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“Can you explain what you expect of me?” She already felt more open to the idea.

“I want you to start wearing a plug about the size of my thumb for a couple of hours a day. Say, from dinner until you get ready for bed,” he explained. “You’ll do that for three days. The next three days, you move up to a bigger plug during the same time, and when you’re at the biggest plug, we’re going to increase the time you’re wearing it, like from the moment you get home from work until bedtime.”

She nodded. It didn’t sound pleasant, but doable.

“How long does this go on?” She still couldn’t think about that.

“At least until your little asshole is stretched enough to be able to take my cock. We’ll re-evaluate then.”

Sonja squirmed.

“Tell me, babygirl,” Derek said in a soft voice, although the demand was there.

“Um, well, I was wondering, I—” Sonja threw her head back in exasperation. “Well, I need to use the bathroom.” She pressed her hands between her knees to prevent herself from touching her hot cheeks. The conversation made her embarrassed and slightly disturbed.

“I’ll take it out for you now; and after you’ve taken care of business, I’ll show you how to clean the plug. Then we’ll re-lube it and put it back in. Always use plenty of lube. I’ll get you a lube launcher to make it easier,” Derek answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

“How come you don’t find this awkward?” she asked.

He chuckled and pried her hands from between her knees, to place a kiss on top of her fingers. “These are just functions of the body, baby. It’s as natural as eating and breathing, nothing to feel self-conscious about.” His hazel eyes met hers as he watched her. “Will you do it?”

She sighed. “Yes, Sir, I will.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

They were sitting in Derek’s living room instead of going to Club Indigo. Sonja was wearing the smallest butt plug for the third evening in a row. She still wasn’t sure what she thought about it, but it was easier to insert now, and she was getting used to its weight as she moved around her apartment in the evening. Having it in her ass did remind her of Derek, and it wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly, but she didn’t believe she would want to wear it all the time. She had started to vacuum with it in the first night, and the vibration had made her exceptionally horny. She had decided after that to get her chores done before it was time to insert it.

“Tell me about your first week wearing the butt plug,” Derek said.

“It was okay. I thought about you a lot while I had it in,” Sonja replied. “I wasn’t so sure about it on Thursday when I realized I had forgotten to buy chicken for the curry I was cooking and had to wear it to the store. The drive was, uh, different. At the store, it felt like I was walking funny, and I was sure the cashier knew I had something up my ass.”

Derek chuckled. “I rather doubt that.”

Sonja laughed. “You’re probably right, but it really felt obvious to me. And sexy in a weird way.”

“Good to know. I want you to think of me, but let’s move on to the business of the evening. Are you ready to discuss ageplay some more?”

Sonja was apprehensive about the topic, but it was long overdue. Derek had previously explained to her that ageplay, like other aspects of BDSM, was about consenting adults and had nothing to do with children. In fact, most play with Littles was non-sexual. Pedophiles were no more welcome in ageplay circles than anywhere else in society. Her second misgiving about ageplay was the fear that he wanted an adult baby, but Derek had promised her he wasn’t into that, and if she regressed that far, he would find her another Daddy Dom to take care of her needs. Sonja shuddered at the idea of running around in diapers, so she wasn’t afraid of that.

Derek picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “From what you told me, your father left you and your mom when you were four, right?”

“That’s right. I don’t remember much about him. Gran told me about him later. Apparently, he wasn’t bad or neglectful during the time he was with my mom and me. I think my dad was just easygoing and didn’t want the responsibility and trouble of a sick partner and a young child. He couldn’t cope with Mom’s illness and walked out on us,” Sonja answered. “My mom and I went to live with her mother so that she could help Mom through chemo and with me. When Mom died two years later, it was only Gran and me.”

“You stayed with your grandmother for the rest of your childhood?”

“Um, well, yes—that is—until she passed away, too.” Sonja said a silent prayer he wouldn’t pry.

“But you were an adult then?”

So much for praying.

Sonja whispered, “Almost.”

Derek shot upright and pinned her with a stare. “What do you mean, almost?”

“I buried my grandmother four months and six days before my eighteenth birthday,” Sonja answered.

“Did you go into foster care or a group home?”

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