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As the sound of Grif’s footsteps grew louder, Davina pressed her hips back towards him. She was hoping he would touch her again. Penetrate her again. Even better, fuck her.

His hand cupped her right ass cheek. His palms were broad and warm, his fingers digging in just the right amount. This wasn’t petting or stroking. It was too firm and possessive for that.

This was her Master touching her. Preparing to use her.

Davina’s eyes, which had slid closed as she drifted towards that sweet, serene place, popped open.

Her Master?

No. She and Grif didn’t use that term. They were partners. If they had to use labels, he was the top—and even then not always. She was the submissive partner, not the sub or the submissive.

Lost in her own thoughts, she was shocked when something blunt and cold touched her asshole.

“What’s that?” she yelped.

“The next piece of jewelry.”

The low, sexy rumble in his voice made her stomach muscles tighten with need. “I thought you weren’t going to use a jeweled plug.” Her voice sounded breathless and needy, not at all like her normal self.

“I’m not. This isn’t a jeweled plug. Or, not just a jeweled plug.” Grif released her ass and circled around to stand in front of her. His gaze slid up and down her naked body. “Straighten up. You’re arching your back, and you’ll get tired.”

She wasn’t just arching her back—she was arching it in order to stick her ass out. She wanted him to touch her, use her. That was fine and normal—that was what their relationship was about, after all.

But holding a stress position would make a scene end more quickly. She knew better than to stick out her butt—to pose and posture possibly at the expense of completing the plan or scene.

She pulled her hips forward, kneeling tall. That gave her some good slack on the rope and chain at her arms, so she rolled her shoulders.

“How are you feeling?” Griff leaned in and inspected her wrists.

Davina stretched and nipped his chin. “Impatient.”

He jerked back, rubbing his chin. The corners of his eyes were crinkled with a smile. “Minx.”

The light caught the item he held in his other hand. She leaned a little to the right, trying to see.

Grif put his hand behind his back and grinned.

Davina took a deep breath.

His eyes dropped to her breasts.

Ha.

She knew what would come next. He’d say something teasing, or maybe he’d “punish” her with some rough breast play—a gentle slap, nipple pinch. Something.

Grif’s gaze met hers.

Davina took another deep breath, but this time it wasn’t an attempt to make him look, to tempt him. It was a gasp of shock.

Grif’s eyes seemed to glitter with…anger? Determination? He was beetle-browed, his mouth set in a hard line.

He took the toy from behind his back, holding it up so she could see it.

It was a plug, but it wasn’t. Rather than a tapered bulb, narrow neck, and flared base, this plug was a metal ball, four inches of large-link chain, and a round metal disk. The disk, which would serve as the base, was encrusted with rhinestones, and had a large O ring set into it.

Davina looked up, trying to catch Grif’s gaze, but he was looking at the center of her forehead.

Was he really angry? Why would he be?

Because you’re not being a good sub. You’re trying to top from the bottom. You weren’t showing off your breasts because you wanted him to know how willing you were to be used and played with. You wanted to make sure you could still make him do things. You wanted him to look because you wanted to be in control.

And he realized what you were doing.

Davina’s teeth clenched.

Grif’s fingers closed around the strange plug. “Hips back. Tell me if your shoulders start to hurt.”

Then he was gone from her line of sight, circling around behind her. Part of her wanted to turn her head and look at him, watch him. It was the same part of her that felt ashamed for what she’d done.

She stared resolutely forward, arching her upper body and lifting her ass until her shoulder and back muscles strained.

Her ass cheeks were pushed apart, his fingers and thumb holding her open. The defiance and defensiveness that made her jaw tight started to thaw.

The cold ball of the plug—which felt massive as it glided up and down the crack of her ass—was intimidating in the best way.

Grif centered it on her anus. Without a taper it just sat against the ring of muscle. There was no tip to ease it in.

“I’ve prepped your ass,” he told her in a cold voice. “You will take the ball all at once. If you tense up and try and keep it out, I will force it in.”

That was both terrifying and so arousing that her pussy clenched in reaction. Her pussy lips were so slick with her body’s natural lubricant that every time she shifted even a little, she could feel her labia sliding against each other. She knew that by this point her inner thighs were probably wet, too.

“I expect you to relax.” He moved the hand holding her ass open, instead laying it on the small of her back, a warm, firm presence. “I expect you to take this into your ass.”

