Page 4 of Mastered By Bliss

Her trepidation shouldn’t get me so hard, but I can’t deny that it does.Not to her, not even to myself.

Still, I’m notthatmuch of a sadist.I sit on the edge of the bed.“Up on my lap, sweetheart.Let’s talk about it.”

I arrange her so she’s straddling me, the heat of her cunt pressed against the ridge of my eager cock.I curse the jeans I’m wearing, while grateful; they keep me from plunging right into her.

I stroke the curve of her ass, soothing.And, I hope, arousing.“Why don’t you want to wear the plug?”

She burrows her head against my chest.“It’s—it’s so big.And it’s dirty.”

I grab the base of her ponytail and tug her head back so I can look into her eyes.“No part of you is dirty.If Daddy wants to touch you there, don’t you think he should?”

“I’m embarrassed.”She presses harder against me.

“I guess I’ll have to show you how good it can be.I’ll help you through every step of the way.”I kiss the corner of her mouth.“Will you try this with me?We’ll stop whenever you want.”

She kisses me back, her lips eager.I let her have her way for a long moment.I think she secretly wants the plug, but she doesn’t know how to admit it.

“Leah, sweetheart.”I pull back from the kiss.“Are you going to try?”

After a deep breath, she nods.“I’ll try.”

“That makes me very happy to hear.Not just for me—but for you.I think you’ll love this.”I ease her off my lap and stroke the curve of her hip, toward her backside.“Up here, on your hands and knees.Safe word is red.”

While she gets into position, I unwrap the plug and take it into the bathroom to wash it with soap and water.I grab a bottle of lube and return to the bedroom.There, I feast on the vision before me.

Leah is gorgeous positioned against my dark gray sheets, the faint lamplight illuminating her curves and hollows.I remove my shirt but keep my jeans on.

I kneel behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart.“Let me look at you.”

She hides her face against the mattress.“This is so embarrassing.”

“My fingers have been here before.”I stroke the little opening.“You liked it then.”

Her answering whine is music to my ears.She needs to be eased into this, however.Instead of going directly to penetration, I use my other hand to gently stroke her cunt.Nothing directly against her clit, but playing in her wetness, stoking her pleasure.Soon, she’s panting.Her hips move subtly to push her cunt against my hand.

With my other hand, I stroke her asshole.

Leah gasps.

“See, it isn’t bad.”I continue stroking.Patient.Unyielding.I lube up the plug and play with it against her hole.

She tries to wiggle forward even while moaning.

A little slap to the ass and, “Stay still for Daddy,” puts her back in place.“Good girl.”

I ease the plug partway in before pulling it out.It’s thicker than my fingers so I’m stretching her, helping her get used to its thickness.

“Daddy, please.”She clutches the sheets.

“Please stop?”I hold the plug still.“Or please keep going?”

“I—keep going.”Her voice is faint, but clear.“Please?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.Push out, sweetheart.It’ll be easier, I promise.”

When she does as I ask, it helps the plug fit all the way in.

“So beautiful.”I tap the blue-jeweled base, watching it sparkle in the soft lamplight.“How does it feel?”

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