Page 59 of Prince of Control
“I know,” I soothe, returning to caressing her ass. I love seeing the bloom of my red handprints on her pale skin.
“This is what happens when you’ve been naughty, Lara,” I tell her, making my voice stern again. I pry her cheeks apart and dribble a dollop of lubricant over her asshole. She lets out a warbling mew that sounds like one part fear, one part arousal.
“I’m going to fuck your ass with this plug, printsessa.” I bring the bulbous end of a stainless steel plug to her back hole.
She makes a little whine of protest, which I ignore. I nudge her anus with the head of the plug, applying a little pressure and then withdrawing. I set it down and spank her again with my hand a little harder this time.
“Are you going to take your ass-fucking like a good girl?”
“Nyet.”
I chuckle and rub between her legs, giving her the experience of pleasure before I return to her punishment. “Let me make it easier for you.” I return to my cabinet of toys and pull out a vibrator. I rub it with lube and then tease her folds with it, gliding it up to her clit. At the same time, I lean forward and kiss, then bite one of her ass cheeks.
“Ahh-ah,” she warbles.
I keep the vibrator at her clit, and with my other hand, bring the head of the plug back to her anus and apply gentle pressure. She squeezes against the intrusion. “Take a deep breath, malyshka.” I wait until she complies. “Now, as you blow it out, push back on this plug, so I can get it in.”
She freezes, breath held for a moment, then slowly exhales. I apply more pressure to the plug. She moans as her back hole yawns open to take the plug.
“Good girl,” I praise. “You’re doing so well. Keep pushing for me.”
I get the fattest part of the plug past her entrance, and it seats inside her. “That’s it, printsessa.” I gently pump and twist the plug, providing sensation to all the nerve endings that ring the anus.
“This is how I punish my naughty wife. This is the position you will find yourself in every time you disobey me.” I riff with the dirty dom talk. “We’ll take a trip to the dungeon together. And when we leave, you’ll be sore, and I’ll be satisfied.”
I’m probably going overboard. I know her body responds to dominance, but her mind rebels against my control. I could be royally fucking this up right now.
But she whimpers and moans and her arousal drips between her legs. Goddamn, her ass and pussy look so pretty presented to me over that spanking bench.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise. My dick is harder than granite. “Now it’s time for your spanking.”
“No,” she whimpers.
“You’re getting a spanking. I just found you with another man’s hands on you, malyshka.”
I pick up the leather paddle and give her two firm slaps across the middle of her ass. When she takes them without fuss, I continue, keeping it light and rewarding her with caresses in between. After a dozen, I stop and admire the pink hue of her cheeks and pump the butt plug again. As I unhook the ankle straps, I tell her, “Here’s what’s going to happen, printsessa. You’re going to keep that plug in your gorgeous ass while you walk upstairs and wait for me in our bedroom.” I free her wrists and help her up, sliding the hem of her dress down her thighs. “Understand?”
She doesn’t answer. She tries to pick up her panties, but I snag them first.
“I’ll keep these.” I tuck them in my pocket. “I want that pretty ass naked except for your butt plug when you walk up to our room.” I slide my hands around her shoulders and back, making sure she still feels held by me. Caressed. Cherished.
Making her go upstairs without me is a power move that she might not be ready for.
I nip her ear and make my voice dark and seductive. “Hold that plug tight between your cheeks and think about what I’m going to do to you when I get up there.”
She shifts from foot to foot, clearly getting used to the sensation of having the plug inside her ass.
“When you get upstairs, you can touch yourself if you need to.” I stroke between her legs as a demonstration. Her hands fly to my chest, and I see her pupils blown wide with lust. “When I come up, I’m going to give you a good fucking, so you’ll remember who you belong to.”
Lara
Baron squeezes my ass possessively. There’s a part of me that wants to resist all of this–a part that still wants to punish Baron for not being straight with me about why we had to get married. About what role I’m serving as the pawn in their game. I keep thinking if I could figure that out, I can figure my way out of this. But he’s not talking.
But that part has been drugged by his dominance. No part of me doesn’t want to be touched by him right now, in whatever way he wants to touch me. Even if that means plugging my ass and spanking me with a leather slapper. I’m beyond turned on–dripping wet and braindead.
The only part I don’t like right now is the idea of leaving Baron. Everything feels right in these moments when his attention is on me. When he’s directing me, dominating me, making me feel like I’m the center of the Universe.
But when he’s not, I’m reminded of how alone I am here. How I can’t trust anyone, and I don’t have friends. How Baron will chase away any friends I make. At least any male ones.
