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She moved her hips from side to side, silently asking for mercy. He gave none.

She felt his fingertip slide in a bit.

Good God! How big was his finger?

He worked it out, then back in, a little deeper, then a little deeper.

“Bear down.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she did.

He slipped past his first knuckle, and he continued on until he was buried to the hilt.

She tried to get away, but he placed his free arm across her hipbones and drew her back, holding her firmly.

“Not so bad?”

“Terrible,” she complained.

He laughed. “I’m going to finger fuck your arse,” he said. “And you’re going to watch.” He knelt behind her. “Open your eyes, Marnie.”

She so didn’t want to do this.

He smacked her left flank. Instantly she opened her eyes.

In the mirror, she saw her bare pussy lips, her swollen clit, and the way her anal whorl was presented to him.

“Keep your head on the floor. Keep your arse spread with your hands. Watch.” He pulled out his finger, then he inserted it all the way, his motions, slow and easy.
 
“Quit fighting. Follow my rhythm.”

She did.

After a few seconds, it was uncomfortable, but not unbearably so.

The sight of him entering her arse filled her with shivers. It was so intimate, so naughty. And, oh, so damn hot to watch.

He stopped for a moment and flipped open the cap of the lube to squirt some gel onto a second finger.

“Uh…”

“Position,” he warned.

Her skin still stinging from his earlier reprimand, she hastily put her head back on the floor and kept her buttocks parted. Wasn’t this akin to a condemned man having to carry his own noose to the hanging?

“Don’t fight it,” he said. “Just enjoy.”

“
Enjoy
?”

“You’ll get more pleasure out of this than nearly anything else, if you let yourself.”

“Right.”

Instead of arguing or correcting her, he continued the pace he’d set earlier, then, without warning, he slipped a second finger beneath the first.

“I can’t…”

“Don’t tense.”

She gasped. But after only a few seconds, she relaxed into it. Unbelievably, she began to enjoy the sensations. All her nerves felt on fire. Her pussy became moist.

Her hair was wild, her breasts were against the carpet, her back was arched, her buttocks were high. His masculinity served as contrast to her femininity.

“You’re lovely, Marnie.”

In that moment, she believed she was.

An orgasm began to unfurl. “Master…” She started to whimper. “I…”

“You may not come.”

She tried to move away from his penetrating touch. There was no other way to avoid the orgasm and being in trouble.

He touched her clit lightly, and she moaned. Then he applied more pressure and she screamed.

“Don’t come,” he warned again.

“No.” She took deep breaths; she tried reciting the alphabet backwards, anything to distract herself.

He stopped his motions, and he removed his fingers.

She dragged in huge draughts of air.

“I think you’re ready,” he said.

“Ready?”

“For your first butt plug.”

Chapter Six

“Remain in position.”

He left the room and she seriously considered getting up and locking herself in the bathroom.

“Don’t even think about it!” he called from the next room.

Where was it written that Doms were mind readers?

Her entire nether region felt like it was on fire, from her burning buttocks to her tortured anus.

He returned a few moments later. He crouched next to her. “I brought this from home,” he told her.

She stared at the silicone plug. Thankfully it wasn’t as big as she’d feared it might be. Compared to the one Master Theodore had inserted into Susanna’s equally abused rear, this was nothing. This one couldn’t even stretch her as wide as his two fingers had.

“You had it in your coat in hopes I’d agree?”

“I had it in my coat pocket in full belief that you’d surrender to what you really want.”

Her mind spun. How was it possible that he knew her so well? “And that’s you, right?”

“Me.” His grin made her smile. “You’re a sub, Marnie. We both know it.”

Without conscious thought and without being consumed with the knowledge of all her body’s flaws, she arched her back a bit.

“Beautiful. But later, I won’t forget, you’ve added three stripes for each time you’ve referred to yourself in the first person. I’ve been counting.”

“You’re merciless.”

“Truly.” He went into the bathroom to wash the plug. “Hold your position just a bit longer.”

The waiting, the anticipation, the uncertainty was as big of a mind-fuck as their actual play, she realised. There wasn’t anything about BDSM that didn’t heighten anticipation and keep her on edge.

“Practice taking deep breaths,” he coached from the bathroom. “It will keep your body more relaxed and stop your mind from playing games with you.”

Easier said than done when it was your arse sticking up in the air waiting for a chunk of silicone to be inserted.

Still, she did as he instructed.

After a few seconds, it actually seemed to help. She was still aware of her vulnerability, but her mind wasn’t running away from her.

“Keep your eyes open and watch me.”

He crouched near her head and squirted lube on the plug. Her mouth suddenly dry, she swallowed.

“Now, watch in the mirror.”

He got on his knees behind her and placed one strong hand on the small of her back. His touch was forceful and sexy.
She wanted to be his
.

“This will feel different than my finger.”

She nodded.

“Again, bear down when you feel the pressure.”

She squeezed her eyes shut at the intrusion.

“Open your eyes!” He smacked her arse.

She gasped against the onslaught of the pain. But she opened her eyes and watched the not-so-slender plug disappear up her most private place.
 
Then the fattest part was all the way in, and he continued pushing until the base was against her skin. “Master!”

