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Picking up the bottle of lube, Orlando sauntered over to where Juliet was still bent over and holding her position. With her skirt rolled up around her waist and her breasts hanging free, she looked utterly delicious. Turning her head to look at him, her eyes widened when she saw the plug he was carrying, her mouth dropping open.
“That’s-“ Almost as soon as she started talking, she snapped her mouth shut.
No, Orlando didn’t go for high protocol, but a good way to get a Dom to get mean was to tell him something was “too big” or “too hard.” Orlando did have a bigger plug he could get if she protested the size of this one. And he would. Something she obviously realized since she’d stifled her objection.
“Smart girl,” he said, winking at her. Her lips pressed together, and he’d be willing to bet she was resisting the urge to stick out her tongue at him. Juliet couldn’t completely hold the brat back even when she was trying. He’d reward her for trying by not immediately grabbing the larger plug. Moving around to the back of her, he grinned at the size difference between the toy in his hand and her tiny hole.
There was something intensely erotic about watching such a large piece of equipment fit into such a narrow opening.
It also meant he needed plenty of lube, which he slathered on liberally before placing the tip at Juliet’s crinkled hole.
“Ready, little rose?” He placed his hand on her lower back to help her stay in place. Felt her quiver. She took a deep breath.
“Ready, Sir.”
Fuck he loved it when she called him that. It settled something inside him, the unnerving prickle that always bothered him when they were together. Like he had a never-ending need to dominate her, right up until she submitted to him, and then he could relax.
“Good girl.” Keeping up the pressure on her lower back, Orlando began to push the thick plug in, grinning as she groaned but didn’t resist or protest. He moved the plug forward slowly, watching her hole stretch and widen around it, feeling her panting breath as she struggled to accommodate it, before letting it retreat slightly.
Then he began to push again, going a little deeper this time, stretching her open by increments. He was in no rush, despite his aching cock. And his stubborn little subbie needed to remember who was in charge.
* * *
Juliet
Ow, ow, ow, ow…
Gripping her ankles tightly, Juliet wanted to collapse, or at the very least squirm away, but her stupid pride wouldn’t let her. No, her stupid pride made sure she stayed in place while her stupid stepbrother shoved a massive plug up her ass.
To be fair, it certainly wasn’t the biggest plug she’d ever seen. It might not even be the biggest one she’d ever taken. But it had been a long time since she’d hadanythingin her ass. She hadn’t even been using toys when she masturbated, because it all reminded her of the last person to fuck her ass… Orlando.
And she’d been doing her best to forget that night.
Good job. Well done. That worked out perfectly.
Well, if trying to forget hadn’t worked, might as well try something new. Trying the ‘new’ of being totally vanilla and suppressing her desires had only worked until it hadn’t anymore.
Because right now she was already more aroused, more satisfied, bent over, holding onto her ankles, while her stepbrother shoved a giant plug in her ass than she ever had been having vanilla sex with London. As lowering as that felt to admit,this was what she craved.
Though it didn’t necessarily have to be Orlando doing the kinky stuff. But he was here right now and he wanted her, and that made her feel better about everything that had happened during and immediately after Roulette night.
Whimpering, she squirmed under his hand as he twisted the plug, pushing it in deeper, stretching her open wider. The feeling of fullness was beginning to drive out all her introspective thoughts as her body’s reactions, the swelling sensations, overtook rational thinking.
“Oh fuck…” She gasped out the words, unable to stay silent any longer as the stinging stretch became painful, cramping her insides, her knees quivering. Dizziness flooded her, and she would have fallen over if Orlando hadn’t slipped his arm under her body, in between her thighs and her breasts, holding her in place as he worked the thickest part of the plug past the tight ring of her sphincter. Juliet cried out, shuddering, as the overstretched ring snapped into place around the neck between the plug and the base. “Fuck…”
Full. She was so incredibly full.
“Good girl,” Orlando crooned again, this time his voice much closer as he knelt beside her, helping to hold her up. He twisted the plug again, giving her the full benefit of its size as it turned within her, igniting all the sensitive nerve endings around her opening. It felt extra sensitive after being so thoroughly stretched and plundered.
There was a reason the Doms liked to use plugs to help remind the submissives who was in charge. It was very difficult to feel like she was in control of anything when there was an uncomfortable plug sitting in her butt, constantly reminding her that she’d let him put it there. Maybe because it had been so long since she’d worn one, or maybe because this was a bigger plug than she’d normally used, but its obtrusive presence made her feel extra subbie.
“Stand up now, carefully.” Orlando kept his hands on her as she straightened. The plug shifted inside her with every movement and she groaned, her hands finding his arm to hold onto as she panted for air getting into position.
The feeling of fullness was even more pronounced once she’d straightened up, leaving her clinging to his arm and blinking up at him as she adjusted to the massive intruder. The almost feral look of aroused satisfaction in his gaze made her shiver. Her nipples were little pebbles, her pussy practically weeping with the need for his cock, and she felt like a seething mass of arousal.
The only thing she could focus on was him as he tugged her skirt down completely, letting her lean on him as she stepped out of it. Completely naked, totally exposed, while he got to his feet beside her, still fully clothed. The dichotomy between their states of dress made who was in charge even clearer, turning her on even more.
“What color are you, Juliet?”
