Page 77 of Body and Soul

Shepherd nodded slowly. “I see. Well, impact play is not a major interest of mine in terms of sexual pleasure. I much prefer other forms of stimulation and domination.” He paused, tapping his pen against the contract. “That said, I do use impact play as a punishment sometimes, for disobedience or breaking rules. Though, being honest, I'm not convinced it would be a particularly effective deterrent for you.”

I couldn't help but cock my head curiously at that. “Why do you say that, Sir?”

“Well,” Shepherd mused, tapping his pen against his full lips. “I imagine denying you the privilege of sucking my cock would be quite effective. Forcing you to suck a plastic dildo while I stroked myself just out of reach instead...”

I whimpered, my mouth watering with the phantom taste of Shepherd's thick cock on my tongue. Fuck, why was that so hot? The thought of being made to worship and serve Shepherd in such a degrading way, debasing myself for his amusement...it lit a fire inside me, even as it made my cheeks flush with humiliation.

I squirmed in my seat, Shepherd's dark promises making my head spin with a dizzying mix of humiliation and desperate arousal. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, to make me ache for his dominance in ways I'd never imagined.

“I think that covers the main points I wanted to discuss,” Shepherd said smoothly, setting his pen down. “As always, we’ll discuss this again tomorrow night and every Sunday after for the duration of the contract, making changes as needed. Do you have any other questions or concerns about the amendments to our contract, Eli?”

I swallowed hard, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. “No, Sir. I understand and agree with everything we've discussed.”

“Excellent.” Shepherd slid the contract across the table to me. “Then let's both sign and make it official, shall we?”

With a shaking hand, I scrawled my signature on the line below Shepherd's elegant script. As I watched the ink dry, a shiver of anticipation rolled through me. I was really doing this. Giving myself over to Shepherd completely, trusting him with my body and pleasure and submission...

“Good boy,” Shepherd praised as I handed the contract back to him. He tucked it neatly into the folder and stood. “Now, I believe you have a task to complete today, don't you?”

My stomach flipped, a fresh wave of nerves and excitement crashing over me as I remembered. The plug.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice coming out slightly breathless.

I followed Shepherd to his bedroom, my heart pounding faster with each step. He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled outa sleek black silicone butt plug, holding it up for me to see. It was bigger than I expected, with a flared base and a tapered tip. My hole clenched looking at it.

“This is going inside you today,” Shepherd informed me, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “It has a remote controlled vibrator that I'll be controlling. You are not allowed to come until I give you permission. You’re not to remove it for any reason without my permission. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathed, my cock already aching and leaking in my sweats.

“Good. Now strip.”

I obeyed quickly, shucking off my clothes and folding them with shaky hands. Then I stood naked before him, my stiff cock jutting out obscenely. Shepherd's dark gaze raked over my tattooed body, lingering on the glinting metal through the head of my dick. I had to fight the urge to cover myself, unused to being so exposed and vulnerable.

“Bend over the bed,” Shepherd ordered. “Legs spread.”

I did as I was told, the cool sheets a shock against my overheated skin as I lay my chest on the mattress and reached back to spread my ass cheeks wide. I heard the snick of a bottle cap and then Shepherd's slick fingers were probing at my entrance, massaging until I opened up for him.

I felt the blunt tip of the plug nudging against my tight hole, cold and unyielding compared to Shepherd's warm fingers. I breathed out slowly, trying to relax as he applied steady pressure until the widest part popped past my rim with a stretch and burn that made me gasp.

“Ah! Oh fuck...” I panted as Shepherd worked the thick silicone deeper, my body clenching and fluttering around the unforgiving intrusion. It felt huge, splitting me open, pressing against sensitive nerve endings I didn't even know I had.

“That's it, relax and take it,” Shepherd coaxed, his deep voice soothing even as his strong hands held me in place, preventing me from squirming away. “You're doing so well, Eli. Look at you, opening up so beautifully for me.”

His praise washed over me, making me feel warm and tingly all over, even as the plug's relentless pressure took my breath away. With one last firm push, I felt the wide base nestle snugly between my cheeks.

I was panting now, sweat beading on my skin as I adjusted to the foreign fullness. It felt so strange but so good, the weight and stretch igniting pleasure receptors deep inside me. The plug was pressed right up against a spot that made sparks go off behind my eyelids every time I clenched around it. My prostate, I realized distantly. Fuck.

I let out a shaky breath as I gingerly pushed myself upright, the plug shifting inside me with every movement. It was an insistent pressure, impossible to ignore, but not painful. Just... full. Stretching me in a way I'd never experienced before.

Shepherd stood back, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in my flushed cheeks and trembling limbs. “Good boy,” he praised, making me shiver. “Now, go start on your chores. I expect this house to be spotless by the time I'm done with some calls. And remember—no coming without permission.”

“Yes, Sir,” I managed, my voice already wrecked.

I wobbled out of the bedroom on unsteady legs, hyper aware of the thick silicone splitting me open with every step. It brushed against that magic spot inside me with even the slightest movement, sending sparks of intense pleasure zipping up my spine. My cock bobbed heavily between my legs, flushed an angry red and dripping steadily onto the hardwood floor as I made my way downstairs.

Dishes first, I decided. I filled the sink with hot, soapy water and scrubbed the pots and pans from breakfast, trying to ignore the plug's distracting fullness. It wasn't so bad, I reasoned. Weird and a little uncomfortable, sure, but nothing I couldn't handle.

As I rinsed a frying pan, the plug buzzed to life, making me yelp and drop it with a clatter.

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