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When I'm with You (Because You Are Mine #2) Page 91
Author: Beth Kery

Lucien straightened from the bedside chest when she walked out. He glanced over his shoulder.

“You look stunning,” he said slowly. He blinked, and then nodded toward the foot of the bed, where she saw a black pair of Christian Louboutin pumps resting.

“Put on your shoes,” he instructed. He turned once she stood in her heels. She glanced downward to what he held in his hand. Her expression flattened in disbelief when she saw the box of butt plugs she’d discovered in the drawer while he was out of town.

“Don’t panic,” he said. “If it helps you to know it, this isn’t part of your punishment. I would have put one of these in you whether I found you masturbating or not. I will make this as comfortable for you as I can, but that will take some time and patience. On both of our parts,” he added wryly under his breath. “Fortunately, we do have the gift of time tonight.” He opened the seal on the box and withdrew the smallest, narrowest of three rubber butt plugs. “Now, lift your skirt up over your ass and bend over the bed,” he said so matter-of-factly. It took him a moment to notice her incredulous, defiant glare.

“Do as I say,” he said, a trace of steel in his soft tone. “I would not ask anything of my little slave that I didn’t think she could take.”

Her chin went up at that, but so did her skirt. Her fiery glance over her shoulder before she leaned over and placed her hands on the mattress told him loud and clear that she could take it all right. She kept her head turned, wariness and excitement pulsing through her in equal measures when he set down the box of plugs and extricated the wooden paddle from the drawer.

“Look down at the bed,” Lucien said.

She turned her head slowly, painfully aware of her throbbing nipples and the cool, air-conditioned air tickling her wet pussy.

Smack.

She moaned softly at the stinging pain on her ass. A surge of liquid warmth dampened her sex even more. He paddled her again.

“I expect you to ask my permission to come, especially tonight,” he said from behind her. He landed another spank and her ass began to burn in earnest. “Tonight, you are my slave, so everything about you is mine, including your pleasure. Do you understand?”

When she didn’t immediately respond, he placed his hand on her shoulder and paddled her again, steadying her when she lurched forward slightly. She squealed.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I understand . . . you devil,” she added under her breath.

She got another hard one for that.

She bit her lip but couldn’t stop her moan of arousal when he parted her ass cheeks with one hand and paddled the flesh just over her asshole. Her anus tightened reflexively and tingled at the illicit blows.

By the time he stopped and replaced the paddle in the drawer, the surface of her ass burned. She watched over her shoulder with a mixture of curiosity, anxiety, and excitement as he lubricated the black plug. She noticed that it was tapered at the end and then grew wider, but then it narrowed again to a thin stem at the base. Lucien glanced up at her face as he walked toward her, plug in hand.

“The narrowed stem will keep it secure once it’s inserted,” he said, obviously noticing her trepidation and curiosity.

“You mean . . . while we go out?” she asked shakily as he used one of his hands to part an ass cheek. She shivered when he pressed the tip against her anus. It felt cool against the nerve-packed tissue, the pressure stimulating.

“Of course while we go out. No one will know but you. And me, of course. I’m assuming by your reactions that you are a virgin here?”

“If I was a virgin in the other location, do you really think I’d not be one for this?” she asked, exasperated. His low chuckle caused goose bumps to rise along her neck.

“You give head like a seasoned professional, Elise. How am I to know what sexual escapades you got yourself into? I am pleased, though,” he added gruffly, “that you saved this for me.”

His voice rang in her head. That you saved this for me.

He pushed the tip into her ass and her eyes sprang wide.

“Lucien, I don’t think—”

“Stay still,” he instructed harshly when she shifted. He put his hand on her hip, immobilizing her.

“Oh,” she gasped as he gently sawed the slick plug back and forth for a moment, pushing the thicker part farther into her ass with each pass. She moaned uncontrollably. He pushed, and finally the rubber plug was submerged, the base pressed snugly against her buttocks. Lucien caressed a hot ass cheek and she glanced back at him.

“It feels so strange.”

His hand slid around her hip. Her lower lip trembled when he casually flicked his forefinger against her swollen clit. Her ass muscles clenched around the clamp as pleasure stabbed through her.

“Strange?” he queried.

She wondered if he noticed the flush of heat that rose in her cheeks. “Strangely good,” she admitted grudgingly.

He smiled and removed his hand. He started to pull her skirt down over her ass.

“Stay still,” he said sharply when she tried to stand and assist him. He lowered the fabric down slowly over her stinging buttocks, his actions striking her as highly sensual. She remained bent over the bed as he smoothed the fabric around her hips and ass, the movements applying a subtle pressure to the butt plug, exciting her further.

“Ready?” he asked her when he raised her to a standing position and brushed a tendril of hair off her heated cheeks. She watched, going very still, as he removed the medium-sized plug from the box and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He placed a small bottle of lubricant in the other pocket. Her gaze darted to meet his stare.

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