“Yes.” The word “master” was right there, waiting to be used. She held it back. “I will. I…want it,” she added.

“Relax.”

but didn’t enter. Instead the pressure pushed her hips forward. She didn’t have enough leverage to push back against the brute

“I can’t,” she stammered.

one arm under her, his forearm braced at the bend of her upper thighs and

“I do.”

His forearm was like a steel beam under her. A rock and a hard place? No, her master’s arm and the huge plug, that was where she was stuck. She no longer had any control of her body. Her upper

holding her still

was like the rope bondage she loved. Being restrained, held, the ability—and need—to

realization was like a bright flash of light in her brain. For a moment everything in her mental landscape went white, and then she relaxed

She cried out at the sweet pain, then it was in, her muscles closing around the unfamiliarly flexible chain. The ball was a hard, broad presence inside her. She felt full and used—both familiar sensations, but this was different. It was like tasting a new breed of orange—the flavor familiar,

murmured. “That was big, and you took it

It felt so good to have his collar tight on her neck, her ass

and thighs, stilled for a

my name,”

odd command, but a

“Grif.”

am I…who am I to

“My master.”

circled around to her front. Lifting her chin, he met her gaze. His

he said. “Maybe I should stop, but I’m going to keep

“Please don’t stop.”

against hers.

smell of his breath—it was always a little minty, because he always brushed his teeth before they started. She’d watched him do it. Had she ever told him how much she liked that he did that? How she’d had to switch to unscented toothpaste because sometimes the smell of mint gave her visceral flashbacks to their time together, leaving her wet and needy when she needed to be either getting ready for work or drifting off

could tell him either of those things he’d turned away. That was okay, she could still feel him—not his touch, but his domination, his control. It was there in the collar and cuffs. The way her ass

the chair back. She looked down at it, trying to see if there was anything on the chains, any indication of what he’d use it

back

inside her, and brought the encrusted disk-base tight against the outside of her anus. She gasped at the feel of the bumpy surface against the sensitive

“Tell me,” he commanded.

base of the plug.

on the inner face, to stimulate

course,

Grif blinked. “Davina.”

had he said her name

you know what you’re

a ridiculous

“You’re calling me Master.”

are my

clear. Aroused to the point of intoxication, bound in a wonderful, unfamiliar way, she had total clarity. The reasons she hadn’t used the word

knew what she was doing,

to pull it together and take about a million steps

was annoying, and easy

was still furrowed. “I needed to check. While we’re

“I don’t need it.”

Grif’s brows rose. “Did I ask if

in his tone. This was what she wanted—to be corrected

“No, Master.”

is your

“Mandala.”

and approval. “Time to decorate those

a deep breath,

breast, squeezing until the skin plumped between his splayed fingers. His lips closed delicately over the tip, a gentle kiss, at odds

into his mouth, taking not just the nipple, but the whole

of his mouth made her pussy clench. She’d always found it odd and wonderful that

until finally her flesh popped from his mouth. She leaned towards him, wanting more, her arms

he commanded.

whimper of protest she obeyed. She should have trusted him, should have known there would be

what I’m using

looked at

just go around her nipple, but enclosed it. The ends of the looping, woven bands were anchored at two small open rings, with a straight post threaded through it. Rather than simple balls, the delicate post ended

quickly cleaned his hands with hand sanitizer, and then picked up the nipple cage and unscrewed one disk before pulling the post free. Her nipple was still damp, areola tight from the cooling effect of air on wet flesh. He stroked the bottom curve of her breast, waiting for her areola to

placed the cage over her

going to put the nipple cage on now. Take a breath and

through the ring of the nipple cage, then

done. Having him insert nipple jewelry was a mix of uncomfortable, arousing, and wonderfully intimate. Nipple jewelry was sexy when it was in,

ring on the other edge of

was delicately made, with a small gauge post, the nipple cage was far larger than what she normally wore. She’d never worn a cage before, but the ones she’d occasionally considered purchasing had always

given the size, it had rotated forward, leaving a gap between the upper line of her

other nipple, Davina looked

the weight of the piece, were stimulating,

over the nipple itself, leaving several centimeters of clearance. The diameter of the cage

locked part of

uneasy shiver worked down

the feeling of restriction

shook her head, as if that would help the

This time when he stepped

these, Master?” she

“Why nipple jewelry?”