41. LACEY #2
His hands framed my face as his thumbs stroked my cheeks. “Wife, do you not trust me by now? Do you not understand that I know exactly what you can take?”
I nodded, barely.
His palm smacked my ass, hard enough to sting. “Then behave so we can move on to teaching you how to take me however I choose. It’s time you experienced the joy of anal, Lacey. You’ll be begging for it soon enough.”
Something in me eased at the quiet certainty in his voice, and I pressed my chest against the counter again, sliding forward a bit.
“That’s right,” he said softly, “trust me, my little lamb. Now reach back and spread those cheeks for me.”
I swallowed hard but obeyed, tugging my dress up higher and curling my fingers around my own flesh, pulling myself open. If humiliation was the point—having me bend over the counter with my legs spread and my most private places exposed—this was a success. My pulse roared in my ears.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him lift the diamond-encrusted plug from its box and retrieve a small tube from beside it. With a click of the cap, he quickly coated the steel plug.
“You’re going to have a very special night, my little lamb.”
A thick, slippery liquid drizzled over the top of my crease, sliding down to my tightest place. I flinched at the coolness. His finger followed, tracing from my clenched ring to my slit. “Already wet and swollen. See? Your body wants this.”
A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.
“That’s it. Relax your mind.”
His slicked fingertip circled my tight opening, going round and round, coaxing. Pressure built as he pressed inward just enough to breach me. The intrusion was strange—but not bad. He kissed my neck as he pumped his fingertip in and out shallowly, each time gliding in a little more easily.
“It feels…” My breath caught. “…so different. Good. Full, but—I don’t—”
“Shh. Just let me in,” he insisted, sliding free only to replace his finger with the cool tip of the plug.
“Breathe, Lacey.”
The first push had me rising onto my toes. A startled whimper slipped out. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt—deep, tight, stretching against muscles that wanted to lock down hard.
“No, see?” I said. “It can’t possibly fit—”
His palm rubbed slow circles on my lower back. “Relax…and push out against it.”
“I can’t—”
“Lacey,” he said, his voice like the crack of a whip. “Do as you’re told.”
Humiliation burned hot in my cheeks, but the urge to please him was stronger. I forced myself to breathe and push.
The sting sharpened. My nails bit crescents into my palms as I squeezed my hands into fists. It hurt—but I refused to make a sound that would let him think I couldn’t take it.
“That’s it,” he murmured, almost reverently.
Just when I thought I would split apart, the widest point slid past, and the plug seated itself with a silent snap against my ring.
I gasped and squirmed at the invasion. The weight was heavy, pressing intrusively inside me, unyielding.
Each tiny shift sent a ripple of electric sensation through my core, making my pussy clench involuntarily.
It wasn’t just the pressure—it was the constant awareness of being filled in a place I’d never allowed before.
He smoothed his palms over my ass cheeks, then tugged my panties back up and lowered my dress.
Spinning me around, he cupped my face. “You’re so beautiful. Now…let’s have a little fun tonight.”
He placed a firm kiss on my forehead before he took my hand and guided me toward the elevator.
The first step made me falter. It was like the plug didn’t move with me—it stayed exactly where it was, making my muscles work around it with every stride.
Walking with something so solid filling me was…
strange. A dull ache lingered, but already it was shifting toward something else—sparking something low in my belly.
He noticed, of course, his eyes darkening as he tugged me forward.
By the time we stepped into the elevator, my walk had turned into a careful sway. Each slight bounce made the plug shift inside me, forcing me to stifle tiny gasps.
Nik pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and gripping my ass possessively. His fingers pressed inward just enough to make me feel the jewel plug move deeper.
“God, I love your inexperience,” he murmured against my ear. “Being your first in every way. I own your pussy…and after tonight, I’ll own your little asshole too.”
A heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment crawled up my neck. The thought of his cock there made my knees weaken. I started to go down, but he caught me easily, keeping me upright.
“No worries, Lacey,” he said, his mouth curling against my ear. “I’ve always got you.”
