Page 134 of Masters of Secrets

That had been a lot more intense than in class. Not just because the plug was bigger, either.

“Good boy,” Mistress Julie murmured, and he felt the plug move inside him as she twisted it back and forth, igniting all the little nerve endings around his sphincter. The slickness of the lube made it easy to spin, and when his muscles clamped down instinctively, all it did was amplify the sensations.

“Fuck!” The word came out in a hoarse bark, the muscles along his back rippling as his body tried to curl inward, tried to adjust to the new stimulation. She laughed low in her throat, then gave the plug a little tug, starting to stretch him around the bulb again before releasing it.

“Very good. Now, I want you sitting down on the bench for me, one foot on either side of it.” Releasing his sack, she patted his ass.

Right.

Sitting right on the plug.

Great.

His dick throbbed as he straightened up and turned around to look down at her. The wicked gleam in her eye as she watched him just turned him on even more. His dick bobbed as he stepped back, one leg on either side of the bench, and he took a deep breath. Every movement jostled the plug inside him, bumping it against his prostate, making his cock jerk in reaction.

Lowering himself onto the bench under Mistress Julie’s watchful gaze made his face heat, but at the same time, he didn’t feel embarrassed exactly—incredibly vulnerable for sure, but not embarrassed. Still, his face was turning red, which might partly be from exertion.

Sitting on the plug meant he was definitely not going to be able to forget it was there. With his legs spread, the bench between them, most of his weight was right on the toy. It wasn’t big enough to hurt, but it sure as hell made its presence known.

“Fuck.” He let out all the air in his chest as he settled his weight onto the bench, his ass clenching around the plug, the wood cool against the underside of his sack. Mistress Julie smiled at him, pleased, and he felt something flutter inside his chest. Damn, but he liked making her smile.

“I do like a man who listens,” she quipped, winking at him.

Connor grinned back at her, eager to please.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Now. Hands behind your back. Fold them up to hold on to your elbows.” As she gave him instructions, she moved around behind him. He could hear her pulling something else out of one of the lockers while he did as she said, then felt the leather wrapping around his forearms, locking them together and holding them in place.

It was a good thing he was flexible. Holding the position wasn’t the easiest, but the leather strap around them helped. Not too tight, but it gave him some support, so he wasn’t straining to stay in place. He was able to relax his arms just a bit, allowing the leather to do some of the work.

Mistress Julie’s hand slipped up his back, her nails trailing across his shoulders as she circled back around him, making him shudder at the rivulets of sensation. By the time she came back around to face him—with him sitting on the bench, they were nearly of a height, with her just a little taller than him in her heels—he could feel himself begging for more with his eyes.

Having his hands behind his back meant he wouldn’t be able to touch her, which, of course, made his desire to touch her so much bigger.

Her nails trailed down over his chest, scraping over a sensitive nipple, and he hissed out a breath between his teeth. It stung, making the little bud throb, yet his dick throbbed in response because right now, it was struggling to tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

“I think some jewelry next,” Mistress Julie announced, smiling down at him. He groaned when she opened her other hand, and he could see that she was holding clamps connected by a thin metal chain.

Yeah, he remembered those things from class. They fucking hurt.

But he’d take the pain for her if that was what she wanted. Hell, he was already taking pain in the ass. The plug hadn’t hurt at first, but it was growing more uncomfortable the longer he sat on it, and he found himself squirming in place a bit to try to secure a more comfortable position.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at his groan.

“No, Ma’am. Just remembering how much those hurt.”

“They do.” Mistress Julie leaned forward, her lips hovering over his as her free hand moved down to grip his dick. This time, his groan was of pure pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pumped, moving her hand along the thick length. “And you’re going to take it for me, aren’t you, good boy?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said immediately, desperately, and was rewarded with another pump of her hand along his cock.

She released him, and he had to hold back a whimper. Fuck, his cock was aching from the teasing. But if he was a good boy, he’d get a reward. And he liked being good for her. He liked knowing she was pleased with him. That he was doing a good job.

He liked being the one putting a smile on her face, even if that smile was a little sadistic.

Whatever she wanted.

He hissed but didn’t protest when she put the first clamp on the tiny bud of his nipple, flattening it. Such a small part of his body, but it throbbed like a mother fucker as it was crushed between the rubber tips of the clamp. A moment later, the other one matched it, leaving him panting for breath as he adjusted to the sensation.