Page 173 of Westin

She shakes her head, looking back at me through wet lashes.

“No, sir,” she whispers. “It feels good. I feel full.”

“Good girl,” I praise, sliding my hand down her stomach to her clit. She stays still as I play with her, making sure not to touch the most sensitive point. I know she’s exhausted. She doesn’t have many more orgasms in her, and I want her last to be when I’m inside her ass.

“Tell me you want it,” I murmur.

She hiccups, moaning into the bed. I take her hair and pull her face up.

“Go on, darling,” I order.

“I want it, sir,” she gasps.

“No, say it all.”

I pinch her clit, and her hips jump.

“I want you to fuck my ass, sir,” she gasps.

“Good girl. Get up and go to the bathroom.”

I follow her in, turning on the low light. Even in the dimness, her cheeks burn as I hand her everything she needs and explain briefly what she should do. Then, I bend her over the sink and remove the plug, leaving it on the counter for her to put back in. The door shuts, and I sink down on the edge of the bed.

This is the last part of her I haven’t fucked. I could have done it earlier. She was willing, but I want some kind of consummation now that the killing is over. Now it’s happening, and I’m honored.

She’s letting me have power over her body, to use her so intimately.

I don’t deserve this, but I’ll never turn it down.

Thebathroom light clicks off. The door opens, and she appears, hands tucked behind her back. I beckon her, and she comes to stand between my knees.

“I’m going to restrain you,” I say.

She nods, humiliated eyes on mine. “Yes, sir.”

I kiss her mouth. “Good girl. Lay on your back.”

She crawls onto the bed, flashing the plug in her ass, and settles on her back. I fetch the restraints and attach them to her upper thighs and calves. There’s a tension tie between them, so when I pull it tight, her legs are bound, spread and bent at the knee.

Cuffs go around her wrists. Those I tie to the two top posts of the bed with a length of rope.

Her eyes follow me as I work. They’re big, and completely submissive.

I retrieve the lube and kneel between her legs. “Are you my pretty slut, darling?”

She nods.

I push one finger deep into her warm cunt. “Words.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasps. “I’m your pretty slut, sir.”

I pull my finger out and stroke her thigh, painting her desire across her skin. Her eyelids flicker. I drag my touch down to the plug and start working it, around and around until her eyes roll back.

“You like your ass played with,” I murmur. “You filthy girl.”

I ease the plug out. She moans, breasts heaving. Her toes curl on either side of me. Tossing it aside, I douse my two fingers in lube and circle her asshole, stroking the soft skin several times before easing my fingertips into her warmth.

“Oh, fuck!” It comes out of her in a rush.

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