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get away, moved with her so that the tip of his finger was still firmly embedded inside her.

“Surprised you, didn’t I?” He ran his other hand over her back, the caress not nearly as smooth as previous ones had been thanks to the glove.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did it hurt?”

“A little.”

“And did you like that it hurt, slut?”

She bit her lip, hard enough to make it ache, then released it to reply. “Yes, Sir.”

In the same cool, precise tone he said, “And this is what whores like you get, isn’t it?” He shoved his finger in deeper.

She cried out, toes curling, ass aching as he forced her tight sphincter open.

“No, no, pet. Bring your ass back here.”

She hadn’t even realized she’d shifted forward, away from him, until he said something.

With a whimper she rocked back.

“Very good. If you can stay very still, I’ll let you have two fingers up your ass before I make you take the plug.” He twisted his finger inside her as he spoke.

The sensitive nerve endings in her ass all lit up, sending a confusing signal of mixed pleasure and pain. Her nipples, just barely grazing the rough wool of the blanket, were tight, and knowing they would soon be pinched by clamps was only heightening her arousal.

“What do you say, pet?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Be specific. I want to hear the words.”

“Thank you for preparing my ass with two fingers before you put the plug in me, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” His finger withdrew, and she heard another packet open.

Cool, thick lube was rubbed over her anus and the surrounding skin. His fingertip penetrated her once more, but this time he didn’t just thrust it in. He worked his hand in a circle, pulling and pushing against her anus. After only a few moments of that, she felt the blunt tip of another invader. It was too much, she wasn’t ready. Wasn’t loose enough to take another finger up the ass.

Daniel shoved, and the tip of the second finger penetrated her. Sweet, hot pain burned at her ass, but she didn’t cry out. She only whimpered, a soft sound she repeated with each exhale.

“That’s a good whore, taking two fingers up the ass.” He pushed them in deeper and her whimpers grew louder.

Her skin felt too sensitive, her body both hot and cold. Her pussy was maddeningly empty. She needed him to fill her there too. Needed him to grab her breasts and scrub her nipples against the blanket. Needed his hand or cock in her mouth.

“Please, please,” she moaned.

“That’s right.” His breathing was labored, and she realized he wasn’t unaffected. Touching her, using her, was arousing him, making even his formidable control tremble.

That was so damn sexy.

A disinterested, or bored, partner was horrible. She’d lived through that, and it had…broken her. No. Not broken. Wounded.

Because wounds healed.

And Daniel’s touch and words, as harsh as they were, smoothed her ragged edges, coaxed the torn pieces of her soul back together.

The Doms she normally gravitated towards were those whose control was locked tight, their focus and command of themselves, her, and the scene, absolute. She knew they weren’t bored, or unaffected, because with a good Dom she could feel their attention and focus. Doms never ignored her during a scene, unless that was very specifically part of the setup—such as being tied up and put on display. But even then, their lack of attention was usually an act, and she could trust that if she showed any fatigue or discomfort the top would notice and check in.

With Daniel, it was different. He didn’t hide how affected he was by her, by their scene.

She wasn’t lonely.

Before she could examine that revelation and parse it out, Daniel’s fingers withdrew from her ass.

The loss, the emptiness, made her cry out softly, but it didn’t last.

“Relax your ass. You’re going to take this heavy plug for me, pet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When the metal touched her sphincter she cried out, because it was so cold that for a split second it felt hot. In the next moment the coolness of the metal soothed her inflamed, stretched flesh.

He held it there for a moment, long enough that she started to tense up in anticipation. She forced herself to relax by taking deep breaths.

Daniel waited for her to inhale, then forced the plug in. The whole thing slid into her in one shocking penetration. Her ass reflectively clenched the moment the widest part passed through, and the feel of the unforgiving, cold metal stretching her open sent a masochistic thrill through her that made her already throbbing pussy clench.

“What a good whore,” Daniel murmured. She heard him remove his gloves and then one bare hand stroked her rump. “You took that plug all at once.”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice, Sir.”

“I didn’t, did I?” He tugged on the plug.

The residual pleasure-pain from the abrupt penetration had overshadowed the more subtle feeling of fullness, at least until he started playing with it.

Plugs were diabolical, because they were almost impossible to ignore. The fact that he was playing with the plug pushed that from almost to fully impossible to ignore. At one point he pulled hard enough that she rocked back, and her anus started to open. She thought maybe he would extract and then reinsert it, but instead he held it there, at the point where she was starting to stretch, where the feelings of fullness and pressure were most pronounced.

Then he released it, and her body drew the plug back in, her anus fluttering around the narrow metal neck. Next he twisted it inside her, the circle ring that served as the base rubbing against her ass cheeks as he played with it.

He seemed content to just play with the plug, but she was not.

She needed more. Pleasure or pain, she’d accept either from him, as long as he did something. Having her ass played with was delicious, both because it was stimulating the soft nerve endings of her ass and because this checked so many of her submissive desire