Page 6 of Mastered By Lust

I can’t help but smile. Her trepidation is my delight. “I think I will, yes.”

She makes a sweet little noise of dismay as she removes her jeans and underwear.

“Bend over, baby girl.” I pat her hip. “Tell me what, in that drawer, should be our second toy tonight.”

I wonder if she thinks she’s being sneaky. She pretends to ignore the nipple clamps, shuffling around through the other items—a small flogger, some rope, a blindfold, and a vibrator.

I fan my bare hand over her naked ass. So plump, so perfect.

When my fingers travel to her cunt, she freezes.

And when I slide those fingers through her building wetness, she lets out a soft little moan.

“Any new ideas?” I ask.

“No, Sir, I don’t think so.”

Itskin disappointment and push down on her back so she bends all the way forward.

She isn’t wet enough yet to take all of the toy. I glide it through her arousal, gathering what I can. Soon enough, she’s rocking back and forth, chasing the friction the dildo offers.

“Do you want this, little girl?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes.”

I ease the toy into her cunt, watching in fascination as she stretches around it.

She is so incredibly beautiful. Breathtaking.

Once the toy is fully inserted, I say, “Reach back and hold it in place for me, sweetheart. I’m going to strap it onto you.”

Her hand appears between her legs and she does as I ask. I buckle the velvety fabric around her thighs and waist, then step back a couple of feet to admire the view.

“Very nice. Turn around, now.”

She straightens and turns. Her nipples are already alert, ready for my punishment. Her eyes are glazed with lust as she watches me.

“Did you find something to help with my task?” I ask.

Squirming, she says, “Yes, Sir.”

“I think you’ve known what it is all along.” I fold my arms across my chest. “Am I right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you tried to hide it from me. I’m disappointed.”

Her face twists in regret. “I’m so sorry, Sir.”

“Why did you try to hide it?”

“I guess I’m—I’m afraid of it.”

At least she’s honest about it now. And if I’m honest with myself, I’ll admit that I like a little harmless misbehavior. It means I can administer more consequences.

“Get the item for me now, baby girl. Be quick about it.”

She bends over. Her gasp is likely due to the feeling of the giant toy stuffed inside of her. She picks up the nipple clamps and hands them to me.

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