His slicked fingertip circled my tight opening, going round and round, coaxing. Pressure built as he pressed inward just enough to breach me. The intrusion was strange—but not bad. He kissed my neck as he pumped his fingertip in and out shallowly, each time gliding in a little more easily.
“It feels…” My breath caught. “…so different. Good. Full, but—I don’t—”
“Shh. Just let me in,” he insisted, sliding free only to replace his finger with the cool tip of the plug.
“Breathe, Lacey.”
The first push had me rising onto my toes. A startled whimper slipped out. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt—deep, tight, stretching against muscles that wanted to lock down hard.
“No, see?” I said. “It can’t possibly fit—”
His palm rubbed slow circles on my lower back. “Relax…and push out against it.”
“I can’t—”
“Lacey,” he said, his voice like the crack of a whip. “Do as you’re told.”
Humiliation burned hot in my cheeks, but the urge to please him was stronger. I forced myself to breathe and push.
The sting sharpened. My nails bit crescents into my palms as I squeezed my hands into fists. It hurt—but I refused to make a sound that would let him think I couldn’t take it.
“That’s it,” he murmured, almost reverently.
Just when I thought I would split apart, the widest point slid past, and the plug seated itself with a silentsnapagainst my ring.
I gasped and squirmed at the invasion. The weight was heavy, pressing intrusively inside me, unyielding. Each tiny shift sent a ripple of electric sensation through my core, making my pussy clench involuntarily. It wasn’t just the pressure—it was the constant awareness of being filled in a place I’d never allowed before.
He smoothed his palms over my ass cheeks, then tugged my panties back up and lowered my dress.
Spinning me around, he cupped my face. “You’re so beautiful. Now…let’s have a little fun tonight.”
He placed a firm kiss on my forehead before he took my hand and guided me toward the elevator.
The first step made me falter. It was like the plug didn’t move with me—it stayed exactly where it was, making my muscleswork around it with every stride. Walking with something so solid filling me was…strange. A dull ache lingered, but already it was shifting toward something else—sparking something low in my belly.
He noticed, of course, his eyes darkening as he tugged me forward.
By the time we stepped into the elevator, my walk had turned into a careful sway. Each slight bounce made the plug shift inside me, forcing me to stifle tiny gasps.
Nik pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and gripping my ass possessively. His fingers pressed inward just enough to make me feel the jewel plug move deeper.
“God, I love your inexperience,” he murmured against my ear. “Being your first in every way. I own your pussy…and after tonight, I’ll own your little asshole too.”
A heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment crawled up my neck. The thought of his cock there made my knees weaken. I started to go down, but he caught me easily, keeping me upright.
“No worries, Lacey,” he said, his mouth curling against my ear. “I’ve always got you.”
Rory dropped us at the curb in front of Xyst. The cold winter breeze snapped against my bare legs as I stepped out, making me shiver. I hadn’t worn a coat, knowing we’d just be stepping out of the car and into the club.
The last time we’d been here, my world had been rocked, flipped, and set on fire.
“Wonder how tonight will turn out,” I murmured under my breath, half to Nik, half to myself.
He slipped an arm around my waist. “Tonight is about having a good time,” he said. “Nothing else.”
Even on a normal night, this area of town was a spectacle. But this was Saturday. The entire street was alive with light and noise—engines purring on the street, groups of people laughing, women in short dresses clinging to men in bespoke suits, all of them gravitating toward the decadent heat radiating from the club.
Nik led me to the front door, and as soon as we stepped inside, the bass from the live band vibrated through the floor and into my feet. The atmosphere was instantly dazzling—the light of the chandeliers washing the room in gold and shadows, glinting off glasses and sequined dresses. It was rowdy in a refined way. Every table was packed, and the dance floor pulsed with movement.
