“What? You… What?”
“I bought them for this. For you. They aren’t part of my normal travel kit.”
“You bought… What did you say they were?”
“Anal trainers. Dilators.” He pressed the washcloth between the cheeks of her ass. She clenched her butt, trying to keep him out.
He set down the wand and smacked her ass in a hard, loud spank. It jolted her enough he was able to wiggle the washcloth where he wanted it, pressing it right against her anus as he started to rub in small circles.
It felt good. Really good. And not just because it was physically pleasurable.
She tried to take control of the situation, to change and negate his plan, and he’d stopped her. Showed her with a single spank that he would do whatever he wanted to and with her. There was peace in that.
“Butt plugs,” he explained. “In graduated sizes. They get progressively longer and wider. Both the bulb of the plug, and the neck—the part that actually holds you open. It will make sure you’re able to take my cock here.”
He pressed the washcloth hard against her, almostintoher.
Then the washcloth was gone and it was his bare fingers rubbing and touching her there. Exploring.
“I’ve had a butt plug before,” she blurted out. “It wasn’t big, and it had a heart jewel in it.”
“Those are usually novelty items, not proper toys, though not always.”
The tip of one finger entered her. It was easy, slid in smoothly, thanks to the long, slow massage he’d been giving her there.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes. It made me feel…”
“Submissive?”
“Calm.”
“A butt plug makes you calm?” He wiggled the tip of his finger, making her aware of all the nerve endings inside that ring of muscle. “Your ass may never be plug-less again.”
He pulled his finger free.
“You can’t?—”
“I can.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“Something along the lines of I can’t keep your ass plugged at all times. I assure you, I can.” He turned her so her backwas once more against the wall. He was lathering his hand with a bar of soap as they talked. “Not constant wear, no. But two hours plugged, three hours free, then three hours plugged…” He shrugged. “I assure you I can and would set a timer and when it went off, I’d bend you over the closest piece of furniture and either remove or insert a nice fat plug.”
He leaned in and kissed her belly button, then the skin under it, then her mons. He bit her there, gently, but enough she felt it.
“Or my cock, of course. Twice a day, we could skip the plug and instead, I’d take my time fucking your pretty ass.”
Nikolett was swallowing down the urge to beg him to fuck her ass right now, when he once more propped her foot on his thigh and reached over her leg to spread her labia.
Beep, beep, beep.He ramped up the pressure on the shower wand.
Nikolett stared at him wide-eyed. “Eric, no, I can’t. Not again.”
“You can.”
He brought the wand up, the spray directed at her inner thighs.
