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I shut my eyes.

“No.” His voice stayed calm. “Open them.”

I did.

He turned me with easy certainty until my back was to him. His hands spread my cheeks and I felt the terrible heat of his gaze on the plug nested there. His thumb stroked around it once, then pressed lightly against the base. My whole body jumped.

“Such a pretty little bottom,” he said. “And we’re going to make it prettier.”

My breath came faster.

“I’m going to have your pussy waxed. Your anus too, since you have a few stray hairs here.” He said it with the same matter-of-fact certainty with which he had discussed committee votes. “We’re going to get you nice and smooth. Then when I put you in lace panties you’ll look as exposed as you should.”

I made a helpless noise.

He laughed under his breath. “When you’re allowed to wear panties.”

That went through me so hard that my thighs trembled. I hated that he so obviously had known it would.

His fingers found my clit from behind, and at the same moment his other hand took hold of the plug and moved it slightly. The combination broke something in me at once. I gasped and pushed back before I could stop myself.

“Yes,” he said softly. “That’s what I thought.”

He kept me turned away while he played with me, one hand at my pussy, one at my plugged ass, until my composure dissolved into little moans and pleading breaths. Every tiny shift of the plug translated through my whole body. Every stroke at the front made me more aware of the fullness behind. I could feel myself becoming mindless with it, the shame changing shape into need too fast to fight.

“What kind of girl are you?” he asked again.

I bit my lip hard enough to hurt.

His fingers left my clit.

I whimpered immediately, and he stood.

The next second he had bent me over the dining table. The edge pressed into my hips. He drew my arms behind me and folded them there, pinning my wrists in one hand so thoroughly that I understood at once how impossible it would be to resist. His other hand rested at the back of my neck for one second, forcing me down.

“When you say it,” he said near my ear, “I’ll fuck your pussy.”

CHAPTER 18

Porter

The answer came from Alex instantly, sobbed and breathless and mortifying.

“I’m the kind of girl who needs it in the ass.”

“Good girl,” I growled, and I freed her arms for just long enough to let the robe fall from my shoulders. I took hold of her wrists again, my raging cock in my left hand, and I brought the head of my manhood up against the glistening, luscious entrance to the recesses of my new fuck toy’s body. Her whole frame shuddered, her arm muscles struggling against the restraint of my fingers in a way I knew very well, of a young woman just beginning to learn how deeply bondage affected her.

Alex cried out as I drove my cock into her wet little cunt from behind, the table bracing her, my right hand keeping her wrists pinned at the small of her back while my left settled first on the roundness of her hip, then moved to the black base of the plug. Her pussy took me greedily despite the fresh humiliation, despite the tears I could hear still caught in her breathing. I gave her one hard, deep stroke and felt her whole body answer.

“That’s right,” I said, bending so I could speak near her ear. “This is what you begged for.”

She made a sound, half sob, half moan, and pushed back against me in a fashion I felt sure some part of her found disgraceful even as her body responded to my dominance. The plug shifted under my fingers as I moved it gently, and the effect on her was immediate. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt clenched around me in hot little spasms that drew a pleased growl from my chest.

I fucked her hard, though not carelessly. Alex needed force right then, force and certainty, the kind that takes a girl past self-consciousness and leaves her only the fact of being used properly. Each thrust drove her against the edge of the table. Each slight movement of the plug made her gasp anew. I could feel the way the sensations braided together for her, the pussy and the ass, exactly as I had told her they would.

“Oh, God… oh, God…”

“Sir,” I said, and pulled the plug outward just enough to make her cry out.