaxed and then the plug would go in easier and would make you happy.”
His dark gaze bore into her. “Are you feeling relaxed now, Tallie?”
The heat in his eyes along with the sight of the butt plug in his hand did little to calm her nerves. Yet, she had achieved a powerful climax. “I-I do not know.” It was an honest answer. “I was a few moments ago, after I... well, when I thought you were not here and I—”
“And you gave yourself an orgasm,” Zander finished the sentence for her. “Have my attentions to you tonight been insufficient?”
“No! Not at all.” She could hardly believe they were having this conversation. “Tonight has been... I do not have the words for what it has been for me.”
A pause followed and Tallie stared at Zander, attempting to decipher his thoughts. He cupped the side of her face in his warm palm. “I do not have words for it either, Tallie,” he said, his warm voice washing over her and calming the worries that had reared up. She rested her cheek against his palm and gazed at him adoringly. All of the years of wishing and hoping to share her feelings with him coalesced in that moment and she thought her heart would explode from her chest with love for him.
“I am feeling relaxed now, Zander.”
He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Good, because I am ready to give you a lesson in butt plugs.”
“Y-yes, sir.” He released her and she turned and positioned herself over the rail, this time being careful not to misbehave.
“Reach back and pull your bottom cheeks apart. Nice and wide. I want to see every little bit of your pucker.”
Anticipation fluttered in her tummy but she did as he instructed, humiliating though it may be. She heard Zander moving around the room and could not stop herself from peeking. He opened a drawer and retrieved a jar of cream. She gulped, realizing what he intended to do with it. She stole a glance at the plugs, which he had set down on a side table, and her bottom hole gave an involuntary squeeze. The plugs were much larger than the ginger, though she reminded herself Zander’s cock had fit into the snug opening and she had enjoyed it. Very much.
She remembered the domination as he pounded into her bottom hole. It had been exquisite being used for his gratification. A stream of moisture worked its way from the folds of her womanhood and slid down her thigh.
Cool cream upon her bottom startled her and interrupted her thoughts. Zander seemed to take his time rubbing the cream in, all over her bottom cheeks before he focused his attention on her hole by working it up and down the crevice between her cheeks and then pressed against the opening to lubricate her thoroughly. A guttural moan escaped her lips and she leaned forward onto the bed rail for support.
A sharp swat landed on her bottom, the sound of it echoing around the room. “This is meant to be punishment.”
“It is effective. Has not my bottom been slapped, spanked, and cropped already this afternoon?”
“Yes, it has. As is my prerogative. I remain unconvinced that you have a right and full understanding of the havoc you have wrought today. And, the list continues to grow, naughty girl.” To emphasize his point, he smacked each of her cheeks with his broad palm until she gasped.
