Page 69 of Crave Me
“It’s a smaller plug, more of a training one and softer. I want you wearing it while you’re at brunch so not a single second goes by where you’re not thinking about me, or what I’m going to do to you when you return to me, but it shouldn’t cause you any pain.”
He shoved a finger and then two into me, thickly lubed and warm. A thousand blissful sensations flooded me while he stretched me. The only contact we had were his fingers inside my ass, but my pussy heated, and my clit pulsed. He pulled out his finger and as soon as it was gone, a harder, cooler instrument pressed against me. It was larger than his finger, definitely smaller than what he’d used earlier. He worked it in patiently, pressing in and pulling out, fucking me with the plug.
My hands curled, the desire to touch myself suddenly overwhelming.
“Doing okay, sub?”
I groaned as the plug slid inward again. “Yes, sir.”
He moved his fingers around to my front, ran them through my pussy, pressed against my clit. “Dripping. You’re going to go mindless when I take your ass, Little Bird.”
At the return of the endearment, I sank further into the floor. It was all I needed—him and the sweet connection between us.
“But I’m not making you come yet.” He pulled his fingers away and stepped to my side. “I believe I promised you a view of my play room earlier, and you don’t have much time until you leave.”
I began pushing off the carpet but he dropped a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Did I say you could stand?”
“No, sir.” Adrenaline mixed with fear threatened to choke me.Yellowspun through my mind. I could still say it. I could still back out.
But if I did, how would I know what I was capable of?
“You’ll crawl. Down the hall, second door on the right. I will follow you so I can see your plugged ass as you move.”
I knew it was coming. I’d already agreed. In a way, I wanted it. I craved his eyes on me however I could get them.
“Beautiful,” he crooned as I crawled to the door. “Your ass, the little jewel at the end of the plug. Even from behind you I can see how turned on you are.”
The further I crawled, the hotter I became, feeling his eyes on me, knowing I was pleasing him. He pushed me outside my comfort zone but never far enough to truly scare me. Last night he’d proven he could be trusted with all of me. I was pleasing him, and the choice to do so, knowing it was truly my choice, spread warmth to the deepest parts of my chest.
I stopped at the doorway he’d mentioned and he gently nudged my foot with his. “Enter and kneel, but off your heels. Lift your head and look around.”
I entered the room and lifted off my hands to my knees, keeping my back straight. In front of me was a spanking bench, two-leveled where I could kneel on the short platform and fold over the high one, or he could have me stand and rest over the tall part. There was a table that looked like a cross between a massage table and medical table in a doctor’s office. Almost exactly the same as what Selia had lain on last night. In the far corner, a leather swing hung from a bolt in the ceiling and in the other, a pole that could have been a stripper pole, except it was covered in black leather and adorned with handles at various heights.
Holy shit.I drank it all in, blood rushing from my face. He hadn’t been kidding. This wasn’t a playroom, but his own dungeon. In the center of a wall to my left was an armoire. He’d taken the time to open the doors and inside were various paddles and whips. Floggers and belts. Beneath the doors were three closed drawers.
“What do you think, sub?”
I didn’t know where to begin. “It’s a lot.”
“I’m so pleased with your willingness to let go for me, Chloe. If we had the time, I’d love to redden your ass before you leave so between my marks and the plug, I’d never be out of your thoughts.”
“You wouldn’t be anyway, sir.” I glanced at the bench again. Would he take me there?
“Look at me.” I did, the roughness in his tone too heavy and thick to ignore. “Do you want to play a bit before you leave?”
The glint in his eye returned and he walked to the armoire, pulled out a braided flogger like I’d answered him.
“Your cheeks are flushed and your chest is heavy like you’re close to coming,” he said, turning back to me. “Your desire to play is written on your face so clearly you don’t even need words.”
He read me like a book. I wanted whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. I couldn’t deny it, wouldn’t bother trying.
“Where would you like me, sir?”
“Go to the pole you were almost drooling over. You may walk if you’d like.”
At eye level, there were two silver handles. Matching ones were higher on the sides and just below. “Grip the ones at the bottom.”
They were about waist high and when I grabbed them, my ass would stick out. Blowing out a breath, relaxing, I did as I was told. I spread my legs and bent over.
