Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,142
stick a plug in my butt. I reach the nightstand, and as I look at the black box, there is a white envelope on top with four hand-written words: Training for Little Petra.
My cheeks flush at that simple phrase. Training? After blowing out a breath, I open the envelope and read the message inside.
Day 1: Size S for 3 hours. Rest for lunch if needed. Then 3 hours again.
Day 2: Size S all day.
He wants me to wear a plug all day? Holy shit!
Days 3-5: Size M for 3 hours. Rest for lunch if needed. Then 3 hours again.
Day 6: Size L for 3 hours. Rest for lunch if needed. Then 3 hours again.
My mind is blank, unable to process what I just read. I look again at the black ink on the white paper, and I realize these are clear instructions for the entire trip! I open the box and see three matte-black silicone plugs of different sizes presented inside with a small bottle of lube. I wonder which one I wore yesterday, but I take the smallest one, observing it attentively. Must be this one.
How am I gonna handle this for three hours straight? Let alone an entire day? And how can I even focus on my online courses with a plug in my butt? Jeez, leave it to him to make me wear one.
I rub the plug with as much lube as possible, and without further ado, I bend slightly down and force myself to relax in order to insert it inside me. Thanks to last night’s intense session, the plug goes all the way in without hassle, but I still have to close my lips tight to restrain a gasp. As I stand up, I feel just a little something inside, filling me between my butt cheeks. It’s weird, super weird. But not painful. Then I open my backpack and take out a pair of panties. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to wear here, but I opt for jeans and a striped blouse. Once ready, I walk into the living room, trying to find where breakfast will be served. One of the crew members greets me and leads me to the terrace, where I see a table with two place settings ready. I wonder for a minute why there is no wind, until I realize the terrace is surrounded by a sliding glass wall, which is pretty discreet.
“Matcha latte, right?” the steward asks, pouring some water into my glass.
“Yes, please.”
I sit, feeling the soreness rising as the external part of the plug presses against the solid material of the chair. And if I was confident enough until now, this chair made sure to remind me of what I have inside me and how sore I am from last night. Damn it. The thought makes me want to break my water glass. But instead, I focus on the view and look out at the frothy sea that the boat leaves behind as it goes. I barely feel the yacht moving, and recalling what the steward told us yesterday, today we should have good weather and calm waters.
All of a sudden, I hear footsteps coming up behind me, and my lips curve up, recognizing the unmistakable fragrance that fills the air. I feel his hands reaching for the length of my hair and pulling the locks to the side so his lips can kiss my bare neck. His touch is enough to give me goosebumps, and I squirm a bit in my chair.
“Are you wearing your plug?” he asks in a whisper.
Oh my… A rush of heat booms in my cheeks at his bold question. “Yes, I am.” I want to sound annoyed, but I come across as excited. Pathetic. “And I’ve got a bruise above my ass,” I tell him, this time annoyance thick in my tone.
Alex just chuckles in return before kissing my neck once more. “Good.” Then there’s silence between us until he asks, “Can you lift your hair for me?”
My hair? I’m not sure why, but I do it anyway. A few moments later, I see his hands coming in front of me holding a golden chain. Oh! My pendant! He places the necklace around my neck and clasps it at the back. I reach up and immediately take the pendant between my fingers, a smile creasing my lips as I touch his family crest. It feels so good to have it back. It’s like a part of me has finally been restored.