Sir's Redemption (Doms of Decadence 8)

Oh, hell.

The idea of a butt plug that size should frighten her—it did a little. And that was just part of the fun. It made her heart race a little faster, the blood circulating through her body flowed more swiftly, her skin became hypersensitive, and every part of her was tuned into her Master. Her Dom.

She watched him as he lazily circled her already swollen clit with his finger. Round and round. Up and down.

He pressed down on the nub, and she arched up with a small cry.

Smack!

A quick slap to her ass brought her back to reality, and she glared up at him.

“No coming, remember?”

She nearly groaned. She just needed a little orgasm. To take the edge off, not that an orgasm with Sloan was ever little.

Even though she never spoke a word, Sloan must have seen the mutiny on her face. He smiled. An evil smile that made her shiver.

“You know, things could be much worse. I could decide it’s time to give you that enema I’ve talked about.”

Oh, fuck. He wouldn’t.

Her eyes widened as she gaped up at him.

“Oh, I would. So, I would count your lucky stars and thank your Dom nicely that all you’re getting is a big ol’ plug up your butt and a spanking.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered. He’d returned to rubbing her clit, and it was becoming hard to think as arousal surged through her. She resisted the urge to move. Barely. But it was so hard not to press herself against his fingers. It wouldn’t take much. It never did with Sloan. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she became aroused around him. All she had to do was see him and her pulse raced, her insides melting.

All it would take was just a few short strokes. Please. Please.

“And?” he prompted.

And what? Oh, hell, why did he expect her to think when she was so turned on?

Smack!

She jolted as another hard slap landed on her vulnerable buttocks. All right, this wasn’t good. If she wanted to be able to sit sometime this week she really had to start paying more attention.

What did he want?

Her brain scrambled.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

He wanted her to say the words?

He sighed. “Darlin’ you really aren’t here with me right now, are you? Do you need another few smacks to prod your memory?”

“No!”

He waited patiently. Sloan wasn’t a very patient man usually. And she knew it wouldn’t last long. Then she’d be feeling more slaps from that paddle-like hand on her ass.

Knowing she’d have to say it all, she took a deep breath determined to get it over and done with. “Thank you for using a butt plug and spanking me.”

“A big ol’ butt plug.”

“A big ol’ butt plug.” As if she needed reminding.