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She gasped as he pressed it deeper, stretching her tight hole. Not that he was moving much faster than she normally did on her own, but since she had no control over how fast the plug was entering her, it was a very different experience. Every movement was unexpected, because she wasn’t the one doing it.
“Almost there.”
Lexie groaned as he pushed, hard, and the plug popped past her sphincter and settled into place. Her anus snapped shut around it, holding on to the thinner length between the bulb and the base. The glass was still a bit cool inside of her, although it was rapidly heating up. The plug itself was heavier than the one she normally used, making its presence known in a much more definitive way.
She squealed when Patrick twisted the plug back and forth; she rocked forward, making her nipples burn as the jewelry on her rings dipped and pulled. The longer the beads were on her rings, the heavier they seemed to get.
“Back in position,” he reminded her, giving her ass a quick swat.
Moving her body back carefully, to save her nipples some tugging, Lexie arched her back, trying to get used to the feel of the heavy plug inside her. She felt fuller than with her plug, even though it wasn’t any bigger, just because of its weight.
Her fingers curved, trying to dig into the desk as he pulled the plug back out, making her open for it, and then he began to slide it back and forth smoothly. The tight ring of muscles protested and clenched, burning even as a strange pleasure flickered through the discomfort. Having the plug moving back and forth, making her ass open and then allowing it to nearly close, was completely different from just having it sitting quietly inside of her. Lexie’s spread legs trembled, her pussy clenching, and her back arched and dipped as she adjusted to the whirling sensations.
It felt good, it felt wrong, it felt like all the things Angel and Jessica had whispered about. At the same time, she understood why even conversation about anal play made Hilary blush. She finally got why the books she’d read made such a big deal about it. This was intimate in a way she hadn’t been prepared for. It didn’t matter that he was using a plug, Patrick was still touching her, causing sensations for her, in an area never touched by anyone else. Not all of the sensations were good, but at the same time, that just made it more special... more intensely submissive. She was taking it to please him.
Besides, she liked a little bite of pain with her pleasure anyway.
“Oh!” She gasped as he pushed the plug fully into her again and twisted it back and forth like a corkscrew. The sensations from that were completely different, stimulating the tiny nerves bundled around her anus. Her toes curled as she struggled to stay in place. It felt so good, the pressure, almost like an orgasm was building up inside her, and she wanted more. Needed a follow-through.
Instead, Patrick stepped away, and she groaned.
His chuckle, as he picked up the leather paddle, made her want to kick him. The only thing soothing her temper was that, as she peeked to the side, she could see the huge bulge at the front of his pants. At least she wasn’t the only one suffering.
Playing with Lexie’s ass had fucked with his control. Patrick’s blue balls had gone from painful to downright epic, and yet he wouldn’t have stopped the scene for anything. Maybe he had a hidden masochistic side. Or maybe he was just willing to put up with whatever he had to in order to play with Lexie. God, he was so fucked. But right now, in the middle of the scene, that didn’t matter. What mattered was giving her what she needed.
Part of him still couldn’t believe how fucking perfect she was. She’d obviously been reading up, researching BDSM, in preparation for today. There were moments when her naiveté, her innocence, came through, but there were also moments when it seemed like she’d already been partially trained. Then again, as much as she’d been around the men and women from Stronghold, he shouldn’t be too surprised by that. He knew the girls talked, and she’d had plenty of opportunity to see Dom/sub interactions now that their friends were all getting into relationships.
Hefting the weight of the leather paddle, which would thud nicely and give her just a bit of sting, he brought it down on her ass. It was wide and long enough to cover both cheeks at once, making them jiggle as she gasped and jerked. Her movement was immediately followed by stillness, and he grinned, knowing the jewelry he’d added to her nipple rings was probably starting to bite.
The weight of the beads would slowly start to feel heavier the longer she wore them, especially as she moved, making them bounce on her tender nipples. She’d feel every smack of her ass through her whole body. He brought the paddle down again with a meaty thud, this time making sure to catch her a little lower on her ass, so her sit-spot got a good swat. Lexie moaned, the sound making him want to respond with his own sound of pleasure.
Just paddling her ass was a pleasure. He was careful with the blows, measuring them out so none of them were too forceful - this wasn’t a real punishment spanking after all. The upturned cheeks were slowly turning a dark pink with each blow. He rubbed the paddle over them, caressing her skin with the leather, before lifting it and landing another.
Every impact was greeted with a moan. Lexie’s head had dropped down, and she’d started to pant with arousal. The wet lips of her pussy glistened in the light, even more obvious as she lifted her hips, her bottom coming up to encourage the kiss of the paddle. She was completely in the moment, her body attuned to his, reacting to every movement, taking whatever he was willing to give.
Using the remote in his pocket, he increased the speed of the butterfly vibrator, enjoying the way her body arched as she cried out, squirming as she tried to reach her climax. Patrick brought the paddle down harder on her ass, leaving a red mark across the pink cheeks. Lexie moaned, already lifting her hips to ask for more. The pain was merging with the pleasure now, confusing her body so she couldn’t tell which was which. Watching it happen was everything he would have dreamed. He brought the paddle down hard again, over and over, turning her ass from pink to bright red, making her shudder as she neared her climax.
The soft, needy noises she was making were going to be embedded in his brain for the rest of his life. They were like an aphrodisiac, digging little fingers into his willpower and stripping it away. He needed to end this soon, before he did something he didn’t mean to... like plunging his fingers or tongue into her wet, gorgeously pink pussy.
Putting the paddle down on the desk, he picked up the leather strap, increasing the butterfly vibrator’s speed again. Lexie didn’t even seem to notice he’d moved away, her entire focus was on the tumultuous sensations roiling through her body. Exactly the way he wanted her.
Although he wasn’t as serious a sadist as Andrew, he wanted to make sure Lexie could handle the amount of pain he enjoyed incorporating into a scene. They were about to hit his limit. He didn’t need or want pain in every scene, but he enjoyed seeing a submissive becoming lost in it, giving herself over to him and trusting him not to take her too far. He could tell Lexie had lost herself in the scene, see how much she trusted him... and how beautifully her body responded to what he was doing.
“Oh!” she cried out, as he amped up the speed of the butterfly vibe again, just before bringing the strap down across her ass. She cried out, much louder than before, as the strap bit into her already reddened skin. Yet she didn’t say her safe word, didn’t even ask him to stop. Just dropped her head down, lifting her ass again, her thighs tensing and relaxing as she waited.
Flick the intensity of the vibe up again and...
THWAP!
A sob caught in her voice, of passion and need, blended so intricately with pain that there was no telling them apart.
Last level of the vibe and...
THWAP!
Lexie screamed and Patrick couldn’t help himself, he pressed his fingers against the soft jelly body of the butterfly, pressing it harder against her clit. He quickly put his other arm under her body, helping to hold her as she came, her legs trembling, the undulations of her body almost knocking her off of her feet. The position put him so close to her ass, he could practically feel the heat rising from her cheeks.
Touching her, holding her up as she came, had him nearly joining her and messing his pants like a fucking teenager. Her skin was so soft against his arm, the bottom of her cincher digging into his skin, but he didn’t care. It was all he could do not to caress the red, beaten curves of her ass.
