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“I know,” she whispered then almost floored him by adding, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

As Derek led her the last two steps to the cross, he ordered her to strip as he struggled to regain his composure. He watched as she revealed her body to his gaze and admired the smooth, dark skin as it came into view.

She took her time, maybe out of shyness, or possibly to tease him. Probably the former, as she didn’t seem comfortable with being on display in the main room. Why had she called him Daddy just now? He was sure there was a third facet to her personality—a playful Little begging for release. Until now, he hadn’t been sure he could coax that side out. He watched her more closely, and their eyes met. He narrowed his. There was a challenge in there. He studied the tilt of her head.

I’ll be damned. The little brat is topping from the bottom again!

Without a word, he marched her over to the spider web instead of the cross. He’d noticed she sometimes had trouble with her shoulders, and the St. Andrew’s cross’ angle would become uncomfortable after a while. He suspected he would have her bound for quite some time tonight. He wanted to set ground rules for their relationship.

Derek unclipped the wrist cuffs from his belt and fastened them on her, testing the fit.

“Babygirl, although I like to hear you call me Daddy, I only want you to say it when you really mean it. It’s not a word you can use to control me or the scene.” He tipped her head back and stared down at her. Her face crumpled, and her eyes darted everywhere but his face. “Look at me,” he ordered. She did, and he gazed deeply into her eyes. Like her body, he wanted the rest of her bare, too. No evasion, no hiding.

She swallowed hard, and her eyes turned softer.

Better!

He stepped back and ordered, “Turn around and bend ninety degrees at the waist. Hold on to the web for support.”

She did as he ordered and shimmied back a little bit, giving her generous backside an alluring wiggle, and he landed a couple of playful swats on her ass.

“Oh,” was all sound she made, and she spread her legs a bit further apart for balance. Perfect.

Derek pulled the bottle of lube from his pocket and started to rim her asshole. Sonja clenched her buttocks, and he leaned in closer. “Don’t fight it, baby, let me in.”

“It’s hard, Sir,” she whined.

“What is?” he asked.

“This—you—letting you push a finger inside me. It—it’s gross.”

“Babygirl, nothing about you or what we do is gross, believe me.” He snaked his other hand around to her front and fondled her breasts. In this position, they were dangling down, and he could feel their pleasant weight in his hand. He plumped the flesh and stroked first one then the other nipple. Sonja moaned, and he slipped his finger inside her back passage to his second knuckle. She attempted to rise, but with his upper body leaning over her, she couldn’t. “What color?” he asked.

Sonja took her time to answer him, and he didn’t move.

“Green, Sir.”

“Tell me if we get to yellow.” He pulled out his finger and squirted more lube on her asshole. She shuddered, but when he entered her again, she didn’t protest. As he stretched and teased her ass, he played with her pussy with his other hand until he could feel her muscles quiver and could see her toes curl. He stepped back and took time to clean his hands and prepare the toy.

When he returned to her, she was still maintaining her position, and he said, “You look lovely like this, waiting for my plug. I bought this one especially for you, and I hope you will wear it for a couple of hours every day from now on, so you can get used to it. It’s a small training plug made of silicone, so you don’t have to worry about triggering metal detectors. We’llgradually increase the size, so you’ll be able to enjoy anal when you’re ready for it.”

A sound somewhere between a laugh and a derisive snort came from her, and Derek smiled. After cleaning his hands with baby wipes from his bag, he returned his attention to her clit, bringing her close to orgasm. “Do you want to come, baby?”

“Yes, please,” she whined.

He swirled his finger around and over her clit and ordered, “Come for me!” He pushed the plug home, just before her muscles started to contract against his hand.

He held her shaking body against him as she came down from her climax, and he murmured endearments in her ear. At first, she snuggled against him, trying to catch her breath. After a while, she started to stir and shift her feet.

“Back with me?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered. “I can’t believe I came with a plug in my ass.”

He chuckled. “How does it feel?”

“Not as bad as I remembered. I-I came pretty hard, and to be honest, I think it added to the sensations.”

“Good.” He turned her around so she faced him. “Then, we can continue.” He brought her hands to her sides and clipped the cuffs to the web.

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