But Ellie would rather scene in a private room with him. She’d insisted on the Dungeon with other Doms because it was where she’d felt safest. With Michael, she felt safe no matter what room they were in… and to be perfectly honest, she preferred the privacy with him. Scening with him, with no one else there, she’d felt a lot more like herself than in any other scene she’d ever done.
“Yes, private room,” she said firmly.
Well, as firmly as she could when she was bent over his lap with his fingers in her ass. It did kind of ruin the ‘putting her foot down’ effect. Not that she needed to be firm apparently. A surprised and very pleased smile spread across Michael’s face before he straightened back up to look at Patrick.
“We’ll take the jail, thanks,” he said, and his fingers pumped, spearing her completely and making her gasp and writhe with the suddenness of the renewed movement.
******
The revelation that Ellie preferred a private room with him was even more rewarding than her signing the contract. He’d figured she’d need a step back after signing, especially since he was already pushing her with the plug… she hadn’t objected to previous anal play, but it hadn’t surprised him when she had today. He’d been expecting it. Playing in the Dungeon had been his way of making her more comfortable afterwards.
But she didn’t need it.
Maybe he was making more progress with her than he’d realized.
He pumped his fingers, sliding them all the way inside of her, and was rewarded with her moan and a shiver.
Patrick’s lips curved up in a smile and Lexie was definitely kneeling up farther than she had been before, trying to see over the table. Stroking Lexie’s hair with one hand, the way Patrick was looking at his sub told Michael what they’d be doing after Ellie and Michael left the office. Right now, though, they were just enjoying the show.
“Since we’re here, Ellie, Patrick and I wanted to talk to you about whether or not you had room in your schedule to do some designs for Marquis,” Michael said conversationally.
Her muscles tightened around his fingers and her voice came out as a squeak. “Now? You want to talk about this now?”
“That actually hadn’t been my plan, but since we’re here…”
The smile on Patrick’s face had turned into a grin, and he shook his head at Michael’s timing, but he didn’t argue. Sliding his fingers from Ellie’s ass, Michael reached out to pick up the plug and take it out of its packaging. She shifted slightly on his lap, wriggling into a more comfortable position since he didn’t have a hand on her back to help keep her steady.
The curves of her ass were pale and creamy, her dusky pink hole gaping slightly from being stretched by his fingers, and her pussy was soaked. Michael almost wanted to spank her and turn her ass pink… but there’d be time for that later. Plug her now, then they could go hang out at the bar and he could show off his new official claim before they went down to the Jail.
She squeaked again as he pressed the nose of the plug to her rosebud and pressed. When she spoke, she was breathy, but trying to sound normal. Lexie just shook her head at Michael, obviously feeling Ellie’s pain at having to carry on a normal conversation while she was having a plug inserted.
“What do you need?” she asked, panting slightly as she strained against the plug’s widening area.
“A logo to start,” Patrick said, his hand sliding down to the back of Lexie’s neck and massaging. Lexie practically hummed her pleasure as she melted against the massage. “And a banner for the website. We’ll probably want some help with the actual website design as well. I know you’ve have some experience.”
“Yes…” Ellie’s voice was strained, and it wasn’t entirely clear whether she was answering Patrick’s question, or if she was responding to Michael’s stimulation.
Michael watched as her hole stretched, turning nearly white as the thickest part of the plug reached her entrance. His cock jerked as the plug was suddenly sucked into her body, her muscle clasping the indent tightly, so that just the red jewel was winking at him. Fucking gorgeous.
And the noise Ellie made… a cross between a groan, a gasp, and a whimper. It had made his balls tighten. Didn’t hurt he already knew he was finally going to be able to bury himself inside of her tonight… if his dick could have thrown a parade, it would have.
Maneuvering her around, Michael pulled her up onto his lap. Her skirt was up around her waist, but neither he nor Patrick were fazed at all. The ponytail her hair was in was slightly disheveled now and her cheeks had turned pink; she had an almost dreamy-eyed expression on her face now as she wriggled against his cock. Wrapping his arms around her, Michael rested his hands on her bare thighs, holding her in place on his lap. Her nipples were hard and the dress did absolutely nothing to conceal them as her breasts heaved, her breathing fast and shallow.
“So a logo and banner?” Michael asked, drawing little circles on her thighs. Ellie leaned back against him, her eyes still hazy.
“Yes, I can do that,” she said with a little smile. She blinked, focusing a little more. “As long as you’re not just asking me because we’re fucking.”
Patrick practically choked on his laughter as Michael chuckled. The big man looked surprised and maybe even a little incredulous - even though she was making friends, Michael had noticed Ellie was pretty quiet compared to the rest of the group. While she was occasionally blunt and even sassy with him, it wasn’t a side of her everyone else got to see much of. Lexie looked even more surprised than Patrick, but she was giggling too.
“Thank you, Ellie,” said Patrick still grinning. “You were the first person to come to my head. I saw the work you did for Andrew. Trust me, you earned the offer.”
“Okay then,” Ellie said, relaxing slightly, and her smile was brilliant.
“Good, that’s settled then,” said Michael, lifting Ellie up to a standing position. He bent down and rummaged through his bag. “Just one last thing before we go out into the club.”
Straightening up, he held a thin leather collar with a d-ring in one hand and a pair of leather cuffs in the other. Really only the collar was necessary, but he wanted the cuffs too. The collar marked her as off limits, even if she decided to venture into the Lounge area to chat with friends, and the cuffs completed the look even if they weren’t needed for the message.
She blinked rapidly and took a deep breath, but didn’t try to back away.
