Undone Dom by Lila Dubois Page B

your ass with my finger.”
    Her sweet rosette opened for him as he pressed, her body yielding to his invasion. When the lube was worked in, he removed his finger and placed the blunt tip of the plug there. It was more like the head of a cock, and not as easy to take, without the slim taper of yesterday’s.
    “You must relax and accept the plug. It will stretch you.”
    Her faint trembling was the only reply.
    Holding her steady with one hand, he pressed hard on the round base of the plug. She gasped as the tip entered, her body yielding to his invasion. As it stretched her, her fingers clawed the ottoman, her breathing sharp and hard between her teeth.
    “M-Master. It’s too big.”
    “It is not. You will take it. For me.”
    He knew that once it was at the widest part it would pop into her, but he did not want to force it and shock her with the sharp pain of that.
    “It hurts.”
    “And do you enjoy the pain?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Alton transferred his hand from her hip to pussy. She was wet, but not as wet as he’d expected. He slid two fingers along her clit, rocking his hand so that he was massaging the bud in a steady caress.
    She relaxed, her body yielding.
    The plug popped into her. Lulu gasped, her back arching, feet wiggling. Alton tugged on the base, feeling the tight hold her body had on the toy.
    “Stand.”
    When she got to her feet, he saw tears swimming in her eyes.
    Alton’s chest clenched. She was going to cry .
    This was okay, slaves cried all the time. Women cried when they were happy, sad and angry. He’d seen slaves sob through orgasm, seen them weep from the combined pleasure and pain of a caning.
    Yet the tears in Lulu’s eyes completely undid him.
    He hugged her, pressing his cheek to her hair, which was caught up in a series of perfect loops and buns.
    “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
    “I-I’m okay. It hurts a little.” Her words brushed his chest. “I’m okay now, Master.”
    That centered him. He gave himself a quick mental smackdown. What is wrong with me?
    He eased Lulu away from him but couldn’t stop himself from stroking her naked back, the curve of her waist.
    Taking her panties from his pocket, he dropped to one knee and shook them out. “Step into these.”
    She braced her hand on his shoulder and slid her feet through the holes. Alton drew the pale-green fabric with black lace up her legs. He patted her ass when it was in place. The wide round base of the plug was keeping the cheeks of her ass apart. He tapped it.
    Lulu moaned, her pelvis thrusting forward, grinding her hips against his shoulder.
    “Hand me the rest of your undergarments.”
    He had to take her hips and move her back before her eyes focused and his words registered. Her movements were jerky as she plucked the crumpled items off the ottoman and held them up. He could tell when she felt the pressure of the plug most acutely, because she’d pause and catch her breath in a little hiccup.
    She held out the fabric but he shook his head. “I don’t know what all that is. Hand them to me.”
    She smiled at him, then held out the pieces one by one. “Garter belt. Stockings. Half corset.”
    He held up the thing she’d called a half corset. It looked like a strapless bra but with too much fabric on the bottom.
    “You wore this today?”
    “I had on a strapless dress, and came right from work.” A line formed on her forehead. “I’m sorry they don’t match.”
    Alton looked at the things in his hands. What didn’t match? The bra-thing was black, as was the garter belt. The stockings were flesh-colored with a black line on them.
    He raised one brow.
    “There’s a bra that matches this, but I couldn’t wear it with the dress.”
    He handed everything back. “Put it on.”
    He caught the quick flash of disappointment on her face and had to hide his own smile. It was an unusual move for him, but he wasn’t ready to share her with another Master, even if it was only her nakedness. Because she was