Page 234 of The Donovan Dynasty


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“Can’t wait to get you in the loft, attached to a beam.”He slapped her hard, right on top of where he’d landed the previous blows.

She yelped.

Arousal clawed at her, blistering and insistent.

His strong hands were on her legs, forcing them apart so he could adjust her position, allowing him better access.He licked her pussy and gently bit her clit, making her cry out and forcing her body forward as she tried to escape.

He began to fuck her pussy with a finger, keeping her distracted while he placed the slick plug against her ass.

“You’re already stretched.”

“Not convinced.”

He moved aside the plug and put his finger there.It amazed her how easily it went inside.“You’re more ready than you want to admit.”There was an annoying note of triumph in his voice.This man, this Dom, seemed to know more about her than she herself knew.

When he started to slide the plug in, she again tried to crawl up the side of the couch.

“It’ll be less difficult if you stop struggling.”

To her, there was nothing more natural than trying to escape.

“Thrust your hips back.”

“I…”

He worked his arm between the leather and her body.With his strength, he essentially held her immobile.“After this, it’ll be the medical table for you.It was made for squirming bottoms.”

He spanked her hard until she almost felt limbless.All the fight remaining in her vanished.

“Bear down.Now.”

Before she was totally ready, he pushed it in even as he jerked her pelvis back.

She screamed.

“You’re there.Relax and let it settle in.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.Fuck.”

“I’ll get the bigger one next time.”

The flexible silicone moved just a little as he tugged on it.But now that the thickest part was in, her sphincter closed around the small shaft and the momentary pain receded.

“I want you totally helpless.”

She felt as if she already were.

“Hands behind your back, please.”

The handcuffs.

Since she was bent over, it was difficult to comply, but he reached over to help her, holding her right hand at the small of her back while bringing her left to meet it.

He ratcheted the metal into place, and she felt him put a finger beneath each to make sure they weren’t too tight.

As if she weighed nothing, he moved her, inching her forward so that her toes no longer touched the ground.

He left her long enough to undress, and she’d never felt more exposed than with her legs spread, a plug stuffed up her ass, unable to move or see.