“See how beautiful that looks, my lovely sub?” He moved a mirror a few centimetres so she had a better view. “Sexy.”

“Strange,” she countered.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s a bit maddening.”

“Meaning?”

“It makes me…I mean, it makes the sub…” She saw his nod of approval in the mirror. Then he captured her gaze and refused to release it. More than anything, the way he regarded her, paid attention to her, noted her every reaction made her very much aware of being a submissive to his Dom. A man had never demanded so much from her; a man had never given so much of himself to her. “It’s hard to stay still,” she said. “It makes the sub feel even more submissive.”

She licked her lower lip. This would be the most raw and honest confession yet. “I want, she wants, more.”

“You’re horny?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

His blue eyes seemed to darken. “Should we do something about that?”
           
“Yes!”

“Beg for it,” he said.

“
Please
.”

“That’s not begging.”

For her, it was.

“Tell me what you want, Marnie. Tell me how you want it.”

She’d told men before what she wanted, but this was different. He wouldn’t turn off the lights, wouldn’t let her hide.

“Please, Master. The sub wants to have an orgasm. The sub wants…” Marnie paused, then found her courage. “The sub wants Master’s cock. The sub wants Master’s cock in her mouth, in her pussy—”

“Cunt,” he corrected.

The verbiage was part of it, too, she realised, even though she’d never used such coarse language before. “Cunt,” she repeated in a whisper “The sub wants Master’s cock in her mouth, in her cunt.”

“Good girl.”

“She wants Master hard and fast, filling her.” The more she said it, the more she wanted it. The sight of his hand on her back, the erection straining against the front of his jeans. “She wants to see Master’s body. She wants him naked.”

He didn’t respond.

“Please, Master.” She kept meeting his gaze. “The sub is hungry for her Master. She wants you. She wants your touch, your possession.”

“More,” he prompted.

Surrendering to the inevitable, to being the slave he demanded, she said, “The sub wants her Master to claim her, to make her his. The sub wants Master’s cock and wants to be pleasing.” Taking a breath, she added, “The sub wants to prove what Master already knows…that sub is a natural sub and is Master’s to command.”

“Kneel up, sub.”

Chapter Seven

Zachary thumbed open the button at his waistband. Ever obedient, Marnie watched his every move.

He’d enjoyed a half dozen subs over the past few years, but none had been as eager to please as Marnie. She had her own natural reluctance, but, like a proper sub, was willing to put aside her own insecurities in order to make him happy.

And she was.

Her gaze was on him. Her mouth was parted slightly, as if in invitation. It took all his self-control not grab her and kiss her senseless.

As he’d told her, BDSM was about control. She had to be able to trust his control. Hell,
he
had to able to trust his control.

His hard, insistent cock made that a whole lot more difficult than it usually was.

He sat on the edge of her bed and started to remove his boots. Her tentative question stopped him.

“Master? May sub remove Master’s shoes?”

Damn and hell, how had he gotten so lucky? “Indeed, slave.” He wondered if his own voice betrayed his emotion. He’d wanted a woman who understood the subtle nuances of sensual servitude. Clearly, she did.

He allowed her to remove his boots, then his socks. Some Doms he knew expected this kind of attention from their subs. He didn’t take it for granted. He appreciated every sincere gesture.

Without being told, she returned to the Kneel Up position. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be the one ensnared. And after the Middle East and Soraya’s betrayal, he’d sworn that would never happen again.

For the first time, he wondered if that was why he hadn’t pursued a relationship since his return. Instead, he was content to run his family’s business.

Sliding back into his role, something more comfortable than questioning his own motivations, he asked,“How does the plug feel when you move?”

“Surely Master knows!”

“Tell me.”

“Sexy. It feels sexy.”

“Makes you fantasise about having something bigger up there? A bigger plug? Maybe my cock?”

She lowered her gaze, then instantly, without being prompted, returned her gaze to him. “Yes.”

Zachary pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Then he stood and lowered his zipper.

Marnie gasped. “Master doesn’t wear anything under his jeans!”

He smiled. Her willingness to serve intrigued; her innocence appealed.

She watched as he removed his jeans. “Master’s cock is quite impressive.” He noticed a little shudder chase across her shoulders. “Sub isn’t so sure she’s fantasising about having that up her arse any longer.”

“Sub will be properly prepared first.” He gave her a few seconds to process the information that she was going to be taking all of his length anywhere he wanted her to take it.

Her eyes widened, but to her credit, she didn’t protest.

“Crawl onto the bed and present yourself on the edge of the mattress. I want your toes over the foot of the bed, and I want your knees as far apart as comfortable.”

She moved into position. Her motions were a little more graceful; obviously she wasn’t thinking things through like she had been. Instead, she was just responding as a submissive would.

He repositioned the mirrors so that if she turned her head either direction, she’d see herself.

Shocking her, he grasped the plug and pulled it out.

She gasped.

“Your arse is open a bit,” he said, “stretched.” Because of the way he had the mirrors, he could see she’d closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You do not have permission to close your eyes.”

She opened them.

He effortlessly inserted a finger in her rear. “Damn that turns me on.” He spent a few minutes fucking her arse with the plug.

She writhed and thrashed, protesting the quick, brutal invasion with little sounds.