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Laney was so turned on she couldn’t even talk, her tongue thick in her mouth.So instead she arched her back, tilting her ass.Dimly she wondered where he was going.

She heard the snap of gloves, then the click of a bottle cap.His lube-slicked fingers slid over her anus, petting her puckered flesh with soft little strokes.

It took a minute for the burn to start.

It wasn’t so much burn as heat, but as the sensation grew she tensed, worried it would keep going.Would push past a hot tingle into a true burning pain.

“Relax your pretty bottom,” he said softly.

It was easy to obey when the tip of his finger notched against her, pressing gently.She wanted him to fuck her ass, wanted him to fill her.

And when his finger pushed in, feeling thick and slick, she sighed in pleasure.

He pumped his finger in and out of her ass, knuckle feeling impossibly thick.The inner ring of her anus started to tingle, the heat more acute here, but still bearable.

“Neither of my plans for this evening included fucking your ass, but maybe later we’ll go see what everyone else is up to and you can sit on my lap with my cock in your ass.”

“Oh fuck,” Laney breathed, pussy clenching.

“Laney?”

“That sounds really, really hot, Sir.”

“Good.I want you wet and needy.”

He pulled his finger out of her ass, replacing it with the cold tapered tip of the plug.It started to slide in easily, since it was far more tapered than his blunt finger.But soon it was stretching her, her skin a taut ring around it, the ginger lube now coating every inch of previously folded and ruched flesh.

She took shallow breaths, silently wondering if he’d switched the plug he’d showed her for a thicker one, because it felt huge.No, Peter wouldn’t do that.She was just so aroused that the perfectly normal sized plug felt massive.

She sighed in pleasure-laced relief as he pushed it all the way in, her anus closing around the narrow neck.He tugged, making sure it was firmly seated inside her.

He stripped off the gloves, but when she heard him putting on fresh gloves she frowned, pushing up on her elbows to look back over her shoulder.

Peter was dripping ginger lube onto his gloved middle finger.

He looked over, brow raising.“Did you want another spanking?”

“No, but what are you doing?”

His response was a grin before he knelt behind her and parted her labia with one hand.

Then he painted her clit with ginger lube.Laney yelped in protest, but when she tried to wiggle away, he pinched one pussy lip, hard, holding her in place.He was ruthlessly thorough, making sure to cover all of her clit hood, and the clit itself.

She was feeling the heat before he finished, and the stroke of his finger over her ginger-sensitized clit had her hovering on the edge of orgasm.

“Sir, Sir,” she whispered.“I’m going to come, please, you have to stop or I’ll come.”

“And if you come?What happens?”

“I…I don’t have permission.Wait, do I?”

“Oh no.You definitely don’t have permission.”

“Then you’ll be…” She was going to say mad, but she knew that wasn’t right.Peter wouldn’t be mad, upset, or disappointed if she came.

“Then I’d have a very good reason to punish you.”

“Bastard,” she growled.For a moment she worried she’d gone too far, he was so quiet behind her.

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