Chapter 6
Dinner went much more smoothly than breakfast. I managed to make it through the entire meal without a cross look from Gage or a punishment. Upon returning to the basement, he led me straight to the bench. My composure shattered.
“What are you doing, Master?” I resisted, which only caused him to firm his hold on me. “Why? What did I do?” I made him drag me across the room, thrashing the whole way.
“Knock this off right now!” He bent me over and spanked my ass. “Now crawl onto the bench before I issue a repeat of this morning.”
I climbed up and got into position, and like the night before, he strapped me in. My body shook, from the chill in the room, from my absolute vulnerability. I jerked when his hands kneaded my ass.
“Don’t hurt me, Master.”
His hands smoothed up my back. “You need to learn to trust me. I won’t punish you unless you deserve it. Have you done anything to deserve it tonight?”
I hadn’t thought so.
“Answer me.”
“No, Master.”
“This isn’t about punishment.” He swept my hair to the side and trailed his fingers down my spine. “We’re going to explore anal play,” he said. “I don’t want this to be traumatic for you, so we’ll ease into it by using a butt plug, but eventually I want to fuck your ass.”
“Don’t do this.” My voice broke.
“If you want me to stop, you have the power in one little word, Kayla.”
I whimpered as he spread my cheeks. Oh God, it was going to hurt. He was bigger than my ex, and when Rick had forced himself into that tight space, I hadn’t been able to sit down for days. I’d been a week postpartum, and he hadn’t wanted to wait for me to heal after giving birth.
He moved away and opened a cupboard. When he returned, his cool hands slid over my butt again.
I felt trapped, absolutely helpless. I could do nothing to stop him, short of saying the word that would void our contract.
We both knew that wasn’t going to happen.
A squirting sound broke the utter quiet in the basement, and Gage applied a cold, jelly-like substance.
I automatically tensed as he dipped a finger inside.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
I gritted my teeth. “It burns, Master.”
“Relax your ass.”
I willed my mind past the pain and concentrated on releasing the tension in my body.
“Better?” he asked.
Surprisingly, it was. “Yes.”
He used his fingers for a while before introducing the butt plug. “You need to stay relaxed. If you don’t it’ll only hurt more.”
“Please, Master, don’t. I’m not ready for this.”
“Yes, you are. You’re only fighting it because you’re scared. I won’t hurt you, but you’ve gotta loosen up.” He slowly inched in the plug, and I let out a screeching cry.
“Stop,” I sobbed. “Please…stop.” I fought against the restraints until the leather cuffs bit into my tender skin.
“Relax your muscles,” he said again. The pressure in my rectum increased as he shoved it all the way in.
He reached between my legs and circled my clit.
“Let your body adjust to it.” Something about the husky quality of his voice caused tingles to spread through me; I was stunned to find myself aroused.
What the hell was this man doing to me?
“How does it feel now?”
I wet my lips and tasted the salt of my tears. “Weird, Master.”
“Does it still hurt?”
“A little.” Not like it had when my ex had forced his way in there. Maybe the difference lie in the preparation.
He crawled onto the bench and straddled me from behind, and I heard him unzip his pants. Gage pressed against my back and whispered directly into my ear, “Are you turned on?”
“Yes, Master.” Humiliation washed over me.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
I gave him the answer he wanted to hear. “Yes, Master.”
Before I could take my next breath, he thrust into me.
I was already wet and ready for him. The pressure from the butt plug heightened the pleasure, making each plunge a sensation that drove me closer to losing control.
I moved with him as he pumped in and out, no longer caring if I was acting like a desperate hussy.
The need inside me clawed to the surface; I could deny it no longer.
I was on the verge of release, breaths coming in gasping pants, when he painfully fisted my hair.
“Not yet, baby. Not until I give you permission.”
“Gage!” I cried out again, barely managing to rein in my orgasm. “I can’t, Master!”
He groaned. “Yes you can.”
I dug my fingernails into the leather of the bench, groaning as the pressure built to the erupting point. “Please, Master…please…”
He shot upright onto his knees and smacked my ass. “Not yet.”
I let out a scream as the violent orgasm tore through my body. “Oh God!” I arched my back, curled my feet, and wondered if the wave would ever end.
Gage came then, releasing a hoarse cry that caused my insides to clench all over again.
“I couldn’t stop it, Master.”
“You know I’ll have to punish you for that, right?”
Gasping for breath, I let my head fall to the bench and nodded. At the moment I didn’t care. I’d never experienced such an intense orgasm. Ever. I closed my eyes, my heart still pounding a fast beat, and allowed the overwhelming surge of emotion to spill over.