“You’re not ready for my cock yet. But you’ll take this for me, won’t you? Bend over my desk and offer your tight ass for me, then ask me nicely to push this plug into your hole instead of my hard cock.”
Swallowing thickly, I freeze, not sure if I can move.
“If you don’t ask me for the plug, it’ll be my dick going in your ass, Little Whore,” he warns.
Turning slowly around, I face the doorway and the monitor that’s still playing a video of me on the sidewalk and another ofme in the car on a loop. Bracing my hands on the desk, I slowly bend at the waist until my naked chest is pressed against his keyboard.
“Do you have anything to ask?” he prompts, his voice stony and cold, so different from the soft way he was praising me only minutes ago.
“Will you…” My voice trails off as I struggle to form words.
“Will I what, Little Bird?”
“Will you…”
“My dick is going to love forcing its way into your ass. I’ll try not to blow my load the moment I get inside of you, but if I do, your ass can keep it warm until I’m hard enough to fuck it.”
“Will you use the plug on me?” I blurt.
“I told you to ask nicely. That felt like you were ordering me. I thought you didn’t want that? You told me you were all mine. Mine to use. Mine to control. Mine.”
“I am yours,” I tell him. “Please use the plug on me.”
“Better, but not as nice as I’d hoped.”
“Please, Sebastian. Please use the plug on my ass. Please,” I beg, my voice wavering with each word.
“Such a polite little whore. Begging me to put this pretty little plug in your ass. Spread your legs, and I’ll reward you for asking so nicely.”
Shuffling my feet apart, I tense, bracing for the pressure of the plug at my ass, but instead, I feel the cool metal part my lips, then slip into my pussy.
“Let’s get this metal nice and wet,” he coos, sliding the plug in and out of my entrance, pushing it in deep, then pulling it out again until I can feel the arousal pooling between my thighs.
Sliding it free of my body, he lifts it to my ass, not bothering to tease me, simply placing the plug against my tight hole and pushing until my muscles are forced to relax, and the metal tip slips inside of me.
The plug hadn’t seemed much wider than the one we’d used earlier in the week when he’d tipped it onto his desk, but as he pauses with the broadest part of the bulb stretching me, I whine, pushing onto my tiptoes to evade the burn.
“Settle,” he snaps, twisting the plug but not pushing it deeper or pulling it out until I sink back to my feet. The moment I obey, he shoves the plug forward, burying it inside of me, the flat base resting tight against my skin.
“Oh god,” I moan when he tugs the end of the plug, stretching me, only to push it fully into me again.
“How would you feel about wearing a plug all of the time?” he ponders, asking a question that I doubt he expects me to answer. “I could get you a full set that say Wife, Little Bird, and Little Whore on them.”
Unable to speak, I shake my head.
“Perhaps I won’t make you wear them all the time. Just when I decide I want you to. Like now. I’d planned to fuck your cunt, but I find that I’m enjoying just watching you, with your ass full of the plug you begged me to fill you with.”
The plug, his words, and everything else combine to set me on fire, and I twist around so I can look at him over my shoulder. “Sebastian, please.”
Looking at me for a long moment, he dismisses me, turning his gaze back to the plug.
After what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a handful of minutes, he fists my hair and drags me backward onto his waiting cock. Lifting me on and off his dick, he fucks me in short thrusts, lifting me off him completely, only to drag me back down, forcing his dick into me until his thighs are pressed against my butt.
Sitting down, he pulls me onto his lap with his dick inside of me and spreads our legs, finding my clit and rubbing until I come with a scream. Mid yell, he stands, flipping me forwardonto his desk, then yanks the plug from my ass before forcing it back into me again. Screaming again at the pain and pleasure and all the other emotions that have combined to form a feeling that I barely know how to describe, I feel tears rush from my eyes as he presses my head to the desk and fucks me. Slamming into me once, then twice, he comes, his grip on me tightening, then relaxing as he jerks his hips, pumping his cum into me until I can feel it dripping past his cock and down the inside of my thighs.
Tears blur my vision as I start to cry, great big hacking sobs that shake my whole body. I don’t feel myself being moved, but the next thing I’m aware of is being cradled in Sebastian’s strong arms while he rocks me, cooing shakily in my ear.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry. Fuck, it’s going to be okay.”
