Page 24 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Look at me. You don’t have permission to look away.”

Her anxious, mortified expression turned his moderate arousal into steel-hard interest. The scrap of matching underwear was drawn down next, and a fearful moan escaped her.

“Are you scared, Saya?”

“Yes, Master.” Her lip quivered and he stroked his hands over her naked flesh.

“Good. I won’t hurt you. If anything is too uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

Saya’s head bobbed jerkily – she trusted him, he knew. This simply wasn’t something they’d done.

“You’re not going to –” She swallowed and looked like she couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence.

He let the moment drag on, enjoying her uncertainty. “Fuck your ass? I will, but not just yet. We have to train your body to accept me first.”

Another whimper escaped her. “O...okay. You’re too big though, Master. I don’t think it’ll ever fit. In there.” She blushed painfully and it amused him that she was still holding the items behind her, as though he’d forget.

“You let me be the judge of that. If I want to defile your ass, you say what?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, struggling not to drop her gaze.

He held out his hand.

The items were handed over with a reluctance that would make passive resistance demonstrators look eager by comparison. He put them on the table at his elbow.

“You’ll let me do this because it pleases you to please me. Right?”

“Yes, it does, Master. Even when it’s disgusting and dirty and makes me want to run away and hide.”

“It’s not disgusting. You used to feel that way about swallowing. You’ll get used to this idea too. Do you think other slave girls get away with dictating which holes their masters can use?” He raised a brow at her.

“No, Master,” she said, grudgingly.

“I spoil you. I know how you feel about this, but it’s been years now. Don’t you think I’ve been very patient with you?”

She bit her lips together. “I just thought you weren’t interested, Master. I didn’t know you were denying yourself something you wanted. If I would have known, I would have tried to be more pleasing.”

“I know, princess. You’re a good girl. You’ll do this for me.”

Her nod came with a few tears, which she wiped away with her palm.

“Come sit on my lap for a minute.” He opened his arms and she clambered up in his lap, the big chair easily accommodating them both. Petting her hair and rubbing her back calmed her after a few minutes, and she relaxed. He hooked a foot under the edge of the stool, dragging it over in front of the chair.

He turned her until she was facing away from him then put his feet up on the ottoman. Although she balked, he parted her legs to straddle his, and pushed her down until her forehead was resting on his shins. To make sure she was comfortable, he pulled her feet up to rest under his arms, so that she was belly down on his legs, with hers parted around him. When he leaned back, she was completely open to his gaze. She squeaked and tried to shield herself from his eyes with her hands.

One smack on the ass stilled her. “Hang onto my ankles and stay put.”

“But please, Master. I don’t want to. Lying on your legs like this is too embarrassing!”

“‘I don’t want to’ isn’t your safeword.”

Saya stiffened. He’d given her a safeword, years ago, which she resented. She didn’t want that kind of veto power in their relationship, but he insisted that it was necessary. That being said, he knew there was no way she’d use it unless she was being seriously injured.

But she always had the option.

Without another word, she got his ankles in a death grip. All her muscles were locked and tense.

He stroked the back of her legs, her ass, her lower back in broad strokes, then with only his fingertips. Instead of relaxing her, though, moisture beaded on her sex. Unable to resist, he drew a finger along her slit. She moaned and wriggled, inching her way back in an effort to capture his finger.

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