Page 11 of Big Bad Boss: Mated

It just feels wonderful.

I lift my ass for more. He picks up the intensity, and I start to register more than warmth. There’s a little sting now. Still wonderful, though.

Then he whips straight across the lower half of my ass with it, harder.

I gasp, toes curling, butt clenching.

“Uh uh.” He taps my ass. “You think you can clench this ass and keep me out of it?”

He pulls my asscheeks apart, and I feel a dollop of cold lube drop on my asshole. “Who does this ass belong to?” he asks as he slips a finger in, massaging the tight ring of muscles open until they loosen a little. “Hmm?”

“You, sir.”

He slides a second finger in. My pussy clenches on air. My inner thighs strain, trying uselessly to draw my legs together.

The sensation of having his fingers inside me is both erotic and wrong. I work to relax. To submit to his will.

“What a shame. You wish you had something inside your pussy, too, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I cry. He’s right. I’m tugging to free my wrists, so I can put a hand between my legs.

“I’ll tell you what. Let’s see how you do taking your buttplug and flogging. If you’re a good girl, I’ll fill your pussy with a vibrator turned on high.”

“Ahhh-ah.” I half cry-out, half-groan. He’s already mind-fucking me by telling me what to expect. Just imagining it has me sobbing for release. “Please, Brick,” I warble.

He slides his fingers out of my ass and replaces them with more lube and then the cool bulbous end of a stainless steel plug. I tense against the sensation.

Brick grabs a handful of my ass and shakes. “Relax, that ass, baby. Show me you’re going to be my good girl.”

Of course, I have to prove myself.

I relax and Brick pushes the plug forward, breaching my hole, stretching me wider than I would believe possible. It burns a bit, and I whine.

“Push back,” Brick coaches.

I push with my muscles against the plug, which opens me to take it wider. In another breath, it gets past the widest part of the plug and seats at the neck. The relief is instant.

The pleasure non-stop.

I moan.

“Now clench around that while I whip you, little girl.”

“I don’t answer to little girl,” I somehow remember to tell him.

“Are you really in a position to get sassy with me right now?” He brings the flogger down across my ass harder than before, and I jump. He continues spanking me with it, making my ass dance as he rides the line of too much and not enough.

He stops and pumps the plug in and out of my ass.

“Please!” I moan.

“You need to come, my sassy assistant?”

“Yes!”

He pumps the plug some more then starts up the little motor of a vibrator. “Does your pussy need something to clench, too?”

“Yes!” I cry.