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“Please tell me that’s regular lube.” It wasn’t like she hadn’t been plugged before. That was a fun Saturday night at Sanctum.
“Good girls get regular lube,” he replied.
“Can I point out that I was merely forgetful? It’s part of my artistic temperament.”
A sadistic grin slashed over his handsome face. “You can try but every second buys you a bit more of the ginger lube. You’re lucky I neither had fresh ginger in the refrigerator nor the time to carve a plug. I assure you this is going to be easier on your little asshole than real ginger. Big Tag did offer to run out and get some. Should I call him back?”
Nope. The last thing on earth she wanted was Big Tag consulting on her punishment. That would go poorly for her. Her Master already seemed to have a creative mind when it came to punishment. “I’m good.”
She scrambled on the bed.
“Lie back, put your hands over your head.”
She’d seen the handcuffs. There were two sets, one directly attached to a hook in the bedframe. A silver cord stretched out binding another set of cuffs. The cord looped between the center of the free cuffs and back up to tie to the side of the cuffs not attached to the hook. It was an odd setup, but she was willing to go with it. “Should I bind my hands?”
“Don’t you touch them. That’s for me to do. Obey me. Lie back with your hands over your head.”
She wasn’t sure how he was going to plug her if she was facing front, but he obviously wasn’t going to explain and he didn’t want any help. It was definitely one of those times when a sub had to give over and let her Master have his way.
She laid back on the crisp, clean sheets and waited.
Then looked up because she could hear Sebastian moving. When she looked at him, he was shrugging out of his shirt, folding it. The muscles of his chest and arms moved as he then eased up from the chair.
So much strength in his body. She had to wonder what he’d been like before, but it didn’t really matter. He was perfect now. He hauled his body up on the bed. It was awkward, but she didn’t move to help him. He could manage, wanted to. And she wanted the joy of watching that magnificent body as he moved to join her.
He rolled over her, his body pinning hers down. His legs were still encased in the slacks he’d put on earlier in the day. She could feel the cool metal of his belt buckle against her belly. Something about the dark look in his eyes as he let his body slide over hers made her breath hitch. It was the first time he’d ever given her his whole weight and she was deliciously pressed down into the mattress.
“This feels good,” he said, lowering his mouth to her neck. He kissed her there, working his way up to her ear. “You’re so soft. I love how soft you feel against me.”
She loved how hard and masculine he felt. “Can I touch you?”
He shook his head. “Not yet. That isn’t punishment, love. That’s me knowing my own boundaries. If you touch me, I’ll forget all of my plans and fight my way inside you. I want this to last. I want you to remember tonight forever.”
She was sure she would, but she didn’t argue with him. His hands moved up, brushing against her sides until he reached her wrists. Cool metal wrapped around her and she heard the snick of the cuffs snapping shut.
“This is where it gets fun,” he murmured against her lips. “Well, fun for me.”
He pushed back and rolled off her.
She missed the weight of him, but felt him move beside her. He undid his belt and struggled briefly before shoving out of his slacks and boxers. He tossed them to the side.
How could he ever think he was anything but the hottest man alive? He managed to balance on his knee, looming over her. His body was so beautiful. All she wanted was to touch him. He was a work of art, but she intended to honor him by being as good as she could be.
Not that she could touch him. He’d very effectively cuffed her to the bed. He’d laid her out and now he could do whatever he wanted to her. She was at his mercy and she hoped he had none.
He reached down and grabbed the ridiculously large plug that wasn’t actually as big as he was, but seemed silly anyway. “I’m going to need you to flip over, sweetheart. Flip over and then draw your knees up, ass in the air.”
“Kind of handcuffed here.” It hit her suddenly. He’d improvised. “That’s what the two cuff setup and bungee cord are for.”
“Yes, so stop thinking and do as I say. I can always get a bigger plug. This one is large. Have you met extra large?”
She didn’t want to. She flipped her body over, the cuffs moving with the cord easily. What wasn’t so simple was pulling her legs up under her. She needed more yoga or something. She wiggled and squirmed until she finally got into position. “Is this okay?”
She prayed so because she was about as open as she was going to get. Her knees were under her belly, splayed wide so she could feel the air on her pussy and that part of her that was about to get tortured.
A big warm hand was on the small of her back. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
“If I’m so perfect I wouldn’t be getting a ginger plug up my backside.”
