trepidation, she bent, rested her head on the cushion then reached back to part her buttocks.
“You can skip the embarrassment,” he assured her. “That has no place between us.”
“I wish it were that easy.”
“It is. Or it can be, if you stop worrying and start experiencing.”
She closed her eyes and tried to be as easy with it as he wanted.
“On your tiptoes.”
Before she was settled, his finger pressed against her anal whorl.
She gasped and moved her hands. Because he was generally so gentle, she’d expected him to tease her pussy instead of going straight for her ass.
He smacked her right ass five times, hard, in quick succession.
“Damn it!”
“Do as you’re told, sub. We can do this easy and nice or I can blindfold, clamp, spank and fuck you now.”
She fought her own fear and shyness as she struggled back into position.
“Two fingers,” he said.
“I was afraid of that.”
“Three if you throw another tantrum.”
The sting on her skin and the undeniable heat in her pussy convinced her to press her lips together.
Last night had been easy compared to this.
She could feel that he’d placed his forefinger on top of his middle finger. Inexorably he moved into her tight hole.
“Breathe and bear down.”
“I don’t like this.”
“Would you like a gag better?”
“No, Sir!”
“Stop fighting. Open up.”
She felt the unusual, unwelcome pressure against her sphincter.
He reached beneath her to tweak a nipple.
The shock made her gasp, and when she released it, she inadvertently relaxed, allowing his lube-slickened fingers to penetrate deeper.
She tried to pull away, but he cupped the back of her head with his palm, holding her firmly, reassuringly.
“Stay still.”
For at least thirty seconds, he didn’t move. She became accustomed to the full sensation. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t unbearable.
“Good. Good.”
She could subsist on his approval alone.
With his fingers, he began to fuck her ass. She squeezed her eyes shut, in a ridiculous, stupid hope that it would help keep the embarrassment away.
“Relax, my little subbie. I’ve got you.”
He was right about that, she thought wryly. With the position she was in and the way he held her, she wasn’t going anywhere.
After a few seconds, she took a deep breath. Maybe it wasn’t as horrible as she’d imagined it would be.
“Give yourself over to me. There are more nerve endings here than any other place in your body. It can actually be pleasurable.”
“Not sure I believe that, Sir.”
“No?”
Every word he said was soft, reassuring, not demanding.
“Think about the way it feels,” he said. “Not about what’s happening. Focus on the fact I want to do this. This is strictly for my pleasure, and it’s not about humiliating you. Can you do that? For us?”
She took a shuddering breath. “I’ll try.”
“I’m going to let go of your head, but I want you to stay exactly where you are, as if I’m still holding you.”
As much as possible, she nodded. “I understand.”
He moved his free hand to her pussy and slid the pad of his thumb across her swollen—and shockingly damp—clit. “Let go. And stop thinking,” he reminded her.
She forced the tension from her muscles.
“Much better.” He moved his fingers in and out, spreading her, filling her.
The sensation stunned her. Combined with the pressure between her folds, she was lost. Without conscious thought, she rolled up onto the balls of her feet, changing the angle, giving him greater access.
“Sensational,” he approved. “Fantastic.”
He continued to thrust, manipulate, tease. Unbelievably, an orgasm began to unfurl deep inside her, the pressure unlike anything she’d ever experienced. “God. Logan… Master… Sir…” She wasn’t exactly sure what she was saying, all she knew was that she wanted the climax that loomed just seconds in her future.
“Are you going to come from me fucking your tight ass with my hand?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Harder.”
“Anything.”
He gave it to her, relentlessly. She spread her ass cheeks even farther and ground her heated cunt against his hand.
“You couldn’t be sexier.”
“Sir.”
He quickened his motion on her pussy. “Take it.”
Screaming, crashing, shaking, she orgasmed. “Damn.” Blood rushed between her ears, and every muscle seemed frozen even though her legs felt weak. “Damn.”
Slowly he moved his hands. Her knees buckled.
“Stay there,” he said.
She heard his footsteps fade then the sound of water running. Within a minute, he was back with a warm, damp washcloth.
As he cared for her, she shook her head. After this, there would definitely be no embarrassment between them.
When he was finished, he helped her to stand and face him.
“Now you’re properly prepared for tonight.”
“There’s more?”
“I promised you that your