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Despite her resolve, she gave a small cry when something cold and gooey was smeared between her cheeks. Then someone’s finger circled and then pressed into her asshole.
“Nice and tight,” Brandon said, moving his finger inside her. “You sure we can’t fuck this little slut? It’s not like she could do anything about it.”
It occurred to her that, though she had hard limits, she, like the other subs at The Enclave, had no safeword. He was right—bound as she was, she would be powerless to resist them. All at once, the air whooshed out of Hannah’s lungs. Her heart boomed, her hands clenching into fists.
Mason stroked the back of her neck with his large, comforting hand. “Calm down, Hannah. He’s just messing with you. No one is going to violate your hard limits. Remember, I’ve got you.” His touch and his gravelly voice pulled her back from the brink. She managed to draw a tremulous breath. As he continued to gently massage her neck, her panic ebbed away.
“Better. Lift your head and look at me,” he said, his voice gentle.
Hannah obeyed, meeting his eyes. There was an intensity in his gaze that was at once compelling and also a little scary. In it, she saw determination, power and total control. He was pure Dom, and the submissive in her responded with an unvoiced, dreamy sigh.
“Wearegoing to play with your ass,” he said, his tone now firm. “You have absolutely no say in the matter. But you do have a choice in how you handle it. You can either white-knuckle your way through it, or you can embrace the experience. It’s up to you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He moved once more out of her line of sight. She dropped her head back into the cradle, determined to be brave, no matter what they did to her. Though she was nervous, she was also incredibly turned on.
“What’s your pleasure tonight, Brandon?” Mason asked from behind her.
“I’m thinking a butt plug. She’s so tight. You really should begin anal training right away. For now, I think a small anal plug will loosen her up nicely.”
Hannah instantly forgot her resolve to be brave as a shot of adrenaline squirted through her system. Shit. She’d been so focused on the big-ticket items on the hard limits list that she’d somehow missed checking off the box for anal plugs. Was it too late to add that in?
“Slave Hannah,” Mason commanded from behind her, “Ask Master Brandon politely if he’ll please insert a butt plug up your ass.”
Oh god. Seriously?
He’s testing you. They’re only words. You can totally do this.
Taking a deep breath, Hannah lifted her head.
“Please, Master Brandon,” she managed, barely able to hear her own voice over the blood roaring in her ears. “Please…” She blew out a breath, trying to get herself to say the words. In a rush, she finished, “Please, Sir. Please insert a butt plug up my ass.”
“It will be my pleasure, slave Hannah,” Brandon replied, chuckling.
She bit back a groan, once more hiding her face in the cradle.
There was the crinkling sound of a wrapper being torn away. Then something hard nudged at her sphincter. Her spread legs prevented her from tensing, which was probably a good thing. She gasped as the tip slipped inside.
To her relief, it was almost immediately withdrawn. The relief was short-lived, however, as he again pressed the tip of the plug between her ass cheeks, going slightly deeper this time.
“Good girl,” Brandon encouraged. “Stay relaxed. You’re doing fine.” He placed a hand on her lower back. Slowly, carefully, he repeated the process, each time going deeper. It didn’t hurt, not exactly.
“Breathe,” Mason reminded her.
She managed to relax a little. She could do this. She was doing it. Then, all at once, a flash of pain sliced through her anus like a knife.
“Ouch,” she cried, her anal muscles trying to expel the foreign object. “That hurt!”
To her chagrin, both men chuckled. “You’ve done it, sub girl,” Mason said. “You took it all the way. You should be proud.”
Hannah grinned in spite of herself. Shewasproud. And it had stopped hurting. The sense of fullness wasn’t horrible. In fact, it felt kind of good.
Suddenly, the plug whirred to life inside of her. Hannah gave an involuntary yelp at the unexpected sensation. Once she adjusted to it, the steady vibration filled her with a sweet, shivery pleasure. Her clit hardened, throbbing in time to the pulsating rhythm of the anal plug.
“Very nice. May I have a turn?” Hannah recognized Mistress Aubrey’s voice. Was her slave boy, Gene, there too?
“By all means,” Mason said. “What’s your pleasure?”
