To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

She shivered as he ran a finger down the crack of her ass. “Spread your legs and bend over. I wish to inspect what is mine.”

Oh, holy hell. Face blushing furiously, she bent over. He pushed a finger against her puckered entrance, and she took a deep breath as just that touch made her clit ache. “I think I’ll plug this asshole today.”

Plug? Oh, God.

“Something small, don’t worry. For now, anyway. Stay where you are.”

He stepped away. She heard a rustling noise then something being squirted, and then a firm, wet finger pressed against her back entrance. “Breathe in. Then out, slowly.”

As she breathed out, he pressed his finger inside her.

Shit. It was a stretch, and there was a slight burn, but the pleasure was what really blew her away. It shouldn’t feel as good as it did. A new set of nerves were waking up, filling her with undeniable bliss.

“Good girl. Nice and relaxed for me.” He moved his finger in and out before adding a second. Then he paused, and she gasped for breath. “Now, what were we talking about before? Oh, yes, how naughty you are.”

“What?” Did he seriously want to have this conversation now?

“What is your number one rule?”

Huh? Oh, God, was this some sort of test? “I can’t think.”

“You can. Or you’ll find yourself getting a spanking with a plug inside your asshole. That’s a very different experience.”

That thought both terrified and aroused her.

“No lying,” she said hastily, glad her brain had kicked into a gear. “But I haven’t lied to you.”

“But you’re keeping your true feelings from me. Trying to pretend you’re all right, when I can tell the meeting with your mother upset you. Not to mention what happened earlier at your parents’ place. That had to have terrified you, but you’re acting as though it was nothing.”

“That wasn’t me lying to you.” It was her trying to help him. She’d seen how deeply upset he’d been and she’d thought one of them needed to keep calm. “Getting upset doesn’t help.” Especially when it came to her mother.

“But speaking to your Dom can. That’s what I’m here for, baby. It’s not all about sex and spankings. It’s much more. It’s me being there for you. For anything.”

“And what about me being there for you?” Damn, she wished she could see his face. Kind of hard to do, bent over with her ass in the air. This had to be the weirdest way to have a conversation.

“You are always there for me, Jenna. Same way you are for everyone else. Your parents, your friends, little old ladies. Now it’s your turn to let someone be there for you. Me.” He removed his fingers and she groaned in protest. But then something hard pressed against her asshole.

“Breathe in. Out now.”

As she slowly let out her breath, he pushed the plug deep inside her. Oh, the burn was intense, and she nearly said her safeword, it was verging on too much. But once the plug was inside her, and she could breathe more normally, she knew she could stand it. And as he moved his hand down to her pussy, running a finger up and down her slick folds, she guessed she could more than stand it. She might even like it.

He circled her clit. “As my sub, I expect you to lean on me, come to me, tell me when something worries or scares you. If something upsets you, I want to know. If you’re in pain, you better fucking tell me. And if you’re ever in danger, I’m your next call after the police. Not that you will be, because I intend to keep you very, very safe. You’re everything to me.” He smacked a hand down on her ass at the same time as he flicked his finger over her clit, and she groaned at the contrast of pleasure and pain. She clenched down around the plug, and it added another layer.

She was already completely turned on, and he’d barely done anything.

“Straighten

.”

He helped her, holding her steady, and she raised her hands up to her head like before. He nodded with satisfaction, and a small thrill went through her.

“You look so sexy. You are precious to me. Nothing will happen to you.”

“Like what happened to Amelia?” she asked gently.

Curt took a step back. He saw a flash of hurt in Jenna’s eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath in, letting it out slowly—his exact instructions to her just a few seconds ago.

He didn’t want to talk about Amelia. Not here, not now, while Jenna was naked in his bedroom, with her face flushed, her pussy wet, and looking so submissive and sexy it was all he could do not to bend her over the bed and take her.