He peeled it from my body slowly, leaving my mouth to kiss his way along every inch of bared flesh as he undressed me. Shoulders, arms, breasts, belly, and thighs all felt the swirl of his tongue. When he knelt down to pull the clothing off over my feet, I stood before him naked and quivering. My weariness from earlier was gone, swiftly replaced by pulsing desire.
“Lie down on the bed. I want you on your stomach, Hannah, and wait for me there while I select another training plug.”
I walked to the bed and clenched down on the one that was still deep inside me as I crawled onto the silky coverings. The dark red material felt like satin under my palms as I made my way to the center of the bed and lay down. Dare took his sweet time selecting a plug, and when he turned to face me, I saw that he had the next larger size in one hand, and a small bottle of lubricant in the other. Our gazes locked as he closed the distance between us and my pussy clenched at the lust I saw in his eyes.
He was beside me before I could recover my equilibrium and he placed the large plug on the small of my back so I could feel the weight and breadth of it.
“Spread your legs, Hannah. Let me see what’s mine.” When I was too slow to comply he landed a sharp smack on my bare bottom. The sting spread like wildfire on my still sore cheek and I bit the bedding to keep from crying out. I inched my legs a bit farther apart, but Dare, apparently tired of waiting, shifted and used both hands to force my knees wide. Reaching over my head, he removed a large pillow from the head of the bed and lifted my hips to place the pillow beneath me. The anal plug fell beside me, but Dare wasn’t paying attention to where it landed, not with my body open, his playground.
Now I was completely at his mercy as he knelt behind me, between my legs. My ass was up in the air, on perfect display. Surely he could see the base of the smallest plug settled against my stretching entrance. My pussy was open as well, the air in the room a cool reminder that he could see—everything.
“So pretty, Hannah. So tight. Zane’s seed drips from you.” Dare rubbed my ass cheeks with both hands, pulling hard enough to spread my pussy open and put a small sting in my virgin hole. His fingers swiped through the wetness coating my pussy and spread it about. It heated and tingled everywhere it touched, arousing me quickly.
Carefully, he took hold of the plug in my ass and tugged on it, working it from my body. I sighed as my body relaxed, feeling inexplicably empty. Dare picked up the new plug.
“Dare, I don’t think—I’m not ready—” The second anal plug was too big, too long, just too much.
Two large fingers were shoved into my pussy and I cried out at the invasion. “You were saying, mate?” He finger fucked me until I moaned and pushed back against his hand. “Not ready? When your pussy is so wet I could fuck you right now, take you hard and fast and you’d beg me for more?”
He continued to torment me with one hand, but the other lifted the bottle of lube to my ass. I felt the small invasion as the pointed top entered me, then the warm flood of the liquid as it coated my insides. Soon I would be filled there with an even larger device than last time.
“I’ve only been here a few hours.” My voice was breathy as he continued to work both my holes. “Surely I need more time to adjust to the small plug before you use a new one?”
One of Dare’s fingers circled my back entrance. I flushed, knowing it wasn’t as tight as it had been; the plug had done
its job.
“Your entire body is readying itself for the claiming ceremony, Hannah. Even your ass is adjusting, readying. Your body would eventually change to take us both on its own, but the trainers will speed the process. I can tell you are ready for the next size. I would not harm you. Trust me.”
After he put the next sized plug in, would Dare then fuck me? Would he put his huge cock in my pussy and make me his, as Zane had already done?
When he pulled the lube from my ass, he removed his fingers from my pussy and I had to clench the bedding with tight fists to stop myself from begging for more.
“I’m not going to be gentle this time, little mate. You are ready, and you will take what I give you.” With those words, he spread me with one hand, and inserted the tip of the anal plug with the other. “Why? Because I know you want it.”
“Yes!” I cried at his rough actions.
He didn’t hurt me, but he wasn’t gentle, as Zane had been. He twisted the device and pulled on my ass until I couldn’t deny him. I felt the moment my muscles popped free and the plug slid in deep and fast in a rush of pleasure-pain that tore a moan from my throat. When it was fully seated, Dare pulled back and forth on the plug gently, not fucking me with it, but teasing me with the possibility, until I felt like begging him to do something more. Anything more.
His released the device and I panted, waiting and wondering what would happen next.
His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting and I yelped.
“That was for lying to me, to yourself, Hannah. You were ready. You were more than ready.”
That was true. It had gone in with surprising ease. While it had stretched me, it did not burn and I wasn’t even sore.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t care what I had to say, I needed to come. I needed him to make me come.
“You’re sorry? Aren’t you forgetting something?” He pushed two fingers back inside my pussy at the same time as his other hand landed with a sharp sting on my other cheek.
Forgetting? God, what was I forgetting? “What?” I cried.
He struck again, a little harder as his thumb found my clit and pressed down a little too hard. I needed stimulation to have an orgasm, not this constant pressure. I wiggled my hips, trying to force him to move, and his hand struck again. “Hannah, when we are in our private quarters, you will call me master or sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
In a move so fast I didn’t see him change position, I was flipped onto my back and he loomed over me. He watched my face as he worked me with his whole hand, bringing me to the brink again and again, then leaving me just as the wave of a release was about to break through me. Over and over until I was thrashing on the bed, nearly in tears. “Do you want to come, Hannah?”