He turned me and I faced him, panting, my eyes wide. My orgasm had come out of nowhere and hit me like a truck. I didn’t know what Cole was up to with this sexy maid, sleep in my bed but don’t sleep with me business, but this game was beyond anything I’d played before. I was addicted.
“Disobeying orders already?” He looked amused by my orgasm. I didn’t care if I was ‘in trouble.’ That climax had been worth it.
Cole stepped back, making sure I was steady on my feet. My legs felt like spaghetti, but they held me. “Hands on the wall. Ass out.”
I obeyed with alacrity, and he flipped up my flimsy skirt. “Such a beautiful behind. A masterpiece.” He palmed it and gave it a smack. In my mind’s eye, I imagined him admiring how it jiggled. I guess it wasn’t too fat for him.
“Because you came without permission, you get more punishment. Not a spanking, something more fun.”
I heard him move behind me. “Bend down, stick your ass out.” I jumped when Cole spread something cool between my ass cheeks.
He slipped a finger in and I cursed behind the gag.
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” His finger fucked me and I groaned into the wall. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good. I didn’t know what to think about the sensation, but the humiliation was making me drip.
“See this?” He showed me a metal bulb with a red jewel on the end. “This is going in your ass.”
I protested and he ordered me to face the wall again. One hand clamped on the back of my neck, holding me still while the other slid the plug between my cheeks.
“I’m gonna train your ass for me,” he rasped. This must be turning him on as much as it did me. “You’re gonna walk around my house plugged and ready. I own your ass now. Whenever I snap my fingers, you’re going to bend over and show me what I own.”
I felt something poke my bunghole. Hard and unyielding, the plug stretched me open a little. Fuck.
I moaned as he twisted it in. “It the smallest I have. Complain and I’ll go up a size.”
My head thunked against the wall.
“Oh, I forgot.” He chuckled. “You can’t complain. You’re gagged.”
For a few minutes, he played with my bottom, squeezing each cheek, lifting and parting them. I almost got used to the foreign object filling me, but he pulled me away from the wall and the movement made the plug feel strange all over again.
He kissed my forehead. “You’re doing so well. Go to the kitchen and make me a sandwich.”
In the kitchen, I spread mustard on bread, tingling with arousal. The plug made me feel full and very, very aware of the sensations between my legs.
As I walked back to the den, plate in hand and body trembling so much I had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, I realized I hadn’t worried about anything all day. Not my mom, not my bills. I set Cole’s lunch down in front of him and waited for my next order. I still struggled with my thoughts—the casual degradation filled me with anger and arousal. I loved and hated what he did to me, but I couldn’t deny that he’d kept his promise.
This brilliant and beautiful sadist had given me peace.
From the tent at the front of his trousers, he wasn’t entirely unaffected.
“Regina,” Cole’s voice broke into my thoughts, and I went to him. He’d eaten his sandwich and set it aside on the couch, and now he wanted dessert.
I came to stand between his legs and he unbuckled the gag. As I worked the kinks out of my jaw, his hands roved up and down my body.
“I love how you look at me,” he groaned. “Like I’m superman. Like I can do no wrong.”
I arched my back, pushing my breasts into his hands. “You can’t. I do all the wrong things for you.”
“Not anymore.”
Growing bolder, I leaned over him. My hand snaked over his abs and ventured lower. “I like being naughty.”
He sucked in a breath.
It was now or never. I had planned on seducing Cole, I just didn’t realize it would happen this fast. He wouldn’t sleep with me? Fine. There were other things we could do.
“I want your cock,” I purred.
