Was she going to be less courageous than he’d first thought? But she sighed then shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“You insulted this gorgeous ass of yours one too many times and now you’re going to learn what it feels like to be figged. As you can see I’ve peeled this piece and shaped it into a little plug with the end flared.” He parted her ass cheeks with his free hand and then started to push the plug in her asshole. Fuck, that was a pretty sight. He couldn’t wait to get his cock in that tight hole.
But that would have to wait. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet. He wanted to stretch her first. He wouldn’t hurt her for anything.
He left the flared end poking out of her asshole. “When you clench down on the root that it releases a little bit of oil. It can have quite a sting. Every time that happens, I want you to remember that you’re in this position because you spoke badly about yourself. I won’t have that. I want you to respect yourself. I want you to hold your head high like the amazing woman you are. You deserve nothing less.”
She stared up at him, then a tear dripped down her cheek. Alarm filled him. “Baby, is it hurting you? What’s wrong?”
She shook her head as he reached for the plug. “No, leave it. It’s not hurting. Well, I can feel some warmth.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“I don’t know. Just never thought I’d have a man talk to me the way you do.”
“You deserve a man who will build you up, not put you down. You remember that the next time . . .” he trailed off, and her face closed off. Fuck it, why did he have to go and remind them both that this thing had a date?
He sighed. “Baby . . .”
“It’s okay,” she told him softly. “You’ve never misled me about what this is. I know it’s only for a short time. So let’s fit in as much as we can in the time we’ve got, all right?”
“Yeah. All right.” He still felt like a bit of a heel. But she was right. There was no point hashing over things they couldn’t change.
He moved to his play bag and grabbed out the riding crop. Her eyes widened. Something else she hadn’t experienced. He’d made her go over everything from her past BDSM relationship before, when they were negotiating their contract, and it seemed all her old Dom had done was tie her up and give her a few hand spankings.
He smacked the flat of the crop against the fleshy part of her ass. She jumped slightly but her eyes flared. Liked that, did she? He moved the crop over her ass, rubbing the skin then smacking it down. She groaned as he moved lower to the tops of her thighs.
“How does that ginger feel in your ass, little subbie?”
“It burns.”
“Good.”
She grimaced, letting out a small moan as he smacked the crop down again and again. His smacks weren’t too hard, but they had to burn. Her ass grew a deeper red as he covered the cheeks. Smack. Rub. Smack. Rub.
“Sir, it burns. Oh, God.” Her eyes were closed, her head thrashing back and forth.
“Poor baby. Does it feel like you’re on fire? Where is it hot?”
“My thighs. My bottom.”
“Where on your bottom?”
“Where you’re hitting me,” she cried out as he smacked the crop down twice, hard. “And on the inside.”
Perfect.
He ran the crop over her mound. “You’ve never had your pussy spanked, have you, baby?”
He knew the answer. But asking the question was half the fun. Her eyes snapped open and she gaped at him, looking horrified.
“Sh, I’m not going to do it very hard. You already know you like a little bit of pain. Trust me?”
There was a slight hesitation. Not surprising. But then she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Happiness filled him. Nothing made him feel as good as when a sub handed over her trust to him. With Ria it felt even more special. Because he knew she couldn’t do that with just anyone.
He ran the crop lightly up and down her lips then brought it back and smacked it gently down on her pussy. She jumped then groaned. “Oh, shit.”