Page 24 of Cruel Master

Gaven’s hand fell back onto my lower back, urging me silently to remain still as he filled me. “Shhhh,” he whispered. “It’s just to get you ready for your plug.”

“Plug?” I tried to look back, but it was hard to see anything as he kept his hands low.

“When I pull it out, I want you to clench and try to keep as much of the lube in as you can,” he ordered.

I gritted my teeth, but knowing him—if I resisted, then it would only cause me pain, and not the fun kind. So, when he pulled the lube free, I did as he commanded and clenched down, squeezing against the weird liquid sloshing against my insides. Some of it still leaked out, I could feel it smearing against the inside of my asscheeks.

Gaven left once more, long enough this time that I found myself leaning forward into the mattress as my head bowed again. When he returned, I didn’t even have the energy to prop myself back up. I just left my ass up and waited for him. He would do what he wanted regardless.

Cold metal touched my backside. I blinked, my eyes sliding open as I turned my head. “What is that?” I demanded.

“Your final punishment,” he said. “Now, open for it.”

I winced, but did as he ordered and let myself ease my clenched asshole. The strange metal was smooth but wide. It burned as it entered—stretching my hole around the widest part. “Master!” I arched back, a sob escaping.

“I know, sweetheart,” Gaven said, gently stroking my ass. It was quickly growing sore, but that soreness was shifting into something memorable. Later tonight, when I fell asleep, I’d do so with the reminder of what we did today. “Almost there…”

“It hurts…”

“It’s a punishment, Angel,” Gaven said calmly.

I hated that response. I clenched my teeth and on the next push, the metal plug was pushed all the way in and my asshole closed around a small dip. I sighed as relief moved through me.

That relief, however, was short-lived. A hard, metal rod protruded from my ass, connected to the base of the plug, and it pressed against the inside of my cheeks. Gaven reached up and twisted it, causing the plug inside to expand and open. I screamed, jolting forward against the mattress as if I could run from the thing in my ass, but it was too late.

Gaven grabbed a hold of my hips and dragged me backwards. Then with fast movements, he finished twisting the bulb and my asshole contracted as it expanded inside. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it was a shocking sensation. My insides were clamped down on the thing inside of me. It burned. It ached. It made me feel impossibly full.

“There, there, shhhh.” I didn’t realize I was crying until Gaven’s voice reached my ears. “You did so well, love. So fucking well. You took the pear with grace.”

Pear? Was that what this thing was? What the fuck kind of pear went inside a person’s asshole? Gaven didn’t explain and I was too focused on the strangeness of it inside of me and the pressure I felt against my belly to ask.

He must have sensed my quickly deteriorating mind because Gaven gently pulled me off of the bed and lifted me into his arms. I’d stopped expecting kind treatment from the man who had me locked up—the same one that I’d been forced to marry five years ago—but at this moment, he acted as if he wanted to prove me wrong.

Striding across the room, Gaven took a seat and cradled me in his arms as he stroked my face and hair. I felt like a child in his arms, small and fragile. Yet, there was no denying the inherently sexual spark between us. His cock had been tucked back into his pants, but it still rested—rock hard—against my side as he held me on his lap.

His fingers moved through my hair, pushing the strands back and away from my face as my pussy leaked and my ass throbbed. I was impossibly aware of the foreign object inside of me and after several minutes, I finally felt strong enough to lift my gaze to his.

Crystal clear blue eyes found mine. His face was etched with hunger, a greed so deep that I was shocked he hadn’t yet pressed me back to my knees and taken my throat in the same manner as he had before. Instead, he was forcing himself to hold me, tocarefor me through the shock of what he’d done.Why?

Why now was he showing me consideration?It wasn’t fair. Did he know that? Was it all part of his plan or was this the real Gaven? My heart thudded rapidly against the inside of my ribcage, a violent and needy creature. I bit down on my lip.Hard. My insides trembled and my mind was a riot of confusion. If Gaven truly cared for me beyond that of what I could bring him as a princess of the Price Syndicate … then it made the place we now found ourselves both tragic and beautiful.

“Do you feel better now?” he asked.

I blinked at him, his question detangling my feelings better than any other antidote could have. I sucked in a breath and offered him a bland glare.Better?No, I did not feel better. I had a strange plug in my ass that was stretching me to the limit and building up a constant uncomfortable pressure. His thumb came up and brushed away the wetness of tears from my cheek.

“I know you’re new to these things, love, but I promise, everything I do is to help you understand your role.”

“My role…” I repeated his words as his hand descended from my face. Gaven’s fingers touched my throat and I arched my head back, keeping my eyes locked on him. His face was focused, his lips twisted with the curve of pleasure and victory.Was that I was to him?

It was clear he was pleased by his actions. His hand moved down more, trailing from my throat to my breasts. He pinched one nipple and twisted it until I gasped and shoved it further into his palm. Between my legs, fresh wetness slid down the crack of my ass, towards the base of the plug. I squirmed in his lap.

He released my nipple and followed my abdomen until his fingers pressed between my legs.

“Yes,” he said as I quickly grew distracted by the thumb he slid over my clit. “As a submissive, it’s your role to please your Dom.”

“And…” I breathed. “It pleases you to hurt me?”

His eyes caught on mine and he arched a brow. “You like everything I do to you, Angel,” he replied.

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