“Eyes front,” he ordered.
He pulled her bottom cheeks apart. One finger swirled around her back entrance and she groaned.
“Silence, sugar,” he told her, pressing his finger forward. “Relax for me.”
Why did he always think he could just order her to relax? She had a freaking finger up her ass, after all.
Another finger joined the first and she clenched, the slight sting of pain making her gasp.
“Shh, sugar. Deep breath in then slowly out. That’s it.”
He pushed his fingers in and out until pleasure built deep inside her. He pulled free.
“Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart.”
Something cool and hard pressed against her asshole. She immediately seized up, trying to keep him out.
“Let go and relax, sugar. Do you want to please me?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she told him, meaning it.
“Well, tonight I want you to wear a plug for me. I know this isn’t easy for you, but it would please me. However, it’s not going to happen unless you relax for me, sugar. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t know if I can, Sir,” she told him honestly.
“You can, baby,” he told her.
One hand reached around to play with her clit, his finger swirling around the swollen nub. The tip of the plug entered her ass.
“My beautiful girl. I know how hard this is on you and you’re doing so well. Have I told you how much you please me?”
As her arousal grew, she found herself relaxing and the plug slid easily inside her.
“Deep breath in then out and it will all be over,” he murmured. She let his voice wash over her, soothing her. “Good girl.”
She suddenly realized that she no longer seized up with fear at those words.
“Damn, that looks sexy, sugar.” She shivered as Duncan ran his hand over her still tender ass. “Let me help you up.”
He slid her skirt back over her ass, his hands lingering on her butt.
She bent down to pull up her panties, but he held her in place. “Step out of them, sugar, you won’t need them.”
Her jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?”
His gaze grew cold and she bit back her protests.
“What if it pops out, Sir?”
“What?” he asked, looking confused.
“The plug! What if it just pops out?” She could see it now, her bending over and it would just pop out, probably landing in one of his brothers laps.
Duncan chuckled and tapped her bottom lightly. “Well, you’ll just have to concentrate very hard, won’t you?”
Jerk.
Laken’s nerves were shot. She sat across the table from Kellan Jones, trying hard not to fidget.