Chapter 15 #2
I whimper and tighten the muscles in my butt when the feel of his hands disappears. I’m trembling as the lid of something pops open, and my breath hitches when a cold liquid dribbles down my butt crack.
Dallas sets one hand on the small of my back and uses a finger from his other hand to rub the lubricant around my hole. “You want this tight hole filled, don’t you, baby?”
“No, Sir,” I lie.
He chuckles. “You’ve been defying me all day, testing me, pushing me. You’ve been curious about how it will feel to have my plug in your bottom ever since I mentioned it.”
I whimper again, not responding.
He taps my rosette. “Relax. I’m going to push my finger into you first because it’s more intimate and embarrassing. I’m going to fuck that finger in and out of you until you relax and ask me to plug your bottom.”
I gasp. Ask him? Oh, God .
I clench my butt cheeks the moment he pushes a finger into me. It feels so wrong. So naughty. So dirty. Forbidden. And so good .
It’s intimate in a way I’ve never experienced.
It doesn’t hurt. It just feels weird. As he eases his finger in and out, I try to relax.
It’s hard because my brain tells me I should be rebelling.
I should tell him no. Butts are off-limits.
But I can’t tell him that because I want him to own me like this.
Every inch of me. I feel closer to him. I’m going to feel ten times closer when we finally have sex.
He rubs my back with his other hand. “I bet you’d enjoy it even more if this finger were in your cunt.”
I moan as I think of that sensation. What will it feel like to have him inside me? His finger, his tongue, his cock… “Please…”
He chuckles. “What do you have to do to get that pussy filled, Arianna?”
I draw in a long breath and blow it out. “Marry you.”
“Mmm. We could fix that tomorrow.”
I don’t respond. I shudder, though. Marry him… It’s crazy, isn’t it?
I whimper louder when he removes his finger, pushing my ass back toward him on instinct.
He chuckles. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fill this tight hole with something even wider.”
I squeeze my eyes closed as the blunt end of something presses against my hole. The plug. I’ve never even seen one. I should have done a Google search so at least I would know what they look like. All I have to go on is what I’ve read in books. That’s not much of a visual.
“Relax your bottom, baby.” He swirls the tip around my rosette. “It will go in easier if you stop clenching.”
Am I clenching? I guess I am. It’s impossible not to. I force myself to relax, but it’s hard. This is so foreign.
“Ask me to plug your bottom, Arianna.”
Oh, God. He told me he would make me ask. I tremble. Asking him to put that inside me is even filthier than the act itself.
Can I do it? Ask him?
“We can stay here all night, baby. I don’t mind. The vision before me is fucking hot. Do you know how sexy you are with your bottom in the air and your amazing tits swaying?”
My body shakes as I open my eyes to see my breasts hanging full and heavy. It’s indecent and decadent.
Still holding the tip of the plug against my hole, he says, “Come up onto your hands, baby.”
I’m shaking as I do his bidding.
He slides his hand from the small of my back around to cup one of my breasts. “As soon as your milk comes in, I will have you get into this position so I can milk you.” He pinches my nipple.
I tip my head back and moan loudly.
He squeezes my nipple over and over, pretending to milk me. It’s so hot and so dirty. Would I really let him milk me? I know I will. I’ll do all the filthy things he wants to do to and with me. And I’ll enjoy every minute of them. Apparently, I’m a kinky girl.
“Ask me to plug your naughty bottom, Arianna.”
I clench my tight hole, swaying and moaning. We’re crossing into new territory here. Leaping into a new level of kinky.
Dallas leans closer, setting his lips on my ear. His fingers tug on my swaying breast. “Ask me, baby. Please fill my naughty bottom with that plug, Sir.”
I lick my lips and take the plunge. “Please fill my naughty bottom with the plug, Sir.”
“Good girl. Press back.”
I push against the plug and moan as he slips it into me. I wince as the widest section passes my tight ring of muscles, and a moment later, it’s over. It settles into place.
Dallas twists the base in circles, making me doubly aware of its presence before tapping it several times. “Gorgeous. You can get up now.” He pads away from me and enters the bathroom.
As I slide off the side of the bed, I hear the water running and realize he’s washing his hands. He returns before I get my legs to stop wobbling. I have one hand on the mattress to keep from falling. The plug feels weird.
I look at him. “Can you take it out now?” How long am I supposed to wear it?
He chuckles as he takes my hand. “You’re going to wear it until bedtime, baby.”
My legs nearly give out as he leads me to the bathroom.
He shuts the door and turns me so my back is to the door. “There’s a full-length mirror behind you, baby. Look how pretty the plug is.”
I look over my shoulder. Holy moly. There’s a two-inch pink gemstone sticking out of my ass. “I can’t wear this all evening,” I tell him.
He grabs my shoulders and kisses my forehead. “You should have thought of that before you so boldly pushed a finger into your pussy.”
“It was only like an inch, and my finger is tiny,” I argue. The plug doesn’t hurt, but it feels weird. There’s no way I’m wearing it out of the room.
Dallas’s eyes dance with laughter. “You asked for this, Arianna.”