Page 39 of Lukas

He eased it back out, then in again, just the most narrow part of the tip.

“I don’t like this. It feels weird.”

“Princess, we’re just getting started.”

He grabbed an ass cheek with one hand, spreading her, and heard her small gasp, knowing she felt exposed. Which was exactly what she needed.

“Reach back here with your hands and hold your ass cheeks open so I can fuck you good and well with the plug.”

Her breathing immediately became laborious. He smiled, glad she couldn’t see his face.

“Wh-what?”

He reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair, lifting her head. “Your ass is going to get fucked with this plug. You have no say in that. You will take it, princess. Now reach back and hold your cheeks open.”

He lowered her head back to the couch as she obeyed, grasping her ass and pulling it wide. God, just when he’d thought she couldn’t get any fucking sexier.

“I was wrong,” he ground out. “That right there is what my fantasies are made of.”

Putting the tip of the plug back at her sexy little asshole, he reached down under her, trailing his finger up and down her slit. Wet. As if he’d had any doubt she would be. He slipped his finger in her and began pumping, taking a moment here and there to circle around her clit.

When she started pushing against his hand, her breaths now coming out in much louder pants, he pushed the plug further in her ass.

“Oh, my God.”

“That’s right, princess. Let’s get that ass fucked.” He removed his fingers from her pussy, ignoring her moan of protest, and began working the plug in deeper. “Open for it, Reina. Bear back against it.”

“I can’t. It’s too big.”

It wasn’t, barely wider than two of his fingers at the widest part, and not much longer. She’d learn to take much, much larger. She’d learn to take his cock. But right now, he was sure it felt enormous to her.

He slapped her ass, hard. “Bear down on it now.”

She did, breathing hard and sobbing, and it slid in the rest of the way, the large ring keeping it in place, a tiny handle on the other end. She collapsed against the couch. Her hips grinding against the pillow.

“Good girl.” He didn’t let her really adjust to the plug, just began playing with her clit with one hand while moving the plug back and forth with the other. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Ready to admit that yet?”

“No.” She shook her head against the couch cushion, her hands still on her ass. “It feels weird, not good.”

“I think I’m going to make you come every time you lie about that, Reina.” He began moving both hands in the same rhythm, driving his fingers in and out of her wet folds at the same time working the plug in and out of her ass.

When she was nearly mindless, hips jerking towards his hand, he pressed down on her clit. Hard.

Reina yelled out his name into the couch cushions as she came.

She hadn’t even slowed her breathing when he pressed the point home. “You want to tell me again that it doesn’t feel good?”

“N-no, Sir. It feels good. Weird, but good.”

He smiled again. God, he did love to hear the word sir out of her mouth. Especially when it came out naturally when she wasn’t even trying.

For the first time, he understood why Dominic had Cassandra call him Master, and why she was so willing to do it. There was an intimacy that came along with the title. A trust. It had nothing to do with one person being better than the other. And he wondered if he would someday hear the word come out of Reina’s mouth in reference to him.

He didn’t let her come down from the high. Her mind was turned off, and he was going to use that to his advantage.

He stopped playing with her pussy and used that hand to pull her hips further back from then couch’s edge, then used his foot to tap the inside of her ankles to get her to spread her feet wide. He kept constant movement on the plug the whole time, not letting her settle.

“Stand up, Reina.” He assisted her off the couch then pressed down on her shoulder blades. “Now bend your knees slightly and grab your ankles. You’re going to scream, princess, but you will not let go of those ankles.”

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