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The feel of him sliding into me took my breath away. Nerves danced and muscles stretched just enough to make me want more. Seeing that I wasn’t fighting the sensation, Houston gently eased his finger deeper and pleasure flooded through me.

Another moan tore out of me as he brushed up against my prostate. Houston chuckled, but then did something that made my toes curl and pleasure ricochet through me. My previously half-hard cock went completely erect and desperate for more.

When it felt like he was pulling away, with the tip of his finger the only thing still inside of me, I cried out in almost panic. I wasn’t ready for it to be done; he couldn’t stop there. He started rubbing soothing circles on my ass, and a second finger slid in next to the first.

It could have been painful, but all I felt was relief that he wasn’t pulling away, and that it wasn’t over. “That’s my needy boy.”

He slowly sank his fingers into me, letting me get used to the sensation, but I didn’t want time to adjust. I wanted the burn, and I wanted more. Clenching down around his fingers, I tried to beg without the words that might get me in trouble.

I got another low laugh from him, and he gave my ass a smack, but instead of slowing down, he started fucking me faster. His fingers stretched me, brushing up against that perfect bundle of nerves that made everything even more incredible.

When his fingers finally pulled out, I was shaking, and a cry of protest escaped before I could stop myself. Houston just ignored it, though, and quickly brought something hard to my hole. The blunt tip of what I thought was a plug started pushing at me, and it stretched me even more. Everything was slightly fuzzy and almost perfect by the time it was fully seated, and my ass closed up around the base, holding it tightly inside me.

Need and desire were making my head swim, but I could also feel my submission wrapping around me like a soothing blanket that had been missing for too long. Houston’s hands made long sweeping motions over my ass, teasing the plug and the still-sensitive skin from the earlier spanking.

I didn’t know how long he kept me there, but by the time he started urging me to straighten, all I wanted to do was lean against him and soak up the pleasure. “That’s my good boy.”

The plug shifted and brushed up against my prostate, making me gasp, but Master didn’t wait for me to catch my breath. He just smiled and held me steady. “On my lap again. It’s time for our talk.”

It took a moment for the words to fully register, but by that time he was already walking me back to the chair. Curling up in his lap again, that time filled with the plug and the swirl of emotion and need coursing through me, I just relaxed into him.

I’d do anything he wanted, but thinking was nearly impossible.

As he wrapped me in his arms, running his hands over me with more confidence than he’d had the first time, I just sighed. Master didn’t let me relax, though. He reached over to the side table and grabbed a piece of paper that I couldn’t remember being there before.

His deep, firm voice said he wasn’t going to let me get away with not answering. “Limits, Pet. We’re going to discuss each one of these, and if you’re good, you might get a reward when we’re done.”

“I…I…it…” My brain couldn’t keep up. “Yes, Master.”

“Good boy.” Houston’s words were tender, but his expression was wicked. I almost didn’t want to know what he was going to say next. “And I know it’s hard, Pet, but I have something that will help you stay focused.”

Master’s hand moved to reach over to the small table again. That time, a small remote appeared. Before it could even register what the little device was for, the plug started to vibrate and lightning shot up my spine. My cock was so hard it ached, and all I could do was writhe on Master’s lap while he played with the toy lodged deep inside me.

When he finally let it stop, and I could make my eyes focus on him, he was smiling. “That’s going to make sure I get nice full answers from my boy. Now, first one.” He pointed to the long list now sitting on the arm of the chair. “Tell me how you feel about spankings, Pet.”

Fuck.

It was going to be a long night.