Elegant Sins (Dark Secret Society 1)

But as it kept going and hit the egg’s widest circumference, my eyes widened as big as dinner plates.

Montgomery was there to soothe me, though. “That’s it,” he murmured, eyes transfixed on my ass. “Almost there. Alllllmost there.”

Dear God, that tiny egg suddenly felt like an elephant trying to get shoved up my butt!

“No, don’t tense up, we’re almost there.” He started to massage my ass cheeks again. “Loosen up for me.”

I breathed out and tried to follow his instructions. Loose. Be loose.

And then, with a little suctioning pop, the egg went in all the way, stopped only by the bejeweled stopper.

“There you go!” Montgomery gave my ass a solid whack that echoed throughout the room. “That’s my girl.”

I bowed my head into the pillows, only now realizing that sweat was coating my forehead.

Montgomery disappeared into the bathroom, washing his hands probably, and I stayed where I was.

The plug felt… weird. Not bad. But now was I just supposed to walk around all day with this thing up my ass? Oh my God.

Every time he looked at me, Montgomery would know it was there.

I bit my lip. Okay, that was kinda hot.

But when Montgomery came back, he looked as calm, cool, and collected as ever. I sat up, making a face when the egg shifted inside me—inside me!—and Montgomery immediately came to my side. “You okay?”

I reached down and ran my fingers along the jewels of the stopper before pulling my underwear back up into place. “Um. Yeah. Totally fine for having a giant egg up my ass. You?”

His eyes darkened. “Probably not going to get any work done today if you keep twitching like that.”

I blinked up at him innocently and wiggled my tush against the bed. I still hadn’t pulled my nightgown back down, so my long thighs and the small triangle of my thong were visible. “Like this?”

He leaned over and grabbed my face, kissing me long and deep. If I hadn’t been intoxicated by lust before, I damn sure was now.

When he pulled away, I reached for him, but he just laughed and waved a finger in my face. “Ah ah ah,” he chastened. “Not till tonight.”

And then the bastard had the gall to actually move to the desk in the corner and start to work. Leaving me a needy mess on the bed with nothing but books to distract me all day and a plug up my ass reminding me of what was to come tonight.

19

Montgomery

The box of colored collars sat on the bed again, and I didn’t even have to think twice before I reached for the black one, and placed it around Grace’s neck, and then attached the leash.

“Don’t you think they’ll get mad if you keep putting the black one on me?” Grace asked.

“I don’t care. It’s my choice.” I nodded toward the bathroom. “Finish getting ready because we need to get going.”

She stripped naked right in front of me and smiled. “What exactly needs to be done to get ready?”

She spun around in a circle as if showing off her nonexistent outfit. She then looked over her shoulder at the plug in her ass. “And how exactly am I supposed to take this out?”

“You aren’t,” I said with a smirk. “I know most of the men tonight won’t be happy to see a black collar on you again, but at least seeing this little gem planted inside of you will distract them.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

“At least you look nice,” she said as she straightened my bowtie.

“I’m getting tired of wearing a tux,” I stopped short when I realized I had no right to bitch considering she was standing naked with only a collar, a leash, and a butt plug. “But thank you,” I added as I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “This will all be over soon.”

I didn’t even have to tell Grace to get on all fours when we reached the ballroom. This entire situation was clearly becoming second nature to the both of us, and it made me pause and wonder if we would ever be the same once we completed the 109 days. Could we walk out of the manor normal and not be fucked up for the rest of our lives? Maybe this was why my father was such a prick. Maybe The Oleander broke him.

But it would not break me.

And I would not allow it to break Grace.

Mr. St. Claire was the first face I saw when we entered the room. He glanced at Grace, then back at me and offered a small smile before directing his attention to another member of the Order. It was nice to see the black collar didn’t bother him, though I knew my father would be a different story.

The party was already beginning.

Cocks were being sucked, pussies being fucked, and asses being spread wide. And yes, we could stand and watch as some were doing, but I also didn’t want to place a target on our backs. I wanted to appear as if we were full participants so no one would feel the need to force us to get involved.