Page 22 of Praise & Paperbacks

He growled softly and thrust back between my lips, shutting me up with the thing I wanted most. I stroked the part of him I couldn't fit in my mouth with my hand, watching as his eyes rolled back, feeling the way the underside of his cock pulsed as he was ready to come in my mouth.

I sucked harder, swirled my tongue faster, eager to take him over the edge, to taste him. He let out a strangled cry as a warm rush of cum spilled against the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, more excited than I'd ever been by this part of things. I had part of him inside me — he'd coated my tongue, filling me with the taste of his release.

He pulled back, rubbing his messy cock over my lips. "Good girl. You look sexy on your knees." He reached for my hand and helped me to my feet, pressing me to bend over the counter. He palmed my swollen pussy, then glided his fingers higher, to myasshole. "That was a fun little distraction, but we're in here to prep you."

"Yes, Sir," I sigh happily, wiggling my ass. I got what I wanted, and I felt smug about it.

The cool glide of lube down my crack told me he was about to stretch me open. "This is a glass plug. It'll feel delicious and heavy inside you, and it'll keep your hole open and ready for the hook."

The glass was cool and hard in an interesting way. Never in a million years did I imagine I'd be a slut for anal play, but I couldn't seem to stop him from doing butt stuff. And Gunnar was right, the weight of the toy inside me was perfect.

"I've lost my mind."

He chuckled, then lifted me to my feet, planting a soft kiss on my lips. "Or you've only just found it." He stepped back and gave me an assessing look. "The other day, I'm sorry I left you. I was feeling anxious about how intense things are, and about... other things."

"Please don't tell me you have a girlfriend," I yelped.

He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm single, and usually I like it that way. But you tempt me to rethink that stance." He kissed me gently. "Still, I should have cleaned you up. I should have asked you to fucking stay for me, because I want to explore this with you. So much."

I nodded, my heart swelling. "I'm sorry I didn't text you back."

He stepped back and gave me an assessing look. "Now I know. If you don't text back, I've fucked up bad enough that I need to shove something up your ass to apologize."

I laughed at that. "I like it so much."

"Any trouble holding the toy inside you?"

"No," I lied. "Seems easy."

"Okay, we're ready. Your safeword is cupcake."

"Cupcake?"

"Something you're not likely to shout for any other reason."

"There were snacks out there. What if someone goes by with a tray of cupcakes right as you're fucking me, and I shout cupcake because I'm hungry?"

He burst out laughing, then kissed me again. "I won't be fucking you in front of them. This is a munch, and I agreed to a talk on anal hooks. Now that I have a willing little pet to use, I'm adding a short demonstration. That's all. And I will be checking with you to make sure you're okay. If you shout cupcake, I'll find out why, and stop if that's what you need."

"No sex?" I swallowed back the disappointment.

"For now, you'll be on display, getting needier and needier." He leaned down, nipping at my neck. "If you're a good girl, I may even reward you with my cock."

"Reward me with your cock?" I grumped. "That's ridiculous."

"Both of us remember what happened when you were on your knees," he growled, his deep, gravelly voice sending making me tingle.

"I mean, it'd be an okay reward. Just okay," I huffed.

"Be a good girl, brat, or we'll have to discuss punishments."

My entire body got hot, and I was sure he knew it. He gave my ass a light slap, and opened the bathroom door, leading me back out in front of his friends.

Oh fuck, why had I told him the plug was staying in just fine? I arched my back, squirming and squeezing my ass muscles, then finally reaching back and shoving it back in.

Mira

There was a platformat the center of the room, and Gunnar led me straight to it, pausing to greet a few people he knew. I scanned the room, taking in the various types of people there — some looked so wholesome that it was impossible to imagine they were into BDSM, while others were wearing fetish gear or were a little rougher around the edges, with tattoos and piercings, like Gunnar. They were all weirdly friendly, though.

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