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“I don’t ken about that.” Her voice was a little strained as though she were concentrating fully on what he was doing.

He smiled. That was exactly how it should be. Nothing else existed but him.

After being inside her, knuckle deep, for a full minute he withdrew.

She blew out a long, low breath.

Twisting, but keeping her secure, he sought a special purchase he’d made in Paris. It was a smooth metal dildo, designed for ladies’ rears. With a bar to prevent it being lost internally it was nearly the width of his cock at its widest, though the head was tapered to allow for gentle insertion.

Next to it he’d put a small bottle of oil within reach.

“Keep still for a moment,” he said, releasing her hair.

She didn’t reply and remained submissively positioned over his lap.

“This might feel a wee bit cold and a wee bit strange,” he said as he coated the plug, “but I can assure you, my love, you’ll come to enjoy it very much.”

Chapter Fifteen

Isla stared at the swirling red pattern on the rug only inches from her face. Her pulse was loud in her ears, her bottom was smarting—just the breeze of air over the skin there making her tremble—and her pussy was hot and needy.

And her hole, her most intimate place… it had also become his. Her husband’s. She’d never expected for him to touch her there. Not that she’d hated it; there was something very special about giving herself so entirely to him.

“This might feel a wee bit cold and a wee bit strange,” he said, “but I can assure you, my love, you’ll come to enjoy it very much.”

“Enjoy what?” She twisted to look but could spy nothing from her upturned angle.

“Just relax.”

He tugged her right buttock and cool air washed over her pussy lips and asshole.

She screwed up her eyes, again cringing at the lewd view he had of her. Curling her toes, she tensed, wondering what was coming next. This husband of hers had an imagination she couldn’t predict.

“Take this,” he murmured.

Something cool and smooth pressed against her hole.

“Sir,” she gasped. “What—?”

“It’s for your own good. It will prepare you for me.”

“I don’t understand.” She gasped as the pressure increased and the tight ring of her ass widened.

“You will. That’s it, you’re doing well.”

She blew out a breath through pursed lips and clenched her fists.

As whatever was invading her continued its smooth ride her pussy quivered and her clit pulsed against his thigh. She didn’t hate the sensation, far from it, and it certainly didn’t hurt. It was just strange, as he’d said it would be.

On and on he went, the smooth glide becoming denser until she reached a point where she wasn’t sure if she could take it. “Oh… I…”

“Never fear, you have nearly taken the plug.”

“Plug?”

“Aye, it’s from Paris. Designed for this very purpose.”

“This is what… they do… in Paris?”

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