“No, Sir. At least I didn’t use to. I, uh, I have a vibrator now.”
He withdrew his fingers, moved one to her swollen clit to flick it in reward. “Thank you for telling me. But I think you’ll find not wanting to give yourself pleasure very different from being taken to the edge of orgasm then denied falling over.”
“Man, oh, man, I am in deep trouble,” she muttered.
Yes, she was.
He drew his wet finger up between her ass cheeks. She tensed slightly. “I like ass play.”
“You do?” she asked.
“Yep. I like plugging it, playing with it, fucking it.”
“You don’t think it’s kind of dirty?”
“Not in the way you probably mean. It’s very dirty and that makes it hot.” He pressed the tip of his finger against her asshole. “I want to play back here. If you don’t like it then use your safeword and we’ll stop. We can revisit it later or never at all. But you never know until you try.”
She was silent for a long moment. “All right, I’ll try.”
He leaned down and kissed her pink butt cheeks. First the right then the left. “Good girl.”
He liked being the one to introduce her to all sorts of new pleasures. And punishments.
He moved to his bag and pulled out the plug he was looking for, unwrapping it. He’d just purchased this one. It was slim and vibrated when turned on with the remote.
Perfect.
He grabbed the lube and started preparing the plug. He turned to check on his subbie, catching her watching him.
“If you can’t keep your eyes where they’re supposed to be then you must need some help,” he growled at her.
“No, Sir. I can do it.”
“Since this isn’t the first time I’ve had to instruct you to face forward, I don’t think that’s true. But since I’m being so kind in offering to help you, I want you to ask me.”
“Pardon, Sir?”
“I want you to say, ‘Sir I can’t keep my gaze forward, will you pretty please help me?’”
“Pretty please? Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously,” he growled.
There was a beat of silence. Then, in her soft voice, which had a hint of bite he decided to let that pass, “Sir, I can’t keep my gaze forward as I’ve been ordered to, will you pretty please help me?”
“Of course I will, little subbie. You only had to ask.”
She wisely didn’t reply to that one. He had the plug ready by now, so he dropped the lube down in his bag and picked up an eye mask. He walked over to her, keeping the plug out of her eyesight as he placed the mask on the seat of the chair. Something occurred to him and he crouched down, pushing her hair away from her face so he could see her.
“Do you have problems with sensory deprivation because of your hearing?”
She glanced at him then quickly away. “No, Sir. Maybe if I didn’t have my hearing aid in. I’m not sure I’d ever want to play without it.”
“That will never happen,” he promised her, watching the way her shoulders relaxed slightly. “But I expect you to use your safeword if any of that changes and you start to get scared.”
“I’m a little scared of that butt plug.”
He smiled. “That’s a different sort of scared. Anything I need to know about your hearing aid? Any way it could fall out?”