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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.”

didn’t enter. Instead the pressure pushed her hips

“I can’t,” she stammered.

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

“I do.”

seemingly flat. 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

arm under her hips stopped her from moving, holding her still and in place for the invader he was forcing against her

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

moment everything in her mental landscape went white,

chain. The ball was a hard, broad presence inside her. She felt full and used—both familiar

was big,

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

her hips and

my name,” he

odd command, but

“Grif.”

who am I…who am

“My master.”

he met her gaze. His eyes were so warm. So

said. “Maybe I should stop,

“Please don’t stop.”

forehead against hers. “I won’t.

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

touch, but his domination, his control. It was

returned, he draped handfuls of carefully separated chain over the chair back. She looked down at it, trying to see if there was anything on the chains, any indication

your back

brought her hips forward a little, taking the pressure off her lower back. That made the ball shift 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

“Tell me,” he commanded.

of the

the inner face,

twitched. “Of course, Master, it makes perfect

Grif blinked. “Davina.”

said her name like

know what

a ridiculous question.

“You’re calling me Master.”

you are my

wonderful, unfamiliar way, she had total clarity. The reasons she hadn’t used the word before didn’t matter. Her past didn’t matter, in the place of weightless clarity she didn’t need to

she was

a million

voice was annoying, and

relaxed, but his brow was still furrowed. “I needed to check. While we’re at

“I don’t need it.”

“Did I

in his tone. This was what she

“No, Master.”

is your safe

“Mandala.”

and approval. “Time

a deep breath,

lips closed delicately

mouth, taking

sucked. Each pull of his mouth made her pussy clench. She’d always found it odd and wonderful that there seemed to be some magical connection between nipples and pussy. A connection that existed only

sucked hard and pulled his head away. The suction of his warm, wet mouth elongated her nipple until

commanded.

a small whimper of protest she obeyed. She should have trusted him, should

what I’m

her lips as she looked at what he held up. A

she’d seen before—the diameter of a quarter. Delicate bands of silver metal formed a filigree dome that didn’t 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

alcohol wipe over the nipple he’d just been sucking. He 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

the cage over her nipple, lining it up with

a breath and hold still. I don’t want to hurt

the nipple cage, then carefully started to wiggle and

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

the post was threaded through the small mooring ring on the other edge of the cage. He screwed on the disk, then

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 been smaller, meant to hug and cup the nipple

of her breast, and given the size, it had rotated forward, leaving a gap between the

nipple, Davina looked down at her breast, examining her new

nipple, and the weight of the piece, were stimulating, but she would soon get used to that, and once she did, it would be very hard—impossible even—for her

several centimeters of clearance. The diameter of the cage was large enough that it encompassed almost all

he’d locked part of

odd, uneasy shiver worked down

part of the feeling of restriction that

if that would help

when he stepped back he kept

Master?” she asked

“Why nipple jewelry?”