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“I didn’t!”
“Then how did the plug get broken?”
Abby swallowed hard. “It- I- it came out.”
“That still doesn’t explain how it broke.”
She blushed and looked away. He immediately grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. He didn’t repeat himself. He only stared at her, eyes boring into her until she cracked. “I came,” she admitted.
For once she’d actually surprised him because his eyebrows shot up. “You came?”
She nodded. “In the bathroom. I- it just- it was there, in me, and it freaked me out that people were around and they might figure it out somehow. And then, then it didn’t freak me out and…”
“You liked it.”
“Yes. And I couldn’t take it anymore. So I went into the bathroom and I…masturbated. I was up against the door and I had my panties down and when I came, the plug popped out and hit the floor. It chipped the side. It was an accident.”
He grinned. “You know, I thought my biggest problem with you would be the things you don’t like. Not the things you do. What’s going on with the anal play?”
She hesitated, but only for a second. “It feels…dirty. I mean, it is dirty.”
“You get it waxed regularly. Before you even met me.”
“Yeah, but that’s different. It’s not inside. It’s just-” She sighed. “I don’t know. Dirty.”
“But when you’re alone, it gets you excited enough to masturbate in the bathroom,” he pointed out.
“Well, no one’s there to know.”
Mark was quiet for a long time. Then he unlocked the cuffs and removed them. He swept her hair to the side and unbuckled the collar. She drew in a sharp breath. “Calm down,” he told her in his silky smooth voice. “It doesn’t mean anything. I just want a serious conversation with you, no collar. No Dom, no sub. Just me and you.” When she was free of the restraints, he set them on the coffee table. “Go to the bedroom, put on a bathrobe.”
Abby looked at him, confused.
“If you’re naked,” he explained, “and I’m not, you’re still the sub. Go put something on so we can be equals.” She nodded and headed off to the bedroom. She couldn’t resist spreading her cheeks and looking at herself in the mirror. It didn’t look like anything back there. Oh, her cheeks were rosy red from the spanking, but there was no evidence of whatever he’d done to her later and it didn’t feel like anything at all now. She shrugged on the bathrobe and went back out to the living room.
Mark had gotten up off the floor, thrown away whatever was on the table, and was washing his hands. “What was that?” she asked him.
“Ginger root. It burns, more if you clench down on it, but it won’t do any damage and if you leave it in, the effect only lasts about 15 or 20 minutes.” He dried his hands on the towel. “But you’ve got to be careful of your hands because you don’t want it to get in the eyes.”
“It really hurt,” she told him.
“Because you panicked and forgot everything I told you.”
She hung her head. “I know.”
“It’s alright,” he said, drawing her into his arms. “You did amazingly well through the spanking. I was very, very proud of you.”
“Really?”
“Very. Did you like it?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “The first part with your hand. But I don’t know about the spoon.”
He nodded as if he’d known this already. The microwave, which she hadn’t noticed had been on, beeped. Mark took a mug out of it and dropped in one of her teabags. “Come sit with me,” he told her and headed toward the couch.
She sat on the end, pulling her knees up underneath her and clasping her mug in both hands.
“When I told you I was thinking about breaking it off, you started crying,” he said.
“I- I don’t want it to be over. I just…I don’t know if I can do all the stuff you want. Some of it’s just really out there for me. It’s hard.”
He nodded. “The hardest part isn’t fear. Everybody has that and they get over it eventually. The hard part is what you’re wired to think is acceptable versus what’s not acceptable. For you, anal is dirty. Plus, nice women don’t do it, am I right?”
Abby nodded.
“Abby, I’m going to explain something that’s pretty tricky. Very advanced. I’ve done it, on both sides, and I’ve been doing this a long time. The idea will seem very strange to you and the reality will be extremely terrifying.”
She scoffed. “Oh, good. ‘Cause I needed this to be harder.”
He smiled. “How much do you want me?” She looked up at him. “I’m not fishing for compliments,” he assured her. “I’m asking how far you would go.” Before she could answer he said, “Knowing that my first priority, always, is you and what you need. I said ‘need’, Abby. Not ‘want’. What you want is very different in this case from what you need.”
