Page 78 of The Sadist and the Brat

“I know.” He winked at her. “Lie back.”

She grumbled, but obeyed, her heart pounding. She could feel it everywhere—her fingers, her toes, her nipples, and especially in her pussy. Her clit felt like one big, exposed nerve.

“This is a little bigger than the plug I used last time,” he said, his tone almost conversational, and she felt a cool pressure against her asshole. “But since it’s silicone rather than glass, I’m sure you can take it.”

“How much bigger is ‘a little’?” she asked, alarmed. The plug he’d used before had been almost more than she could handle. Sure, part of that was because glass was solid, with no give, but size had plenty to do with it. If this one was bigger…

“A trifling amount, really.” The pressure increased. “Hardly worth mentioning.”

“My ass,” she choked out and began to pant.

“It certainly is,” he said with a chuckle. “Breathe, Sadie.”

She sucked in air and blew it back out, trying not to hyperventilate as the plug advanced. He was going slowly, and her asshole was well trained, but he hadn’t been kidding about big. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“That’s not a safeword,” he reminded her, and advanced it a few millimeters more.

“Yellow, you bastard,” she choked out, blinking furiously to clear her vision. She was panting like a sprinter, her hands clenched into fists, brain buzzing with a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. “Give me a minute, please.”

“Take all the time you need,” he soothed, holding the plug still. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay. Okay.” Knowing that fighting would only make the pain worse, she forced her hands to unclench, her muscles to relax. Breathing through the discomfort, she focused her attention on the tight ring of muscle. It was fluttering, spasming as it tried to adjust to being forced open. But after a few deep breaths, it relaxed enough for the pain to fade away, leaving in its wake only a deep, pulsing pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmured, one hand coming up to stroke the outside of her thigh. It wasn’t a sensual touch, but a comforting one. “That’s a good girl.”

She relaxed even further, her muscles going lax and allowing her to sink into the ottoman. A sneaky warmth spread through her chest, not unlike how she felt when she made him laugh. Not wanting to examine it too closely, she blew out a shaky breath and lifted her head. “Please tell me it’s almost in.”

His eyes were soft, gleaming with something she couldn’t quite name. “You’re at the widest part.”

“Thank fuck,” she breathed and lay back once more. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Deep breath, darling,” he warned, and waited for her inhale and, with a final push, sent the plug home.

She squirmed, the sensation of fullness making her pussy pulse anew. There was still pain, little jolts as her muscles continued to adjust, but it was an enhancement to the pleasure now instead of an impediment.

“How does it feel?” he asked, and she blinked back to the moment.

“Full.”

“I’ll bet,” he chuckled. “Hurting?”

“A little,” she said, and gave an experimental wiggle. Her asshole clenched down in response, and the resulting spasm of pain made her pussy pulse and her clit throb. “It’s good, though.”

“So I see,” he murmured and she suddenly remembered that her pussy was on display, and she lifted her head to see him staring down at her, his face mere inches away. “You like the pain.”

“Yes,” she managed, for once incapable of playing games. He was staring at her with an absorbed look on his face, as though he was looking at something amazing. She’d never had someone look at her like that before.

He lifted a hand to run a finger, light and soft, over the delicate skin around her opening. “I could see it here, in this pretty little hole. It was pulsing.”

She knew it. She could feel it. But knowing that he couldseeit made her feel small and exposed, and God, so fucking horny. “I know.”

“I wonder,” he murmured and looked up, his eyes meeting hers. “Will that happen with other kinds of pain?”

She couldn’t speak. He looked like a hungry wolf that had just come across a helpless deer, and she knew, in some small, rational corner of her mind, that it should scare her. But the only thing she felt was desire.

“I don’t know,” she finally managed. “I’m not usually looking at it.”

A small smile curved his lips. “Well, then. Let’s find out.”

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