Page 40 of Flog Me, Sir

“You’re fucking perfect,” I told her, dropping my towel.

Her shoulders relaxed the slightest bit, and I found myself wanting—needing—to give her my attention, my praise. She chose to neglect herself for so damn long. I refused to do the same.

“Bend over the bed, Lissa.” I opted for my firm voice rather than the one Rian would call pansy assed, and the sight of her obedience, the globes of her ass mine for the taking brought a groan to my lips.

“So goddamn perfect.” I stepped close and smoothed my hand across her lower back, sliding my fingertips down through her crack.

Lissa widened her legs without being told, a shudder rippling over her, goosebumps rising along her skin as I brushed my fingers over the bare petals of her swollen pussy.

“Did I hurt you?”

“I-I’m a bit tender,” she replied, her voice muffled against the mattress.

Our combined cum—and fresh arousal, I expected from the pulse thrumming once more in her neck—slickened my fingers, and I slid them back upward, lightly rimming her puckered hole.

She gasped, but didn’t clench, didn’t shy away.

“Widen further,” I said, my voice rasped to hell at the thought of her asshole clenching around my dick.

My good little subbie obeyed, giving me a view of the hole I slid my fingertip over. At her relaxed sigh, I hauled off and swatted her with my free hand.

She squeaked and jolted forward, but I kept my slick fingertip against her asshole since she’d given me permission almost two weeks earlier to touch her there.

I swatted again and pressed slightly.

Her muffled moan hit my ears, and I soothed at the red print blooming on her cheek while rimming her with a firmer touch.

Lissa twisted her head to the side, her eyes clenched shut, lips parted on a moan as I slid past her muscle ring, burying my finger to the first knuckle.

“What color are we on that stoplight?” I asked, sounding more casual than I felt.

“Green, Sir.”

I kept my finger inside her and swatted three times in quick succession.

Lissa pressed back after the third, and I gave her what she needed, burying my finger in her ass. “Oh God,” she whispered, hands clenching at the sheets.

“You like my finger in your ass?” I asked, rotating my hand and rubbing deep inside her.

“F-feels strange,” she said, her eyes clenched shut. “But good.”

“Mmm.” I slid my finger out and pushed back in with no resistance. She’d never used toys on herself there, but that was going to change.

I pulled my hand free. “Scoot back onto the bed and roll to your side,” I said, grabbing my towel to wipe my hands.

I took note of her listening in my periphery while I located my bag beside the front door. I’d had high hopes for the weekend and had planned accordingly in the event I got my hands on Lissa before we could make it to the church for play.

Lissa’s focus dropped to my hands as I straightened, and she licked her lower lip.

“Know what this is?” I asked.

Her gaze followed the plug I lifted, and she nodded.

I popped open the cap of the bottle in my other hands as I came to stand beside the bed. Focusing on lubing the toy up good for her virgin ass, I attempted to talk down my dick. No ass play for you tonight, I told myself. But someday...

Cap snapped back in place, I tossed the bottle aside.

Lissa’s widened eyes with a trace of fear in their hazel-brown depths fed the hunger inside me.

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