Something cold and wet touched her butthole, and she squeaked, automatically clenching.Mason’s fingers dug into the muscles of her lower back.
“Relax,” he said, in a deep, commanding voice that somehow actually worked on her; she immediately unclenched and went lax over his lap.
Holy fuck.How had he done that?
Audrey stared down at her cuffs, nipples throbbing, as the tip of the plug pushed into her rear entrance.
He was right.
It didn’t hurt.
But it felt very odd.
That was not an “in” hole.That was an “out” hole.But he was pushing something into it, anyway.Audrey whimpered.Not because it hurt, but because her brain was struggling to process the sensation.It didn’t hurt.Did it feel good?
She wasn’t sure.
It felt… raw.
Invasive.
Exciting.
The plug twisted and pushed, going deeper, stretching her open.The stretch burned slightly.A sting.
Then he was pulling it back, retreating, and the sensation made her gasp with the strangeness.
This was nothing like having something in her pussy.
Other than the sensation of being full, she was being filled in thewrong hole.
The wrongness, the perversity, only added to her excitement.Her arousal.
She liked that it was wrong.Dirty.The kind of thing that would throw her mother into a faint.
Who knew that putting something up your butt could feel like rebellion?
“Oh!”
He’d pushed it deeper, and Audrey rocked forward, her toes curling.Mason’s grip on her tightened, holding her in place as he firmly worked the plug back and forth between her cheeks, stretching her more.She gasped.The sting, the burn was growing as he pushed deeper, and her pussy was getting wetter and hotter with every thrust of the plug into her bottom.
Full.
She felt so full.
Too full.
“Are you sure you’re using the small plug?”she asked breathlessly, pressing her hands against the carpet, her muscles clenching again.
Mason laughed.
“Oh, yes.Trust me, you’ll be able to take things much bigger than this little plug, eventually.”
It might have looked little, but it felt huge.
His cock is a lot bigger.
Oh God.
