Page 52 of On His Terms

“No, Sir,” she repeated. “I have not worn a plug until now.”

Suddenly, more pressure was back there.

“A second finger is going in. You can make it easy on yourself or not. The choice is yours.”

Gulping, she clenched her hands.

“Slow, deep breaths will help.”

Sure they will.

“Relax and let me in. Now I’m going to put a starter plug in your ass, though I’m tempted to go with something bigger.”

She recognized the inherent threat and knew why he’d made it. “Thank you, Sir, for stretching me and for using a small one.”

He chuckled.

“Nice save. But I will expect you to work up to something much, much larger. Being comfortable with it will make your life easier.”

The reminder she was doing this for someone other than him caught her off guard, and she wasn’t sure she relished his comments.

“Turn your head and look at this.” He crouched next to her.

Their faces were mere inches apart, and for an instant, their connection sizzled with electricity. She blinked first.

He held up the red silicone plug. “This is going inside you on the first try without you carrying on. Are you clear?”

Though the widest part didn’t appear much bigger around than the two fingers he’d just inserted inside of her, the toy had a base that would hold it in place.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. In that case, ask me to put it in place.”

She’d convinced herself that he wasn’t as beastly as she sometimes remembered, then he proved that wasn’t true. “Please, Sir, will you put that…nasty thing in me?”

He smiled. “Lucky for you I’m not marking you down for lack of enthusiasm.”

“Sorry, Sir,” she said, trying not to smile as she drank in their momentary closeness. “Shall I try again?”

“Do.”

“Please, I beg you, Sir. I want you to put that hot thing straight up my ass in a single move.”

This time he laughed, but he also smacked her left butt cheek, hard. “If you insist,” he responded.

He left her for a moment. The unmistakable sound of lube being squirted filled her ears.

“Spread your cheeks farther,” he said.

Her Dom placed the unyielding tip against her opening. The thing had appeared flexible, so she hadn’t been prepared for its unwelcome rigidity.

“Bear down…now.”

He pushed ahead, and Chelsea had to fight his momentum and her desire to escape in order to stay in position.

Through gritted teeth, she told him, “This is way more difficult than a finger, Sir. Damn it!”

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