Page 60 of Violent Delights

With her, it really feels like I had to earn it, despite the knowledge that she’s going to be paid handsomely for this. She made me fight for it, she made me do things I’d normally never even consider. She deserves so much more than this.

“We’re having dinner downstairs tonight to mark the special occasion,” I let her know. “But before we go, there’s something else I want you to wear.”

She nods without knowing what I might be referring to, and I’m sure she’s expecting some kind of jewelry.

Well, she’s not entirely wrong about that. I reach into my other pocket, revealing a little diamond plug. She looks at with bewildered fascination and curiosity.

“Is that…?”

I step closer, placing my index finger on her lips to stop her from speaking, replacing it with my lips a moment later. She moans when I claim her with a kiss, responding to me like she should, her body squirming against mine with need. I reach around, tracing along the small of her back, before traveling beneath her sexy dress. She was asked to wear nothing but stockings underneath, and she obeyed her orders. I don’t even have to tell her to spread her legs for me. She does it all on her own, greedily leaning into my touch, as I part her lips to fondle the wetness between them.

“Fuck, Ruby,” I breathe between our kisses. “So wet for me, what a good pet you are.”

She smiles, moaning as I trace the tip of the plug along her wet lips, gently pushing the tip inside her, before retreating, gathering up more of her juices as I allow my fingers to trail along her core. This is not meant for her pussy.

She gasps when I grab her ass with the other hand, spreading her cheeks apart while teasing her tight hole with the dampened tip of the plug.

“That’s right,” I breathe. “This will spread your tight little ass for me.”

She sighs heartily when I force the plug inside, smoothly pushing until it sits securely. I tap on it a few times, testing her reaction to it. Ruby is panting in my arms, while she accommodates the feeling of the plug stretching her. Her dainty hands crawl into the fabric of my suit, pulling us even closer together.

“Do you like it?” I whisper in her ear.

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “Yes, Master.”

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