She squirmed, tensing against the pain she knew was coming. His finger withdrew.
She heard him move away. She looked over her shoulder at him, and saw he’d opened the spa’s bag. She knew what was in there. Those dildos…
He brought the set of three to the table and held them where she could see them.
“These are anal dildos. Probes. Some people call them butt plugs. They come in many sizes and shapes, but we’ll begin with these three. The smallest,” he said as he pulled it from the case, “is the one we’ll start with. We’ll work up to the larger sizes.”
She swallowed, once, twice. He sounded so prosaic, so ordinary, as if this was no different than brushing his teeth. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”
“Who is in charge here?”
“You are,” she said without hesitation. But could she trust him not to hurt her?
As if answering her unspoken doubts, he said, “The object is not to inflict pain, but to widen you gradually.” As he spoke, he uncapped a tube of lubricant and spread it liberally over the small probe. Then he took more and applied it to her ass, between the cheeks and into her anus. “That should do it.”
He patted her butt cheek. Norris took comfort from it. Then with one hand, Adrian spread her crack wider and slipped the tip of the dildo in. She tensed. “Just relax, Norris. This isn’t any bigger than my finger and you took that.”
She swallowed the knot in her throat and unclenched her muscles.
“There. That’s the way. Good girl.”
The unexpected compliment sent warmth flooding through her. She relaxed, feeling eased and pleased, and without her aware of it, he’d inserted the dildo in as far as it could go.
“See, no problem. Now,” he flicked the switch and the tiny dildo buzzed. “What do you feel?”
“Ooh,” was all she could say.
He kept the dildo in her butt, turning it, edging it in and out while she closed her eyes and let him give her pleasure.
Abruptly, the buzzing stopped. He pulled the dildo out. She moaned in protest.
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Bonnie Hamre
“Quiet.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him and saw that he was lubricating the middle-sized dildo. Her eyes widened as she realized how much wider and longer it was than the first one. Instinctively, she made a small noise of protest.
He smacked her rump. “Control, Norris.” He applied more lubricant to her ass and inserted the tip of the dildo. She felt the pressure as her inner walls were pushed apart.
She whimpered but he continued inexorably. Her breathing quickened. It wasn’t pain she felt, just a newness, an unaccustomed sensation that had her heart racing and her pulse jumping.
When he turned the dildo on, the vibrations shuddered up her spine, down her arms, around to her breasts and shot unerringly to her pussy. She cried out, not in pain, but in arousal.
His hand delved under her. His fingers found her clit, pulled it. She gasped at the touch of his finger on her denuded pussy and felt her inner muscles clench. With the dildo in her ass and his fingers busy beneath her, she concentrated on the pleasure spreading through her body. It rushed through her veins, heating them, pooled in her abdomen, making her juices flow freely, then trickled through down to her toes, making them curl.
“When I get to one, you may come,” he instructed, his voice uneven. “Ten.”
She panted.
“Nine.”
She tried to close her legs against the sensations flooding her.
“Eight.”
Heat shot through her, scalding every inch of her. The vibrations buzzed in her head, in her bones. She tossed her head from side to side, as if that would release the pressure escalating within her.
“Seven.”
Her fists clenched. “Oh, please, let me…”
“Six. Focus!”
Her butt was on fire. Her pussy screamed for something to fill it.
“Fi—”
Her orgasm hit her like a blast furnace. She came in a great gust of scorching heat.
Her body shook with it, her inner muscles clenching and clasping. She yelled with the pleasure pain of her muscles clamping on the dildo in her ass.
Adrian turned it off and pulled it out. In the sudden silence, she could hear him breathing. Harsh and hurried, as though he too was close to climax. Though she was face down and couldn’t see him, she felt him close to her, felt his heat enveloping her, almost as though he cradled her in a lover’s embrace.
“Better,” he panted. “But not good.”
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Sweet Discipline
Not good? Any better, and she’d die from the pleasure.
Days later, when she’d lost count of time, Norris ended her sets on the cardiovascular equipment. She panted, pleased with herself. As Adrian had promised her, the exercises were getting easier, and as much as she hated to admit it, she did feel better for doing them. More energetic and strangely enough, calmer.