“What else, Autumn?” I grunt, sweat prickling my back.
“To own!” She cries out the word on a broken moan, and I finger-fuck her relentlessly as I twist the plug in her arse.
“Such a good girl.” I coo, leaning close, breath hot on her neck, moving my fingers faster. Her moans climb louder, body tensing like a bowstring. Then she screams raw as her orgasm slams through her. Hard. Filthy. Waves crashing visible in every shudder.
She comes all over my hand, gushing hot, and collapses forward, arse still raised high, plug glinting.
I pull my fingers free slow and stand. Look down at the beautiful little plug with my Celtic knot on the base, peeking perfectly from her stretched arse.
“Now the rules.”
I turn her around with steady pressure. She whimpers softly, body limp and glowing. I open my legs and press my weight on her, pinning her.
“Rules?” She stutters, voice hoarse, eyes wide with aftershock.
“For the plug, trouble.” I lean in, face inches from hers, heat shared. Then I pull her with me and push her to the floor. She drops to her knees, hands bracing in front, breath ragged.
“Eyes on me.” I order, and she obeys, looking up through heavy lids, cheeks flushed deep red, lips parted.
“Rule one.” I step back to take in the sight: her on her knees, head tilted up to hold my stare, hands resting on her lap without a word from me. Perfect submission. “You’ll wear it for three hours today. Tomorrow we size up, and you’ll wear it for four. By the end of the week, you’ll sleep with the biggest one.”
She nods once, quick, but I catch the fear flickering in her eyes, mixing with the heat. Good girl. Exactly how I want her.
“Rule two: Only I take it out. If you remove it without permission, I’ll punish you with my belt and double the time the next day.” I walk to the chair and sit heavily, legs spread wide, cock straining painfully against the zipper, pulse throbbing.
“Rule three: You’ll keep your legs closed when sitting, unless I say otherwise. You’ll feel it every time you move. Every shift. Every breath.”
I look at her hard. She’s still flushed crimson, thighs rubbing subtly together, hands fidgeting on her lap.
“Understood?” I ask, voice steel.
She nods once again, slower this time, swallowing hard.
I stand up, fluid, and walk to the door. “I’ll be back in three hours.”
Closing the door, I let out a slow breath, cracking my neck side to side, tension easing just a fraction.
Shit, I need to fight, but there is no way I’m leaving her here. The thought crosses my mind, and I grin darkly, satisfaction curling hot.
I open the door again, and she jumps from the bed, eyes wide. “Get dressed. We are going out.”
“What?” She stands quickly and winces, crossing her legs tight, thighs pressing together. I laugh low, the sound rumbling from my chest. “No sudden moves. Now get dressed.”
“And the plug?” She waves a hand, pissed off, cheeks flushing deeper.
“It’s coming too.” I close the door firmly and head to my bedroom. Grab my phone from the bed and text Kaden.
“Get the bikes out and one extra helmet.”
Thirty minutes later she walks out the front door, steps cautious, that subtle shift in her hips giving her away. “I thought I wasn’t safe outside these walls.” She frowns, arms crossing under her breasts.
I point to the seven bikes lined up gleaming. “You will be safe. Trust me.” Six of my men will ride along with Kaden, black gear and hard eyes.
She looks at my bike, a black beast of chrome and power, and shakes her head slow. “No, Flynn.” She whispers, eyes wide open, pulse jumping at her throat.
“Why not?” I cross my arms and lean casually on the bike, but my blood hums.
“You know why!” Her voice is low but on edge, body strung tight. I push off the bike and stalk towards her. Place the helmet on her head gently, buckling it under her chin as Kaden steps behind with the protection jacket, sliding it over her shoulders.
