She couldn’t put a butt plug in her own bottom. It was just too much to ask.
But if I don’t, Jason will do it for me.
The thought was enough to spur her on to a second attempt.
This time she almost made some progress, feeling the tight ring give a little, but at the last moment she tensed again, closing up against the intrusion.
‘Damn,’ she muttered. Was there an easier way to do this?
She pondered the alternatives. What if she just put it on the floor and sat on it, in one move.
It seemed a brutal method and susceptible to going badly wrong. She would probably misdirect her aim and end up damaging the tender inner skin of her bum crack. No thanks.
After all, this was probably the only sensible way to do it. But why couldn’t it be easier? Couldn’t she take some kind of muscle relaxant before insertion?
Jason’s voice could be heard, singing some kind of drinking song.
He could be out any minute. No, there was only one thing for it.
She re-lubed the plug, squeezed her eyes shut, lined the toy up ready for the big push forward and …
It nearly killed her not to expel the thing halfway, but she made one forceful lunge and it slid inside, stretching her mildly but noticeably, until it was seated.
‘I did it,’ she whispered in triumph, tightening her muscles around it to make sure it was really in there. She patted the flange, to reassure herself that there was no chance of losing the damn thing, and ran her palm over the curve of her buttocks.
Now it was in, she felt eager and dirty and excited. She wanted Jason to come out and inspect her, to make sure she had obeyed his order, then bend her over the bed and fuck her hard.
But she knew he was saving himself for later, so she was quick to get her dress and stockings on. No knickers – they were forbidden tonight. Jason wanted the only barrier between her occupied back passage and her chair to be the light silk of her tissue-thin maxi dress.
She tried not to show her excitable flush when he came out of the shower, but Jason never missed such signs and he grinned broadly as he towelled his hair.
‘Ready steady, are we?’ he said.
‘Maybe,’ she replied, looking away.
‘Sounds like I’d better check.’
He threw down the towel and strutted in his robe towards Jenna, who felt like prey when she saw the look in his eyes. His palm slid over her silk-clad bottom, stroking it all over before homing in on the area in question. One knuckle pressed against the hard rubbery base of the plug, then knocked gently. Tap tap tap.
Jenna felt mild shock waves pass through her. They turned within microseconds into the burn of pure arousal. That was unexpected. She felt like crossing her legs and falling on the bed.
‘How does it feel?’ whispered Jason.
‘Weird,’ she managed to whisper back.
And now she was sitting on it at a beautifully dressed table while Jason bickered with his mother over whether she should have a second glass of wine.
It wasn’t really what she’d had in mind for this sabbatical.
‘What was he like?’ asked Jason, once the cake had been cut and distributed after the meal. ‘Harville, I mean. Apart from a bastard, which we all know.’
Linda swallowed, looking with dismay at the dry sponge on her plate.
‘He were all right,’ she said, slightly defiantly. ‘All charming when he wanted to get my knickers off. After that … well, I’ve told you. He didn’t want to know me.’
‘And you definitely never shagged anyone else about the same time?’
‘No, honest, love. Tell you the truth, being the silly cow I was, I thought I were in love with him. I had delusions of being lady of the manor. Big wedding in the papers and all that.’