He parted her legs and tucked the heel of each of her feet into the stirrups.Then he used cuffs to hold her in place.“Brace your weight on your heels.”Once she had, he slid a portion of the table back.
She gasped.
Her bottom was unsupported and her pussy was exposed, meaning she was at his mercy.“You okay?”
“It’s… Yes.”
“Tell me,” he encouraged.
“Strange.But…”
He waited.
“I like it.”
“Tell me how this was,” he said, tapping the plug.“And yes, you have to answer.”
She struggled to lift her head so she could look at him.“At first, awful.I started practicing Friday night when I got home.I actually had to stop at the drug store for lube.I didn’t get it in, and I got frustrated.I almost called you to tell you what I thought of you.”
He struggled to suppress his amusement.He kind of wished she had.
“I decided to try again as I was masturbating on Sunday.”
“You played with yourself?”
She squeezed her eyes shut.“I didn’t mean to tell you that.”
“I’ll have to watch sometime.”
“How did I know you were going to say that?”
“Go on,” he prompted, gently trailing his finger down her belly, then lower, between her legs.
“Cade!”
“Keep talking.”
She squirmed, but her bonds prevented her escape.
“Anyway,” she went on, “I was able to get it in.I wore it for a while, but yesterday, I skipped it because my ass burned.”
He grinned.“And today?”
“I put it in at lunchtime at the San Antonio office.I’m about ready for it to come out.”
Which meant he needed to change up the scene he’d planned and fuck her first so that he could remove it from her.That suited him fine.He’d last longer, have more patience later.
He trailed his fingertip over her clit, teasing her, reveling in the way she struggled and strained, trying to force her pretty pussy against him more.“How are your nipples?”
She shook her head.
“I think they’d look more beautiful with clamps on them.”
He left her for a moment and she gave a very impatient, unladylike grunt.
“I don’t think I like parts of this,” she protested.
“No.I don’t expect that you do.”He grinned.“Breathe.”
