Page 77 of His to Ruin

“I want your ass filled and your cunt weeping for me all night,” he murmurs as he bends over my back.

He positions the shiny metal toy and slowly pushes it into my rear channel. I keep my breathing slow and even, allowing myself to relax until the plug is all the way in.

“Good girl.” Piotr sweeps my hair aside. His lips find one of my most sensitive zones and his kiss makes my skin tingle. “Stay right there. Like that.”

He disappears into our closet and returns a minute later with a pair of white lacy panties. He helps me step into them and pulls them up so the fabric presses against the base of the plug.

“This is going to be hell,” I grumble.

“Perhaps,” Piotr concedes. “But think about the reward.”

“Will there be a reward?” I ask, playfully biting my bottom lip.

“Of course.” Piotr runs his fingers through my tousled hair. “Now, come on, let’s go before our family gets here.”

I place my hand in his, and he leads me downstairs. As we walk along the corridor, Mila trots past us with another one of Piotr’s shoes in her mouth.

“Mila!” I groan. “Drop it!”

As usual, she ignores me and heads for the kitchen, where she’ll squeeze out through her doggy door into the garden.

Piotr shakes his head. “Looks like someone’s in for another punishment.”

The dark promise in his voice sends a ripple of desire through me. A smile spreads across my lips. Whatever he has in store for me, I can hardly wait.

The End

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