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“Master Landon,” she sobbed. “It hurts.”

He spanked her hard, right on her sit spot on the left side. “And?”

She mewled in pain, then slumped over his lap. “Thank you, Master Landon.”

“Good girl.”

Landon shook out his spanking hand, then spread her ass with his thumb and forefinger, her tightly puckered anus clenching as he examined her intimately.

It was time to plug this pretty ass, and then he was going to get some fucking answers.

TWENTY-ONE

Her butt was on fire and she loved it.

The skin from the top of her ass down to her upper thighs felt raw. It was worst on the lower curves of her bottom and the very tops of her thighs—her sit spot. Not only was the surface sting lingering, but the deeper heat pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

Something thick, cool, and slick pressed against her rear entrance. It had to be a plug.

Colette strained up, wanting it inside her. Her arm muscles were starting to ache, and her face felt heavy from being almost upside down.

“This isn’t a little plug,” Landon warned.

“Good. I need…” She shook her head, liking the way her hair lashed against her arms.

“No, don’t stop. Tell me what you need.”

“I need to be filled and fucked. I need to be used and abused. I want everything to hurt the way my ass does.”

“Are you asking for a full-body flogging?”

Earlier, she’d wanted that very thing, but now that didn’t sound right. Wasn’t enough.

Again, her hair lashed her arms she shook her head. “I want…” The tempting pressure of the plug against her anus was making it hard to think.

Frustrated, she switched to French, pouring out her need and desperation.

“Too fast,” he said, “and my French is fucking shit.”

“Please.” Everything she’d said could be summed up with that one word.

“You said a hell of a lot more than please.”

“But that’s the only important part.”

The plug pressed down, indenting her anus for a second before the muscle gave. It felt deliciously thick as it sank into her, opening her wide. She was stretched and full, her breathing shallow. Oh god it was still coming, stretching her wider.

“Widest part is holding you open,” he murmured. “How does it feel?”

“Thick. There was a moment when I thought it would never stop getting bigger.”

The hand not holding the plug traced the line of her spine to the nape of her neck. He pressed his fingers over the collar she still wore. His collar.

“Next time I’ll get a butt plug harness and a thick plug with a fat neck. Maybe it won’t even be a plug, but a dildo.”

He completely withdrew the plug, and the sensations from the removal had her shivering. When it wasn’t immediately thrust back in, she started to worry that she hadn’t taken it well. That he didn’t think she could handle it.

“Master Landon, please I want?—”