“So hot,” he hissed, spreading my butt cheeks. “And so wet.” He dipped his fingers down to my pussy, touching me where I quivered for him and I moaned. He could still make me cum if he wanted. All it would take was a few strokes.
“In time.” He pet me softly as if reading my mind, then took my slick arousal smeared across his fingers, and spread it thickly all over my tight asshole. As he penetrated me with just a finger, I fought him, tense.
“Let me in, Sophie,” he coaxed, insisting on entry. “Let go.” His fingers trailed over my lower back, feather soft, relaxing me.
I exhaled, letting him take over. It did feel good when I stopped trying to fight it, trying to think. If I just relaxed and went limp, let him do what he wanted, it felt so good the way he was touching my pussy, massaging my clit, then sliding back up to my asshole and thrusting into it, a little more at a time, moving up to his thumb, then two fingers, opening me up.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as I moaned. “Spread your legs for me. Tilt your ass up.” I did it and it felt so good to follow his orders, so nasty, giving him access to such an intimate place. But when he brought the tip of the plug to my asshole I tensed again. I couldn’t help but think of how big it had looked standing up in his palm. With one end tapered, it widened, then ended in a flat circle.
“You’re going to take this up your ass for me,” he spoke low and sure, telling me what I was going to do, not asking. He rubbed my clit as he spoke, circling it, and my hips started moving along with his rhythm, wanting, needing. “And you’re going to like it.” He started working the plug in with small thrusts, taking my ass as I ground against his finger, forcing it deeper into me.
“Ah!” I grasped at the sheets, not sure I could handle feeling so full as he pushed and pushed and then, got in. I felt the plug slide into place, my tight asshole closing over the blunt end. I gasped for breath, my eyes burning with effort.
“Good girl.” He gave me long, soothing strokes along my buttocks, my thighs, my back. “That looks so good in you, Sophie. I’m so glad you took that all up your ass for me.”
I sighed under his praise. He made me feel so warm inside. And now that I was getting used to it, it didn’t hurt so much as just exerted pressure. I felt full. And it made me tingle.
“Come and sit.” He helped me move, guiding me over to sit across his lap. He was still fully clothed as he held me in his strong arms. “How does that feel?”
“Strange,” I whispered, slightly embarrassed.
“Is it too much?” He tilted my chin up to look him in the eye.
“No,” I answered honestly. I could take it. More than that, I wanted to for him.
“Good,” he nodded. “I’m glad. I want it in you the whole time you talk to him. You’ll never forget who you belong to.”
“Liam—”
“That’s the first phase of your punishment. There’s more to come.”
“What?” What more could he do to me? I already had a giant plug shoved up my ass. What next?
“Once he leaves, I’m going to give you a spanking.”
“What?” I didn’t seem to have an extensive vocabulary at the moment.
“Have you ever had one?”
“No, of course not.”
“I’m going to take my time and give you a good, long spanking because you’ve been so naughty, inviting Theo over. I won’t go too hard on you. This time. But no more Theo. Do you understand?”
I nodded slowly, stunned, and then, right on time, I heard the doorbell. Theo had arrived.
Quickly, I snapped on my bra, pulled up some panties and slid a random dress over my head. I flew down the stairs, almost forgetting about the plug up my ass. Almost. I gave Theo a brief hug as I welcomed him into the studio.
“Wow! So this is your big project!” I could tell he was trying to be nice, but I could also see the studio from his eyes. It looked old and crumbling, in the midst of a massive renovation.
“Yes, it’s really coming along.” I persisted in being upbeat, telling him how well things were going even as I could read his thoughts, wondering why in the hell I would be wasting my time with a place like this. Then the plug up my ass started to vibrate.
“Oh!” I leaned against the nearest wall, my hand bracing myself as my eyes half closed. That felt intense, rumbling up deep inside me. And good. Then it stopped.
“Are you all right?” Theo asked, concerned, cupping his hand around my elbow.
“Hey, how are you?” Liam appeared at my side, extending his hand for Theo to shake.
“Hello.” Theo sized him up, then quickly dismissed him. In his old jeans and T-shirt, I could tell Theo determined that Liam wasn’t anyone of consequence. “Are you doing some work for Sophie?”
