Page 52 of Dance of Ruin

That throb is back.

Stronger than ever.

“What were you thinking about,” Nico murmurs, “when you rubbed that messy little pussy last night?”

My body locks up as my eyes bulge in shock.

I say nothing.

“I asked you a question,” he growls.

I don’t answer. Ican’t.

So he answers for me.

“Was it what happened yesterday?” he taunts. “Did you think about my thick fingers in your tight, wet pussy while you came like a good little slut?”

I shut my eyes.

But I don’t let go.

I keep holding myself open for him, breath shallow, legs trembling.

Suddenly, I gasp sharply when I feel something cool and slick drizzle down my ass and drip between my thighs.

My eyes fly open and I start to turn.

“Ah-ah-ah. Stay right where you fucking are,” Nico commands in a brooding, almost sultry tone, his voice low.

I shiver when he dribbles more of whatever-it-is between my cheeks, letting it drip over my asshole and pussy lips.

I suddenly realize that it’s lube.

The softclickof the bottle being set down is deafening.

“I think it’s time we explored some new territory,” Nico murmurs.

My entire body tenses.

“I—” My voice breaks.

“I didn’t tell you to talk,” Nico murmurs. “I told you to hold yourself open.”

I bite down on my lower lip hard enough to sting, fighting my rising panic. Suddenly my eyes bulge as something presses teasingly against my ass. I open my mouth to say something.

Then I shut it again.

He didn’t tell me to talk.

Heat rises to my face, my cheek throbbing against the cool wood of the desk. I can feel Nico twisting whatever it is—smooth, thin, with a rounded tip of some kind. Maybe rubber, or silicone.

Then he starts to push. My breath catches, my body trembling at the unfamiliar sensation of penetration back there. As he slowly twists it into me, I can feel myself tightening around the gradually widening object. Just as I get to the point where I’m about to tell him that I can’t, that it’s too much, the whole thing suddenly thins back down.

I shiver at the slight popping sensation of the object as it slips into my ass, my ring tightening around the base of it, a much wider, flatter part resting against me.

Holy fuck. It’s a butt plug.

My mind and body try to process the invasion as my ears ring with both shame and dark excitement.

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