Wishes by Allyson Young

her and the degree of force subs required to reach it, as all were different and needed to be watched carefully. That was Graham’s job. No sub should be hurt if it could at all be avoided. Erotic pain was one thing. Pleasure had rooms where hard-core pain was provided, but Graham only monitored there. Kennedy was relieved. Patrick went on to say that Graham was the best with the single tail he had ever seen. He never drew blood, and the marks faded within a day or two. Subs apparently asked for him especially.
    Kennedy observed the woman being pleasured with a variety of toys, but her own Dom, not Kennedy’s, administered it all. She was a bit startled to think of Graham that way, but there it was. Graham coached and watched and certainly he was not unaffected. Kennedy could see how his leathers bulged. But she wasn’t unaffected either. So, she mused, he could coach and watch but not touch. Maybe she could cope with that. Patrick was now watching her, looking a bit amused. She looked away so that he couldn’t read her thoughts. These Doms. They thought they knew it all. When the older man moved to fuck his woman from behind as she knelt, he gestured to Graham. Graham gravely shook his head and gave a tiny bow, then left the room. Kennedy understood that he had turned down a blow job. Oh, they had so much to work through.
    Graham pushed into the security booth and locked his eyes on hers. Kennedy stepped into him and wrapped her arms around him, taking in his scent. He relaxed and nuzzled her hair, returning the hug.
    “I can live with that, Graham. Can you live without what Jordan did?” she asked, her voice muffled by his chest.
    “I can if Jordan is okay with it and Patrick has no problem. But, sweetheart, there will be times when I will have to touch…”
    “Then make it fucking clinical,” Kennedy snapped.
    Patrick laughed. “Jordan will be in heaven. He doesn’t have the patience to train Doms like you do, Graham. If you’re sure…”
    “He is,” Kennedy informed him.
    Patrick came to face her. “I would like to talk more with you about the PA position, Kennedy.”
    Graham interjected, “Kennedy and I have some unfinished business, Patrick, so let’s have breakfast tomorrow and discuss it then, okay?”
    Kennedy was startled but kept quiet as Graham put her up and over his shoulder and nearly ran down the hall with her. She could hear Patrick laughing behind them. Graham chose a room at random and punched in the code. Déjà vu. Kennedy found herself on the bed, her dress pulled up and off before she could take a big breath. Graham was then pulling off his leathers and opening the wardrobe, so she reclined on the bed in her bra and harness and watched his muscular butt emerge. She so wanted to pat it, but this was probably an eighty-five percent time.
    Graham came over to her. “Roll over, honey,” he ordered.
    Kennedy complied and felt him undoing the harness. The butt plug was gently pulled out, and she clenched on emptiness. It hadn’t been totally uncomfortable once she got used to it, and now she felt at a loss. The feel of more lube and a much larger hard presence at her anus made her gasp, and Graham smoothed a hand down her spine then held her firmly as he pressed and swirled a larger plug inside. This one was harder to adjust to, and she squirmed at the pressure.
    “Relax and push back and out, honey. That’s it,” he crooned. “You look so beautiful here, I can’t wait to push my cock inside.”
    Kennedy still wasn’t sure about anal sex. Graham was really well endowed. However, she trusted him not to injure her and really hoped she would like the sex itself. The feeling of Graham sliding the bigger plug in and out, twisting it until it was seated firmly, was kind of hot. She wiggled against the bed.
    Graham immediately flipped her over onto her back. “Uh-uh, honey, you get to come when I say you can.”
    Kennedy kept quiet only with great restraint. Eighty-five percent. She sure