Page 53 of The Sadist and the Brat

“I do love a redhead. All that pale skin just waiting to be marked. You’re glowing like a stoplight, sugar tits.”

His thumbs were so close to her pussy, empty and yearning, she could barely think. “Sadist,” she managed.

“You say that like it’s an insult.” He lifted one hand and brought it down on the already tenderized skin, and she cried out.

“Oh, I like that,” he said, his voice rich with approval and pleasure. “Do it again.”

“Bite me,” she snapped back, and immediately wished she hadn’t.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for that, too,” he drawled, and gave her ass a firm, grinding squeeze before releasing her.

He was rummaging around behind her again, and she tensed with every new noise. She tried to relax, knowing there was nothing she could do but wait, but she couldn’t keep from straining to identify each sound. The clatter of wood, the clink of metal, the faint rustle of his clothes as he moved. She pictured him sifting through the toy bag she hadn’t had a chance to dig through and wondered what he was going to do next.

She wouldn’t have to wonder long.

Jack advanced across the room, lube in one hand and the heavy glass butt plug in the other. Sadie’s ass was like a beacon drawing him forward, round and lush and glowing red. He’d decided to paddle her hard, without a warmup, to see how she’d handle the pain. She’d taken it with hardly a sound, and though he’d gotten thetearssignal from James, who was well positioned to see her face, she’d bounced back fast and with her usual sass.

And her pussy, when he’d unzipped the catsuit, had made it clear that she didn’t mind this particular kind of pain at all.

She was waxed bare, and so wet he could see her glistening halfway across the room. Her labia were swollen, the thick outer lips flowering open to reveal the deeper pink folds beneath, and the temptation to forgo the plan and fuck her now was strong. But he wanted more than a fuck, and so did she, and he wasn’t about to disappoint either of them.

So he slipped the butt plug into his pocket, and standing between her widespread thighs, popped the cap on the tube of lube.

She flinched at the sound, her head jerking up. He laid his left hand on the small of her back, both to hold her steady and to remind her who was in charge, and unceremoniously squirted lube into the crack of her ass.

“Cold!” she cried, and tried to jerk away.

“Hold still,” he demanded, and swiftly slapped one reddened cheek. She squealed, jerking again, and he repeated the slap on the other side and slid his thumb into her ass.

“Fuck,” she wheezed, and froze.

He laughed, watching the back of her head carefully. She’d pressed her forehead into the mattress, her hair falling forward, shielding her face from James’ view. So he moved slowly, pumping his thumb into her asshole once, twice, before pulling free, adding more lube, and sliding it deep again.

She groaned this time, her hole clamping down on him, and he’d have sworn he felt the first warning flutters of an orgasm.

“You know, sugar,” he drawled, leaving his thumb buried deep, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like having my thumb up your ass.”

She lifted her head, turning it to the side to try to see him. She couldn’t—he was too far behind her—but he could see a bit of her expression now, and the mix of pain and pleasure was a joy to behold.

“Dream on, asshole,” she rasped and closed her eyes.

Jack flicked a glance at James, who nodded and gave a subtle thumbs-up. He had a good view of her face again and would signal if he thought she was nearing her limit. Reassured that he still had room to play, Jack pulled his thumb from the warm clutch of her ass and reached into his pocket for the plug.

He'd wanted something special for this evening, knowing how much Sadie enjoyed anal play, and he’d found it in the sculptured piece of tempered blue glass. It was thicker than he’d have normally used during a first scene, with a wide flared head and an only slightly narrower midsection that would keep her anus distended past what most people would find comfortable. But Sadie was an experienced butt plug enthusiast, and he’d wanted to see if she could take it. And he’d bought a more reasonable version that he could bring out if this one proved to be too much.

When he set the cold, hard tip against the slick skin of her anus, she froze.

“Deep breath now, sugar tits,” he drawled, and waited until he heard her suck in air before he began to push.

The breath she’d just taken came out in a hiss, but he didn’t stop. He pressed forward with steady pressure, and after the initial moment of resistance, her anus began to give way. It spread around the wide, flared head of the plug in a graphic and obscene display that he found absolutely delicious.

“Look at that hungry little hole,” he remarked and grinned when her buttocks clenched. Delighted to have an excuse, he gave her a hard smack. “None of that, now. Take it like a good little bad girl.”

“Fuck you,” she muttered and sucked in another breath. “Christ, what are you shoving up there, a Buick?”

He chuckled and nudged the plug a little further. It was almost to the widest point. “Don’t act like you don’t love it. Your asshole is practically sucking it in.”

She was panting like a woman in childbirth, breathing through the discomfort. He pulled it back slightly, watched her asshole spasm, then shoved it forward again. The flared head popped though, and the ring of muscle clamped down on the slightly narrower neck.

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