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She couldn’t see what he was up to, but she heard a zipper. Next, she heard what sounded like the opening of a jar, and was waiting for the first contact with a cool lubricant as he prepared her bottom hole for an intrusion. She was unprepared for the massaging of a lotion all across her curvy ass cheeks. Lukus stepped beside her and spent a full minute rubbing her bottom until she was moaning with pleasure. Only when the heat began to build where he’d touched did she suspect it was no ordinary cream.
“Um. Sir. Why is my butt starting to tingle?”
He grabbed her hips, talking intimately into her ear, his warm breath tickling the nape of her neck. “Just another connection for my good girl. You haven’t been naughty so you didn’t earn a punishment, but I did want this beautiful ass of yours to smolder for me, just like if I’d lit it up with my hairbrush or my belt. I’ll know you’re lying if you tell me this doesn’t turn you on.”
While he’d been talking, the heat had increased from a warm tingle to a hot bite. When Tiff reached back to try to rub in relief, his open palm connected with her bare bottom in several quick swats. “Naughty girl. No touching. Let it settle in.”
“It hurts.”
“Yep. Be glad I’m not using that same cream as lube for the plug. That will happen in the future when you’re getting a naughty girl punishment.”
“Oh, God.” Tiff started wiggling her ass, as if that would stop the scorching burn. She felt the warmth igniting her pussy, even though he hadn’t applied the cream there.
After washing his hands on several disposable wipes he stepped closer again, ordering her to “Hold still.” Within seconds she felt the tip of a lubed plug at the entrance to her tightest hole. She clenched, straining to deny entrance to the foreign sex toy.
His first attempts at entry got nowhere. She wondered if he’d give up. Instead of pushing harder, he let his fingers stray to her clit before sliding them through her slick slit, slipping two digits deep into her aching pussy. She’d rather have had his cock, but she’d take any attention he’d provide. As his left hand wrapped around her body, making her feel light-headed, his right hand took advantage of her distracted state by thrusting the thick plug home. Tiffany received it with an unladylike grunt as the oversized phallus filled her completely.
“It’s too big! Please, take it out.” She was flaying her ass around as if it would magically eject the offending object.
Lukus hugged her until she stilled. He pushed the flared end poking out of her ass as his fingers tweaked her nub faster, bringing her closer to orgasm despite, or maybe because of, the unnatural hitchhiker packed snugly in her rectum. She couldn’t say it hurt. It didn’t even feel bad. It was distracting.
Tiff forced herself to stop thinking about the physical sensations and focused on her mental state instead. Relinquishing control to her Dom, she settled. By the time his talented fingers brought her to a crashing orgasm, she had surrendered completely to his will. A light-headed bliss consumed her as her knees buckled. He caught her, holding her steady.
When the last shudder of her orgasm faded, Lukus brought his wet fingers to her mouth.
“That’s my girl. Open up and lick your cum off my fingers. You’d better do a good job. I’d hate for us to smell like sex.”
His digits slid between her lips. She was sucking him clean as he slipped them in and out, imitating the many times he’d done the same thing with his cock. Tiff hoped he’d put her on her knees to fuck her face but then, hearing several cars pass by on the road a few feet away, she reconsidered. The fear of being caught by someone she knew outweighed her excitement. Instead of pushing her to her knees, she was relieved when Lukus pulled up her panties, tucking the fabric of the thong deep into the crevasse of her ass, securing the large plug inside her.
After righting her skirt and delivering a final swat to her blazing bottom, he enveloped her in his arms, hugging her tightly. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but she felt better. The warmth of his embrace mingled with the warmth in and on her ass to bundle her in his love. With contentment, she melted into the arms of the man she loved. A new determination replaced her fear. A determination to convince her family that Lukus was the man who made her happy, and that, as such, they needed to love him, too.
“Thank you, Lukus.”
He looked down on her, surprised. “Better?”
She could feel herself blushing. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, let’s get going, shall we? I don’t want to get you to the shower late.”
“It’s not too late. We could still turn around.”
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say it’s crossed my mind, but it’ll only make things worse. They’re expecting us. They’re important to you. I want to meet them. Let’s go.”
Too soon, she was sinking into the leather seat of his BMW, the plug pressing deeper inside her. As he pulled out to finish the last few miles of their drive, Tiffany said a short prayer.
God, help my family see how much I love him and how important he is to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with this man and if they aren’t careful, they could scare him away.
Chapter Fourteen
Lukus
Lukus wished he felt as confident as he’d convinced Tiffany he was. He’d put his theatrical talents to good use this morning.
I am so out of my element. What the hell do I know about impressing parents? I feel like I’m in high school again, and my date’s father is gonna meet me at the door with his shotgun.
He was lucky his best friend had not only navigated these tricky relationship waters before, but Markus had also met Tiffany’s parents and some of her brothers. Lukus had gotten some of the inside scoop on the O’Sullivans this week over lunch with Markus. Tiff’s parents loved Markus and Brianna. Lukus hoped his long-time friendship with Markus would be proof he was not some psycho out to hurt their baby girl and sister.
“Okay, it’s the next driveway on the left.” Tiffany was squeezing his hand again, hard enough to cut off circulation.
