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“Better,” Ryan murmured, taking another spoonful of ice cream while I worked desperately to bring him pleasure. “My ass girl needs to learn patience.”
I redoubled my efforts, using every technique I’d been taught to worship his massive shaft. My tongue swirled around his head, my lips sealed tightly around his girth as I bobbed my head with increasing desperation. Above me, I could hear him finishing his dessert with maddening calm, as if my eager servicing was simply background entertainment.
When I felt his cock begin to pulse against my tongue, signaling his approaching climax, excitement flooded through me. Finally, I would taste his release, would receive the reward for my devoted service.
But Ryan’s hand suddenly gripped my hair, pulling me off his shaft just as I sensed he was about to explode. I gasped for air, staring up at him with confusion and desperate need.
“The dishes need to be washed,” he said matter-of-factly, tucking himself back into his pants. “Go take care of them now.”
I stared at him in shock, my mouth still tingling from his use. “But sir,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, “weren’t you about to?—”
“Were you going to question my decision?” he asked, his voice carrying that dangerous edge that made my stomach clench with fear and arousal.
“No, sir,” I said quickly, scrambling to my feet on unsteady legs. “I’ll do the dishes right away.”
The walk to the kitchen felt endless, each step sending the plug deeper into my bottom while my body ached with unfulfilled need. My hands shook as I filled the sink with hot, soapy water, the mundane task feeling surreal after what had just happened. I could still taste Ryan on my tongue, could still feel the phantom pressure of his hand in my hair as he’d denied me the completion I’d been working toward.
I washed each dish with trembling fingers, hyperaware of how the apron barely covered my nakedness, how the plug made every movement a reminder of my submission. My pussy throbbed with desperate need, and I found myself pressing my thighs together as I worked, seeking any relief from the aching tension.
When the last plate was dried and put away, I turned to find Ryan standing in the kitchen doorway, watching me with those intense blue eyes that seemed to see straight through to my soul.
“Follow me,” he said simply, turning toward the hallway.
I walked behind him on unsteady legs, the plug shifting with each step as we made our way to our bedroom. Our bedroom, where everything had changed between us just days ago, where I’d faked so many responses while craving exactly what he was giving me now.
“Stand here,” Ryan commanded, positioning me in front of the full-length mirror that hung on our closet door. I blinked athim, frowning, then looked in the mirror. I swallowed hard as I saw myself, clad in nothing but the apron, my hair disheveled and my eye makeup smudged.
“No,” Ryan said. “Turn around and look at the mirror over your shoulder.”
My cheeks filled with heat as I understood what my husband wanted me to see.
I turned around as he commanded, my breath catching in my throat as I saw my reflection over my shoulder. The emerald jewel of the butt plug caught the bedroom light, sparkling obscenely between my spread cheeks as Ryan pressed on my shoulders, to bend me slightly and give me a better view of the lewd reflection. The sight of the jewel nestled so intimately in my bottom made my face burn with shame, but I couldn’t look away.
“Beautiful,” Ryan murmured. His warm hands settled on my hips, holding me in position as we both stared at my reflection. “Do you see how perfectly it suits your little butt? How it marks you as mine?”
I whimpered softly, unable to deny how the jeweled plug looked nestled between my cheeks. It was elegant and degrading at the same time, a marker of my submission that would stay with me until he decided to remove it.
“The welts from your paddling are very pretty,” Ryan observed, his fingers tracing the fading marks across my bottom. I gasped at the contact, my skin still tender from the thorough discipline he’d given me at the facility. “But I’m sure you’ll need fresh ones soon. To remind you of your place.”
His touch became more possessive as he explored my marked flesh, his palms cupping and squeezing while I watched in the mirror. He fondled me casually, as if my body were simply his property to examine.
“I have so many plans for this perfect ass,” he continued, his voice thick with authority as his fingers traced around the baseof the plug. “I’m going to train you to take bigger toys, to stay plugged for longer periods. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be able to accommodate anything I choose to put inside you.”
I sobbed softly at his words, my reflection showing a woman completely owned and claimed. The apron barely covered my front while my plugged bottom was fully displayed, my face flushed with shame and unwanted arousal.
“And this sweet little pussy,” Ryan said, one hand moving between my thighs to cup my dripping sex, “is going to learn to come on command. No more faking, no more pretending. Just honest responses to your husband’s touch.”
His fingers explored my wetness with confident strokes, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my lips. In the mirror, I could see how wanton I looked—bent over slightly with my husband’s hands claiming every intimate part of me while the jeweled plug sparkled between my cheeks.
“Please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily against his touch. “Please, sir, I need?—”
“You need what I give you, when I give it to you,” Ryan interrupted firmly, his fingers stilling against my aching flesh. “Now take out your plug and wash it. Then it’s time for bed.”
CHAPTER 23
Heather
My hands shookas I reached behind me, my fingers finding the jeweled base of the plug nestled between my burning cheeks. The cool metal felt foreign against my trembling fingertips as I tried to grip it properly. I closed my eyes, bit my lip.
