Page 53 of On His Terms
“Almost there. You can do it.”
As the widest part entered her, she whimpered. Then finally it slid all the way in. When the momentary discomfort had receded, she sighed.
“Very pretty.”
Although she didn’t argue, she doubted the red thing looked attractive at all.
He twisted it so that the hilt was seated between her buttocks.
She gave an unladylike grunt. “Not a fan of that,” she said. “Sir.”
“Too bad. Now kneel back. I want to speak with you.”
Wildly she wondered if she’d already upset him. But damn, that had hurt more than she’d expected. Frustrated with herself for expressing displeasure, she moved into position and kept her gaze straight ahead.
“You may relax and look at me. Do you still wish to continue?”
Chelsea adjusted herself, trying to find a comfortable position with the plug inside her. The slick silicone made her feel full, and she was dealing with the intrusion without complaint because it pleased her Master. “Yes, Sir. I do want to continue. I’m just trying to think about how to deal with this butt plug.”
“Quit thinking and allow it to be.”
That was easy for him to say. He didn’t have a long thing stuck up his rear channel.
“Lie on your back,” he instructed. “You may use the rug.”
She knew better than to argue.
The thing moved about as she awkwardly did as he said. Her movements were exaggerated as she tried not to move too much.
“Now, draw your knees to your chest and keep them there.”
She closed her eyes, imagining the sight she made, with her pussy and the base of the plug revealed to him. She’d never been shy, even in bed, but this was an entirely new level of exposure. He’d expected a tremendous amount from her. And she hadn’t been here half an hour.
“Stop the struggle.”
In less than a minute, the position became uncomfortable. Air whispered from the nearby vent and cooled her hot pussy, and she closed her eyes, attempting to harness her wayward thoughts.
When she shifted a bit, he moved to the table and returned to show her his cane.
Her eyes widened.
“Like at the Den, you won’t be struck by this, but I will use it to correct your position.”
She closed her eyes. At home, alone, it was easy to rationalize submission, and she could convince herself it wasn’t all that bad and that he never demanded more than she could give. But it became a different thing when she was being tested by his unyielding ways.
No matter what he said, she didn’t want that rattan on her body, so she remained still.
“Good.”
She held on to his approval. A simple word from him provided huge encouragement.
He left her there for so long that she stopped thinking about the plug and only about him. Her breathing evened out. At one time she would have sworn it was impossible to tolerate the plug. But it wasn’t all that bad.
“How is that?”
“Fine, Sir.”
“Would you like to continue your training?” he asked eventually.