“I am,” Liam agreed, and the damn plug started vibrating again. I bit my lip, closing my eyes and almost stifling a sound deep in my throat.
“Do you need a glass of water, Sophie?” Theo asked with concern.
“She’s just a little worked up,” Liam explained. The vibrating stopped. I noticed one of his hands in his pocket. The damn man was operating the plug with a remote. He was toying with me and he was loving it.
I continued showing Theo around, pointing out architectural features, the crown molding we were going to preserve, stopping every now and then when Liam pressed vibrate. Each time it went off it got me even more aroused, until I felt like I might need to excuse myself and head to the bathroom where I could touch myself and get it over with. Liam seemed to sense it, though, and he’d turn it off right when I could barely take it anymore.
“Are you sure you’re OK?” Theo asked as I fanned myself. “You seem hot. Do you have a fever? Let me get you something to drink.”
“I’ll take it from here.” Liam stood at my side, holding on to my elbow.
“What?” Theo looked at Liam as if he was just registering him as a person, seeing him for the first time.
“I’ll make sure she lies down and takes care of herself.”
I bit down on a laugh. The man was unbelievable. “I’m all right, Theo, thank you.” I shot Liam a “stay out of this” glance but he gave me a defiant smile in return. “I think I’ve just been working too hard. I need to rest.”
“You’re pushing yourself too hard with this studio, Sophie,” Theo chastised me. “You need to take better care of yourself. Or let me do it.”
“Thanks. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I walked him toward the door. I needed him to get out of there, fast. He looked at Liam, then me, then Liam as if trying to make sense of things. But I could see it in his eyes, he didn’t really think of Liam as competition. What could a poor working-class schmuck have to offer that he couldn’t buy ten times over for me? It made me like Theo even less. After a few more awkward words exchanged, I finally closed the door after him.
“What a nice man,” Liam observed wryly from behind me. “He offered you water. But me? I’m going to make you even hotter.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. I followed eagerly, desperate for release. He’d played with me mercilessly, first on the bed, then while I tried to carry on conversation. Evil man.
“I can’t believe you just did th
at,” I told him as we got into my apartment.
“I warned you about me.” He locked the door behind us and led me back into the bedroom. “I told you I’m not a good guy. You had your chance to walk away. But you didn’t take it. So now you’ll take your punishment.”
He sat down in my new armchair like he’d been planning on it since the second he saw it. “Take off your clothes.”
I took everything off quick. Nervous as I felt about some of what he’d said—punishment, spanking—I was also so horny I could almost cry.
“Now come over here.” He patted his lap. I walked over, but just as I was about to sit on his lap, he shook his head. “Not that way. Stretched out across me, lying on your front.”
Oh. So he meant with my ass up in the air. I took a deep breath. Now was my time to back out. I knew he’d never push me to do something I didn’t really want to do. He’d taken me outside my comfort zone before and I’d loved it. But this?
“Make up your mind,” he warned me, losing patience.
I reached out for the arm of the chair, not sure how to do what he wanted. He took over, moving me up across his lap, positioning me. I felt so tense, holding myself rigid and flat like a piece of wood, but he started caressing and massaging, working my muscles. Sighing, I let myself relax under his touch, his broad, callused hands working magic over my skin.
“You did well with your plug,” he praised me, bringing his hands down to caress my buttocks. He moved me again, bringing my hips directly over his groin. I rested my arms and chest on the arm of the chair, feeling surprisingly comfortable there with him. “Does it hurt anymore?”
“No.” I’d grown accustomed to it. I felt full, but not painful.
“I like seeing it in you.” He brought his hand to the flat end, sticking out of my asshole. Gently he pressed against it, forcing the plug farther into me. Then he released, pressed again, released, starting a rhythmic massage.
“Mmm,” I murmured, instantly responding, feeling myself grow wetter.
“You liked wearing it for me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted. Crazy as it sounded, hard as it had been trying to carry on a conversation with Theo, I’d liked having the plug up inside of me. Knowing Liam knew it was there, having him control me like that.