Page 36 of Ravaged Innocence

His lips pull tight into his signature demonic grin. “I will. Kicking and screaming won’t matter. I’ll put you over my knee, spank you until you beg me to fuck you, and then I’ll plug your tight little hole anyway.” His left eyebrow arches. “I might like that better.”

“I’ll get the dress on.” I dart beneath his arm and run to the closet, pulling the door shut once I’m safely inside.

Of course, the damn thing fits amazingly over my curves and hits perfectly just above my knee. The fabric is softer than anything I’ve felt before and to top it all off—there are pockets!

“There’s a box of jewelry in there on the shelf. Pick a nice necklace,” he calls through the door. My teeth clench. This is really all too much. Having such nice things makes me nervous. What if I break the necklace, or spill soup on the dress, or scuff the shoes? I can’t afford to replace these things, even if he would let me.

All dressed, I swing the door open to find Luka standing on my side of the bed holding a small bottle of lubricant. A gray hand towel from the bathroom is laid out on the bed, and the damn plug is sitting there, mocking me.

“Come here, Pchelka, and climb on the bed.” He points to the pillow he’s put in the middle for me. “Press your face into the pillow, reach back, and pull your ass cheeks apart for me.” He sounds so clinical.

“Maybe I should do it myself,” I offer, my cheeks already flaming at the idea of him seeing me in the described position.

“No. I want to watch as your ass sucks up the plug.” He grins again. The bastard is enjoying my humiliation. “It will be almost as sweet as watching my cock sink into it later.”

I swallow back the fear choking me. No matter how dark his humor, or how satanic his grin, this is Luka, and he won’t harm me. He’ll make it hurt if he wants to, but he won’t harm me.

I try not to dig too deeply into that thought pattern as I make my way to the bed. Only a few short days ago, I would have sworn there wasn’t a difference.

Luka is teaching me all sorts of things.

“Over you go.” He holds out his hand for me and helps me climb onto the bed. I get on my hands and knees before lowering my cheek into the pillow.

His large, warm hands gather the skirt of the dress and toss it over my back, fully exposing my bare ass. I groan and clench my eyes. This can’t get more embarrassing.

“Reach back, Avery. Pull your cheeks apart for me,” he reminds me.

I was wrong. It can and probably will get more embarrassing.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” I mutter as I grab hold of my cheeks and pry them apart for him. The chill of the air blows against my most secret of places, and my body immediately clenches shut. This is supposed to be an exit only zone, after all.

“Relax,” he orders as though it’s something I can just make happen because he deems it so. “Do you need me to finger your pussy first? If you have an orgasm, will that help?” His silky voice tempts me.

A cool gel leaks onto my puckered ass just before his thick finger smears it over my opening. “No?” he asks when I remain silent. “Your pussy is already wet, Pchelka. I can see your juices already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

I grind my teeth together. I’m not going to participate in this. I won’t play his game.

“I’ll take your silence as a no.” The lid of the lubricant snaps shut just before the bottle drops onto the hand towel. A second later the rounded tip of the plug presses against my pucker.

“Luka,” I breathe out his name.

“Be a good girl and push back at me. It will make it easier.” He pushes the plug past the tight ring of muscle and immediately there’s a burning sensation. “It will get easier,” his calm voice assures me as he begins to twist the plug this way and that. Another push, then more twisting, then another push.

“Deep breath, Pchelka,” he tells me, and I obediently suck in a long breath. “Good girl.” He mutters just as he pushes the thickest part of the plug past my ring. There’s a moment of pain. Then it subsides. “There. Your ass is holding the plug nicely.” He pats my right ass cheek. “Are you not talking to me?”

“I’m concentrating,” I mutter into the pillow.

“It’s in. You can get up now. Get your shoes on.” He pulls the dress back down over my ass and grabs the bottle and towel.

“I need panties.”

“No, you don’t.”

“What if this thing falls out?” I ask as I gingerly move off the bed. Every movement makes the plug send a reminder to the rest of me of its presence.

Once I’m on my feet, he kisses me. A soft, quick kiss.

“If it falls out, you’ll pick it up and ask me to wash it and put it back in,” he whispers. “So, you better be sure it doesn’t fall out before we get home.”

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