Page 11 of The Assignment: Room 3

“Anal.”

“What about it?”

“I’ve never done it before.” She smooths down the front of her dress, her eyes cast to the floor.

“What?” I’m genuinely gobsmacked. She’s got to be screwing with me.

“Don’t be so surprised. The Dom who trained me didn’t like anal, and the Dom I had here wasn’t exactly great in the training department. It was a bit of a one-way street with him, hence why we no longer have a contract.”

“Holy. Shit. What was wrong with them? You could bounce a quarter off your ass. It’s ripe for the taking.”

“They didn’t think so.”

“Then they’re fucking idiots.” I lead her to a sleek cabinet with the perfect training plugs, remove a set, and hand them to her. “Here.”

“Why are you giving them to me? I don’t have a Dom.”

“You don’t actually need one for this. It’s just a process of starting small and slowly getting your ass prepared for a good fuck when you’re ready.”

“How do I know when to change them out for the next size?” There are three in the set.

“If you have any questions, you can text me. Start with the smallest, make sure it is covered in lube, and bend over your bed with your legs spread. Ease it in. You don’t want to hurt yourself. Do that for a week before moving to the next one.”

“When and for how long in a day?”

“I make my subs wear it all day long, so they are on the edge of orgasm every time they move. By the time they get here, they are wet and ready to detonate.”

She clears her throat, and I can see she’s a little flustered at the thought. “That sounds…”

“Look at me, Celest.” She does as she’s told. “I want you to take this home and start tomorrow. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it, and so will your next Dom.”

“Have you ever had one used on you?”

“If you were my sub, you’d be getting a good paddle for asking that question.”

“But we’re friends, so it doesn’t count.”

“Sorry, my nosey little friend, I don’t share those details with subs.”

“Oh, come on! I just shared a kink, and you gifted me with butt plugs. I deserve some juicy gossip on you.”

I step toward her, close enough that she’ll feel my breath on her cheek as I lean in. “Nope.”

A sly grin creeps at the corner of her lips, “You’re mean.”

“What’s with everyone tonight? I’m not the bad guy.”

“Everyone?”

“Eli basically said I beat women for shits and giggles. Jenna was here, acting like I was trying to corrupt her on the voyeur floor.”

“Were you trying to corrupt her? She’s not a sub, is she?”

“Not yet. She’s curious, though. Why else would she spend so much time here? It’s the old adage. The lady doth protest too much.”

“And you want to corrupt her?”

“No. Maybe.”

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