Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

He now had one finger inside her. He slowly pulled it out then pushed it deeper. He reached around with his free hand and ran a finger through the slit of her pussy. So wet. She was enjoying having her ass breached.

He flicked her clit, and she cried out, shuddering. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to come.”

“You’re not. You come without my permission and you’ll find yourself with a nice piece of ginger root stuck up your ass.”

“Oh, God.”

He pressed a second finger inside her ass, scissoring them to stretch her. “How does that feel, kitten? Do you like having my fingers inside you?”

“It burns.”

“Not as much as ginger root would. I can promise you that. I’ve got some ginger lube. Would you like a little taste?”

“Thank you for the kind offer but I’ll have to decline at the present time.”

He grinned then pulled his fingers free, giving her butt a smack when she moaned in protest. He grabbed the plug, slathering it generously in lube. Then he spread her cheeks again, pushing the tip against her entrance. “Take a deep breath in, kitten.”

“Oh, shit, we’re really doing this.”

He gave her three sharp smacks.

“Ouch! Oh!”

“How do you address me?” he asked sternly. She was cute and she made him smile. In fact, he’d smiled more in the last twenty-four hours than he had in the two years since Rebecca had passed. But she also needed to learn who was in charge.

“Sorry, Sir.”

“We need to work on protocol.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now take that breath in.” He waited a moment. “Let it out slowly.”

As she let out the breath she’d been holding, he pressed the plug firmly forward, penetrating her. Damn, that was hot. He had to breathe deeply to keep from embarrassing himself.

“Oh,” she cried out as he settled the rubber cylinder in her ass. “Oh, God.”

He reached between her legs once more to swirl his finger around her clit, twisting the plug at the same time.

“Sir!” she cried out.

He knew how much she wanted to come. Her clit was swollen, her pussy coated in her arousal. But this wasn’t about giving her what she wanted. It was about him trying to erase the images of her lying dead on the side of the road. It was about making certain she didn’t take risks like that again.

He drew back, admiring the sight of the plug peeking out of her ass. Beautiful. Now to turn that creamy white skin a deep scarlet. Then he might start to feel better.

“How long does it stay in there, Sir?”

“As long as I say it does.”

She groaned. He moved around the bed to grab the feather and crop then stopped, staring at her breasts. Hmm, didn’t seem right to leave them out of this. Reaching out, he cupped one with his hand. The nipple was pebbled. Just begging for attention.

Now then, how could he resist?

“I think such pretty breasts need some adornments.”

“Um, I think they look just fine as they are.”

“That wasn’t a question, and your input isn’t required.” He started searching through his play bag for nipple clamps.