Rory dropped us at the curb in front of Xyst. The cold winter breeze snapped against my bare legs as I stepped out, making me shiver. I hadn’t worn a coat, knowing we’d just be stepping out of the car and into the club.
The last time we’d been here, my world had been rocked, flipped, and set on fire.
“Wonder how tonight will turn out,” I murmured under my breath, half to Nik, half to myself.
He slipped an arm around my waist. “Tonight is about having a good time,” he said. “Nothing else.”
Even on a normal night, this area of town was a spectacle.
But this was Saturday. The entire street was alive with light and noise—engines purring on the street, groups of people laughing, women in short dresses clinging to men in bespoke suits, all of them gravitating toward the decadent heat radiating from the club.
Nik led me to the front door, and as soon as we stepped inside, the bass from the live band vibrated through the floor and into my feet.
The atmosphere was instantly dazzling—the light of the chandeliers washing the room in gold and shadows, glinting off glasses and sequined dresses.
It was rowdy in a refined way. Every table was packed, and the dance floor pulsed with movement.
Within minutes, a flash of light blonde hair and a bright smile cut through the crowd—Aria.
She closed the distance and wrapped me in a hug that nearly squeezed the wind out of me.
“God, it’s good to see you,” she said, holding me by the arms and leaning back to inspect me.
Her eyes narrowed, her mouth curving up into a slow grin.
“You look different. Radiant. Confident.” She leaned closer, dropping her voice so only I could hear. “Sex—lots of it—looks good on you.”
Heat flushed my cheeks, but I laughed. “Nik’s taken me every which way but loose.”
Aria’s giggle bubbled up so hard she nearly doubled over. She dragged me toward the bar before I could blush any harder. Nik had already slipped away, allowing me to spend some girl time with Aria.
We drank, gossiped, and danced—well, Aria danced.
I moved carefully, ever conscious of the hidden fullness inside me and between my cheeks, a constant reminder of Nik’s earlier gift .
A few men approached us, leaning in and raising their voices to be heard over the music, moving to the beat.
I let them hover, being polite but remaining guarded.
Nik’s eyes were tracking my every movement from somewhere in the crowd.
It was the same watchful, predatory heat I’d felt when he’d stalked me from the shadows on the street.
It was equal parts thrilling and unnerving.
The music shifted, slowing to a more sultry beat, and the man closest to me took his shot. One moment he was in my periphery, and the next, his arm was curling around my waist, pulling me against him. I stiffened, trying to step back, but his grip only tightened.
“Let me go,” I snapped, but he smirked and whispered that I looked like a girl who needed a good, hard fuck. That made my skin crawl. I scanned the crowd for Aria, but she had been swallowed by all the bodies. My mind raced—knee to the groin or heel to his instep?
I didn’t get the chance.
A hand closed around the back of the man’s neck, and he was yanked off me with brutal efficiency.
Nik.
He glowered at the man, his expression full of lethal intent—a cold, controlled menace that said he could kill without spilling a drop of blood on his suit.
“Thank God,” I breathed. “I was about to knee him.”
Nik leaned in and murmured something in the man’s ear. Whatever it was made the guy’s face turn a sickly gray. He bolted, disappearing into the crowd.
Nik’s hand found my elbow—his touch firm and unyielding. I started to explain, “It wasn’t my fault—”
He didn’t answer—just guided me through the throng, up a flight of stairs, and along a balcony to a private booth overlooking the dance floor. From here, we stared down at the crowd below, which was writhing like a restless tide.
“He’s lucky to still be breathing,” Nik growled, “putting his hands on what’s mine.”
I looped my arms around his neck and pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth. “It didn’t mean anything—it was just a couple of random guys who came up to me and Aria.”
“I know exactly what happened,” he said. “Next time, walk away before any man gets close enough to lay a hand on you.”
I arched a brow. “Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to protect me from that?”
His eyes darkened, and his lips curled up in a slow, dangerous smile. “And you know what happens if you’re not a good girl.”
A shiver of anticipation slid down my spine.