Sculpt-Paige_Michaels-Becca_Jameson by Becca Jameson and Paige Michaels Page B
Authors: Becca Jameson and Paige Michaels
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a nap for at least an hour. Then I want you to work your ass. I want you to play with a plug so by the time I get home tonight, you’re stretched enough to take my cock without bleeding.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He pinched her tits again and then pressed his fingers into the bruises around the full globes. Bruises his mouth had made. Jesus. He couldn’t wait to go another round with her. “And brat?”
She looked up from where she watched him grip her chest. “Master?”
“Make sure you don’t bleed. I know you’ll want to. I know you’ll try and force it. But that’s not your job. Your pain is mine to give now. You will not hurt yourself. That belongs to me. Am I clear?”
She nodded, and the relief was so plain in her face it took everything he had not to lift her up and plunge into her tight pussy until she screamed.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “It’s yours now.”
He kissed her long and hard, devouring her mouth and drawing whimpers and mewls from her until he pulled away, leaving them both breathless. “Nap. I’ll leave lube and your plug on the side table. I want you to be at my house by five. Can you do that?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, which he held out for her to see before setting it on the bedside table. Next he held out a folded piece of paper and set it next to the key. “There’s a code for the alarm on that paper and instructions to disarm it. Go to the room you’ve been using and wait for me on the bed. Understood?”
“Why do you make me sleep there? It feels like a damn servants’ quarters.”
He lifted a brow and watched her squirm. “You’ll do as I say and keep your opinions to yourself.”
“Yes, Master.” She nodded, and he couldn’t stop the smile from cracking open his face as he pointed to the bed.
∙•∙
Lucinda shot out of bed the moment she heard the front door close. There was no way in hell she could nap when there was a butt plug and a task from her Master swirling around her head. She hadn’t bothered to put her clothes back on before he’d tucked her into bed. She preferred to sleep nude anyway, and Theo didn’t seem to have a problem with it.
She took the items into the bathroom and eyed the large mirror, spinning around so she could see herself completely. Part of her was embarrassed to see all the marks on her body, see what she’d allowed him to do to her, but a bigger part cherished each of them. She pulled the bandages off so she could see the cuts too. She couldn’t believe how good that had felt. How much the press of the knife made her body sing.
She lifted a foot to the toilet lid and smeared lube onto her fingers, eyeing the plug on the counter. Why the hell had she purchased that plug in the first place?
She shivered as she admitted to herself she enjoyed looking at the toy while she masturbated on occasion. She’d never had the guts to use it, but she would set it in her line of sight and daydream about having a Dom who would use it on her. Theo had used beads almost as large as the plug on her. And now he wanted her to use the plug on herself.
Being instructed to use it was headier than anything she’d ever conjured in her mind.
Before she allowed herself to pick it up, she stroked her tight bud with her fingers while staring at the plug. It was purple. And it was large. Much larger than anything she’d ever inserted.
Her leg—the one supporting her on the ground—nearly buckled as she moaned around the sensation of pleasuring herself by pressing two fingers against her perineum. Her eyes fluttered, but she forced her gaze to remain on the rubber plug.
Knowing how much it would hurt to press the wide object into her tight ass sent a rush of arousal to her pussy. She wanted to thrust her fingers into her core, but instead she applied lube to her fingers and then pushed two into her ass without bothering to stretch the tight ring of muscles first with one finger.
She curled her toes against the
She nodded. “Okay.”
He pinched her tits again and then pressed his fingers into the bruises around the full globes. Bruises his mouth had made. Jesus. He couldn’t wait to go another round with her. “And brat?”
She looked up from where she watched him grip her chest. “Master?”
“Make sure you don’t bleed. I know you’ll want to. I know you’ll try and force it. But that’s not your job. Your pain is mine to give now. You will not hurt yourself. That belongs to me. Am I clear?”
She nodded, and the relief was so plain in her face it took everything he had not to lift her up and plunge into her tight pussy until she screamed.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “It’s yours now.”
He kissed her long and hard, devouring her mouth and drawing whimpers and mewls from her until he pulled away, leaving them both breathless. “Nap. I’ll leave lube and your plug on the side table. I want you to be at my house by five. Can you do that?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, which he held out for her to see before setting it on the bedside table. Next he held out a folded piece of paper and set it next to the key. “There’s a code for the alarm on that paper and instructions to disarm it. Go to the room you’ve been using and wait for me on the bed. Understood?”
“Why do you make me sleep there? It feels like a damn servants’ quarters.”
He lifted a brow and watched her squirm. “You’ll do as I say and keep your opinions to yourself.”
“Yes, Master.” She nodded, and he couldn’t stop the smile from cracking open his face as he pointed to the bed.
∙•∙
Lucinda shot out of bed the moment she heard the front door close. There was no way in hell she could nap when there was a butt plug and a task from her Master swirling around her head. She hadn’t bothered to put her clothes back on before he’d tucked her into bed. She preferred to sleep nude anyway, and Theo didn’t seem to have a problem with it.
She took the items into the bathroom and eyed the large mirror, spinning around so she could see herself completely. Part of her was embarrassed to see all the marks on her body, see what she’d allowed him to do to her, but a bigger part cherished each of them. She pulled the bandages off so she could see the cuts too. She couldn’t believe how good that had felt. How much the press of the knife made her body sing.
She lifted a foot to the toilet lid and smeared lube onto her fingers, eyeing the plug on the counter. Why the hell had she purchased that plug in the first place?
She shivered as she admitted to herself she enjoyed looking at the toy while she masturbated on occasion. She’d never had the guts to use it, but she would set it in her line of sight and daydream about having a Dom who would use it on her. Theo had used beads almost as large as the plug on her. And now he wanted her to use the plug on herself.
Being instructed to use it was headier than anything she’d ever conjured in her mind.
Before she allowed herself to pick it up, she stroked her tight bud with her fingers while staring at the plug. It was purple. And it was large. Much larger than anything she’d ever inserted.
Her leg—the one supporting her on the ground—nearly buckled as she moaned around the sensation of pleasuring herself by pressing two fingers against her perineum. Her eyes fluttered, but she forced her gaze to remain on the rubber plug.
Knowing how much it would hurt to press the wide object into her tight ass sent a rush of arousal to her pussy. She wanted to thrust her fingers into her core, but instead she applied lube to her fingers and then pushed two into her ass without bothering to stretch the tight ring of muscles first with one finger.
She curled her toes against the
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