"Now, bend over the table. I want your skirt around your waist and your legs spread."
"What? Why?"
"So I can put the plug in."
I gasp in outrage. "But you asked me to choose between the collar and the plug. I chose the collar."
Adriano shakes his head. "I asked you which you preferred to put on first."
"You son of a…."
His hand whips out and grabs my chin. His grip is firm but not painful.
"Finish that sentence and I'll whip your butt before I put the plug in."
I press my lips together and he releases me.
"Now, get in position,cara."
My legs drag as I take the few short steps to the dressing table. I lift my skirt up around my waist and lean down to rest my elbows on the surface.
Adriano moves behind me and lowers my wispy black panties so he has access to my ass.
"You're not going to put it in dry are you?"
"If you hadn't obeyed so quickly I might have," Adriano says. "But I'm going to fuck your ass soon and I don't want to risk damaging it."
"I'd hate to spoil your fun with my internal injuries," I huff.
Adriano runs a hand over the swell of my ass. "Careful, Eliza. That mouth is dangerously close to getting you in real trouble."
"I'm sorry." For once I manage to sound contrite.
"Good girl." The praise kink I discovered in his office makes its presence known again. I hate that. He bends over me so I feel his warmth on my back and kisses my cheek. "Now, wait right there while I find some lube.”
Did he not bring some with him? Was he actually planning to shove that thing inside me without something to ease its way?
"There's lube in the drawer in the nightstand." I tell him in case he goes searching for some and comes up empty.
"Yes, I know. My decorator seemed to think my guests would enjoy a few additional amenities in their rooms."
Well, that explains the handcuffs and six million condoms in my drawer.
While Adriano goes to fetch the bottle of lube I hold my position.
As the seconds drag on I realize he's doing this on purpose, testing my obedience.
With the threat of an ass whipping on top of everything I'm not about to defy him.
He returns a minute later with the bottle in hand.
"This might be a little cold," he says as he drizzles some between my buttocks.
"You missed your calling as a doctor," I tell him.
"Well, if you're into medical play, I'm sure I can read up on a few things."
"No thank you," I say primly.
