She moved her legs wider as the harness reached her thighs. Jake parted her lips, revealing her clit which was already throbbing. He drew the harness up further, positioning the tickler against her clit. He took a long time getting the position just right, rubbing it against her clit until she was at the point of screaming. Then finally, he tightened the straps to hold it in place and stood.
“Right, let’s see how that goes.” He grabbed a remote and pressed the button. Immediately the tickler buzzed against her clit. She groaned, nearly falling backward. Jake grabbed her, steadying her.
“Easy, kitten. Let’s just get you into a better position.” He moved her towards the bed. “I want you to kneel on the floor and lean over, place your arms and chest on the bed and stick that ass out for me. Legs far apart. Perfect.”
“Jake, oh, God!” The clit tickler was driving her wild. She was close. So close. Then it stopped.
She whimpered.
“Uh-uh, no coming for you. Not without permission. And that won’t come for a while.” A knock on the door made her stiffen. “They made good time. Make sure you stay there. Just like that. You move and there will be hell to pay.”
Stay there? But what if they saw her? Her face flamed red even as she realized that the idea kind of turned her on.
There was the sound of low voices and then the door closing. She stared over her shoulder at Jake.
“Did I say you could move?”
With a squeak, she turned back around, but he laid a few heavy swats against her buttocks anyway.
“Such a naughty kitten. I think it’s long past the time that you were introduced to figging.”
Figging? Ginger? He was going to stick ginger up her ass? Wait. Is that what had just been delivered?
“Did you call room service for ginger?” she asked.
“I certainly did. They were very obliging and got me a nice fat, long piece from the kitchen, as well as a sharp knife. Now hush while I carve you a ginger plug.”
Oh, fuck. She was in for it now.
“Um, Jake, you realize there’s been nothing up my ass for over a week now.”
“Don’t worry, kitten, this is going to be much smaller than your normal plug.”
Yeah, somehow that wasn’t all that reassuring.
“And how do you address me?”
“Sir. Sorry, Sir. The idea of you calling room service for a piece of ginger may have stolen my ability to think clearly.”
“Funnily enough, they didn’t seem that shocked. Possibly not the first time they’ve been asked for a piece of ginger so a Dom could punish his wayward sub. Now, I just need to wash it and we’ll be ready.”
He returned from the bathroom a few minutes later and knelt behind her. She scrunched her eyes shut. When she’d read about figging, she’d been incredibly turned on. But she’d also figured she’d never experience the reality.
Jake rubbed a hand over her ass. “Relax, kitten. It’s not going to be that bad. You might even like it.”
“You ever had ginger up your ass before?”
“Yep. I’d never ask you to do something I hadn’t experienced.”
She opened her eyes and stared over her shoulder at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
“And how did it feel?”
He grinned. “It wasn’t bad until I clenched down. Then it stung like crazy and I couldn’t wait to get the damn thing back out.”
She groaned.