Page 110 of Going Deep
“Tell me,” he demanded.
Yes, yes, fuck yes. “No.”
“Really?” His tone was exasperated. “Still trying to pretend you’re not dying for this?”
She shook her head frantically, unable to speak. If she opened her mouth she’d scream for him to fuck her, and she didn’t want to end the game so soon.
“You lie to yourself all you want, baby,” he growled, his hands grasping the hem of the skirt and dragging it up over her ass. “Because this pussy is telling me the truth.”
A wave of heat washed over her as her bare ass was exposed to his stroking hands, and she knew the instant he saw what she’d done.
“Fuck.”
Michael stared at the base of the plug splitting Ginger’s ass cheeks and battled for control. He recognized the large metal piece he’d bought to prepare her asshole for his cock. He hadn’t even used it on her yet, contenting himself with taking baby steps, knowing the end prize would be well worth the wait.
But apparently, she’d decided to stop waiting.
He was going to have to have a talk with her about taking the initiative away from her Dom, but much, much later. Right now, he was going to take full advantage of the opportunity she was giving him.
“Ms. Dowling,” he growled, and watched a shiver race over her skin. “You are a dirty, filthy girl.”
“I’m not,” she moaned, the heat and need in her voice belying her words.
“Oh yes, you are,” he returned. He grasped the base of the plug and gave it a gentle tug. He could actually see her pussy spasm as her asshole clenched down. “Only a dirty, filthy girl would put a plug in her own ass. And only a dirty, filthy slut would let me fuck her ass.”
She shivered when he draped himself over her back, pressing her into the desk and grinding his erection into her soft cheeks. “And I am going to fuck your ass, baby. Right now.”
“No,” she moaned, shoving her ass back against him, and he laughed.
“Yeah. Your mouth says no, but your ass says yes.”
He pushed back and grabbed the plug again, watching her body language closely as he pulled on it. Her pussy dripped more cream, her asshole fluttered around the narrow neck of the plug. She let out a whimpering cry and wiggled her hips, and he knew she was trying to get some friction on her clit.
He noted the shine of lube around the plug and approved. She’d used a generous amount, but he was going to need more in order to make this good for both of them. He started to order her to stay put while he went to the bedroom to fetch some, then paused. She’d planned this to happen, and he’d bet that she’d planned thoroughly.
“You lubed up your asshole and shoved this plug in before I got here, didn’t you?” he whispered. He twisted the base of the plug, rotating the smooth metal in her anal cavity. It moved easily, aided by the lube, making her cry out.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Where’d you put the lube, Ms. Dowling?”
“What?” She twisted her head to peer at him over her shoulder.
“The lube.” He gave the plug another twist and hardened his voice. “Where is it? You don’t tell me where it is, I’ll just take you without it.”
She gasped for breath, little whimpering moans the only sound she could make. He watched her struggle to speak, and kept his hand still on the plug so she could concentrate enough to find the words.
“Drawer,” she finally managed to gasp, and he growled with approval.
“Glad to see you’re getting with the program, Ms. Dowling.” He let go of the plug, giving himself the pleasure of watching her ass suck it back in before reaching for the desk drawer.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he eyed the supplies she’d laid in. Leather cuffs, collar, the ball gag he knew she had a love/hate relationship with, his favorite flogger, a butterfly vibe, condoms, and the lube.
“Prepared for anything, weren’t you?” He grabbed a condom and the lube, leaving the rest behind.
“Naughty, naughty, Ms. Dowling. Having all those dirty little toys in your desk.”
She tried to glare at him through lustful eyes. “I confiscated all those things from students.”
