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Chapter 20

Master Jenson’s finger withdrew from her ass, and then a second joined it. Anna winced against the initial stretching, but when he started thrusting, she was again swamped by pleasure. His other hand dipped into her pussy, testing the wetness there.

“You’re enjoying having your ass used, aren’t you?”

“I am, Master, I am.”

“Good. You’re going to take more now.” He added a third finger and Anna’s nails pressed into the vinyl. “Relax,” he demanded. “You will take three fingers in your ass.”

“Y-yes.”

He rocked his fingers, barely moving them. Slowly her body relaxed, opening to him. He pushed his fingers deeper and she felt the hard ridge of his knuckles. She cried out as he stretched her.

“Good girl. Good girl.”

Anna’s breathing was shallow, her nipples hard points under her, her clit throbbing. He pulled his fingers free. Anna drew in a deep breath, then let out a whimper as he pulled the beaten cheeks of her ass farther apart. More lube poured over her anus.

There was pressure against her puckered hole, something smooth and firm. Her master applied force and it sank into her ass, opening her a little more with each centimeter. The smooth surface of the plug was easier to accept than his fingers. Her body stretched and stretched. The first twinges of true pain made her twitch her hips.

“Hold still. We’re half way.”

“Half way?” she whispered.

“Yes. And what do you say?”

Anna sighed. “Thank you, Master.”

“Good girl.”

and deeper it went, stretching her anus

in his voice. “You’re marked from the beating, and your tight

he’d pushed them to. The plug slid

is the widest part. I’ve never opened

Jensen pressed his palm against her ass cheek. Anna shrieked in pain. Her anus clenched around the massive plug, but it was

and the plug slid in. Her body closed around the neck, which, while narrower,

that beautifully. Hands and

into her pussy. His wrist pressed against her ass and the pings of pain only

ripped through her. It was unexpected and violent. Anna screamed, her muscles clenching which only made her more aware of the plug. Her arms trembled, and if not

It’s okay. Just let

lightning strikes of pleasure zipping through her

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“For what?”

have permission

you know you were going

“No, Master.”

apologize. That was one of

the ottoman, then pulled her on top of him. She straddled his thighs, resting her chest and head against him. He stroked her sides and

“Thank you, Master.”

kissed her temple. “You’re welcome, but

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