Page 38 of Pretty Plaything
Completely wet.
A smile tilts my lips.
“You liked that butt plug, didn’t you?” I say as I get up. “I have one that’s a little bit bigger. You’re going to love it.”
“No, don’t!”
I find the plug and coat it in lube right in front of her. Her eyes are transfixed to me, as if she’s unable to look away, her lips parted.
She wants it, but she’s not willing to admit it, not even to herself.
I grip the spreader bar and lift her legs up. When the tip of the plug touches her tight opening, she shudders.
“Please,” she whispers.
I don’t think she wants me to stop.
“Relax and breathe,” I say.
The plug breaches her barrier as I slowly push it inside her, and her cry turns into a moan. I give the plug a few tugs to make sure it’s firmly in place as she squirms.
Then I grab a blindfold and cover her eyes. She tries to turn her head away, but I tie the blindfold behind her head.
I watch her for a few moments, committing the sight in front of me to memory, and start for the door. Before I leave, I adjust the temperature on the heater so that the room stays warm enough.
“Alessandro?” she calls out, but I close the door, blocking out her voice.
I smile to myself as I stroll down the hallway.
Sienna is just the perfect pretty plaything.
Willing and unwilling at the same time.
It’s an intoxicating combination.
She almost makes me forget why I even married her.
Almost.
