Page 37 of Salacious Devotion

He kisses my neck and chuckles. “You didn’t see that coming, did you?”

“No, Sir.”

“I designed it so all the parts of the spanking bench are separate. It will keep you from stepping close to the wall, but you could also kneel on it in front of you if I requested. Step out.”

A moment later, he sets another piece of the apparatus between my legs. The padding from the two leg rests presses against my shins just below my knees.

Now I’m panting. He hasn’t done anything yet except arrange me, but I’m already so horny I can’t think straight. My chest hangs, my ass is thrust out, and my legs are wide. I can’t move closer to the wall or pull my thighs together without climbing onto the bench.

Dane strokes a finger down my spine, making me shiver and moan. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I feel sexy. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us.

He trails that finger down my butt cheek and thigh before dragging it back up on the other side.

I arch forward. His simple touch drives me mad.

Reaching around with both hands, he lightly cups my breasts and taps my nipples. His lips come to my ear. “Fucking. Sexy.”

“Mmm.”

“Are you wet?”

“Yes, Sir.” Wetter every time he asks, which he knows.

“If I took my cock out, could it thrust into you easily without touching you?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice squeaks.

He steps away for a moment and returns with a ball gag. “This isn’t very large. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. It will keep you from using words, but it shouldn’t make you feel like you’re choking. Open your mouth, baby.”

I inhale deeply and part my lips. We’ve never done this before. I’m more vulnerable than ever. I know the gag will make me drool, and that will embarrass me, which is part of the point.

Control. Dane is controlling me in every way. It’s what I crave. It’s one of the things I miss about my old life.

Can I really have that back? I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m having an out-of-body experience. I just arrived here. I don’t know this house yet. It’s not mine. It’s like I’m visiting someone I used to know.

When will it feel like I belong? When will I stop waking up in a panic, wondering if it was all a dream?

I have my hair in a ponytail, and Dane lifts it out of the way to fasten the strap at the back of my head. The snap of the two pieces coming together makes me flinch.

“Hmmm. What are we missing?” he teases, sliding a finger down my spine again. He stops when he reaches my crack. “Oh, that’s right. A plug for this tight little asshole.”

I shudder. His words…

He leans toward my ear again as he teases my rosebud with his finger. “We’ve never included ass play before. You really wanted to pull out all the stops tonight, didn’t you?”

I nod. He’s right. I did. He was the one to suggest the gag and the plug. He did so flippantly, but I was instantly intrigued, and I knew I wanted to push my boundaries tonight. I want to feel.

I’m already panting behind the gag. This scene is more than I expected. I’ve seen people gagged on many occasions, but having my own mouth forced open and giving up speech is not something I could have understood without experiencing it.

A lid pops open, the sound echoing in the room. It’s lube. I know that sound. Dane would never put something in my bottom without making sure I was fully lubricated.

The gel is cold when it touches me, and I squeal as I rock forward.

Dane chuckles. “Chilly?” He strokes my tight hole and circles it, teasing me, making me wish he would just enter me already. “Let’s see how tight your ass is, baby.” He pushes a finger into me.

I rock forward again. There’s no way to avoid him. I’m too restrained by all the items keeping me in place, but my instinct is to try.

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