Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

“Yes, Sir.” She turned and got into position, watching as he drew some lube and a plug out of the bag he’d bought with him and placed them on the floor next to her.

He knelt behind her. “Ready, wildcat?”

Was she ever. “Yes, Sir.”

God, she was beautiful.

Her ass was up high, her legs spread wide. He ran his hand over her pale ass. Then smacked his palm down. She jolted and he checked her face. He gave her another few smacks. The skin of her bottom started to turn pink.

Fuck, yes.

He stopped spanking her and parted her ass cheeks to expose her dark hole. Damn, that was a pretty sight. He ran a finger over her puckered entrance. His cock throbbed. He couldn’t wait to sink himself inside her tight hole. He looked up at her in the mirror. Even though it was quiet in here and she would be easily able to hear him, he wanted to give her the extra security of the mirror so she could see his face.

“Ready, baby?”

Her gaze met his. Her hazel eyes were glazed with need. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

He coated his finger in lube, ran it over the puckered hole then pushed it slowly inside her. He pressed it firmly through the ring of muscle and she sucked him in. He heard her whimper, and paused to assess her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide but there was pleasure on her face. He pushed deeper, groaning at how tight and hot she felt.

He moved up to two fingers, fucking her gently. Finally, he slid his fingers free. He covered the plug with lube then pressed the tip it against her entrance. “Breath in,” he commanded. He pushed it slightly inside her. “Now let it slowly out. That’s my good girl. You look so fucking magnificent right now.”

He watched her closely as he pushed the plug inside her. He wanted her ready to take him. Her ass swallowed the plug. It took all of his control not to come then and there, watching it sink inside her. When he had it firmly lodged inside her, he stared down at the tapered end sticking out of her ass. He rubbed his hand over her bottom then looked at her in the mirror. “Stay there while I wash my hands.”

She knelt in place, feeling the plug stretching her, readying her for him. Her whole body buzzed. That earlier orgasm hadn’t been enough. She was greedy for more. He returned and held out his hand to her. She took it and he helped her stand. He pulled her hair away from her face, tilting her face up with his fingers under her chin.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Full. Stretched. But I’m ready for more, Sir.”

“That’s good.” He ran his thumb down her cheek. “You are so beautiful. I can’t wait to get inside you.”

She pressed against him with a grin. “I can feel that, Sir.”

He smacked his hand down on her ass. “Minx.”

He turned away and laid out some pillows in the middle of the bed then turned to face her. “Lie on your back, bottom on the pillows.”

That surprised her. “You don’t want me on my front, Sir?”

He shook his head. “This will work and you’ll be able to see my face. In front of the mirror worked for your plugging but I’d rather you faced me now. I think we’d both feel more comfortable.”

Tears filled her eyes at his understanding, but she blinked them back. She’d cried enough lately. Then she climbed onto the bed and lay with her ass on the pillows. She put her feet flat on the mattress and spread them wide.

“Now that is a fucking perfect sight. Put your arms above your head.” He grabbed some cuffs from his bag then fastened her wrists to the iron headboard. He moved to his bag. When he returned, he held a flogger. She caught her breath.

“Trust me?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Good girl. Because I think you’re going to like this. Remember, eyes open and on my face.” He flicked the flogger, the strands landed on her stomach. She expected pain. Instead it felt like a heavy thud. It was kind of pleasant. Her skin grew warm where the flogger touched, but it wasn’t painful. Well, there was a bit of a sting when it landed on her nipples, but she liked that.

He moved down her body, over her thighs. Heat slithered through her, gathering around her clit.

Then the flogger landed on her pussy. Oh, God. Right against her clit. Her eyes closed as she cried out, arching back. It was pain. It was pleasure. She wasn’t sure which side it leaned towards, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted more or not.

“Open your eyes, Ria,” he warned.

She quickly opened them. Shoot. She’d forgotten the rule. He stared down at her sternly. “For that y