Chapter 12

“Come on, love.” Jensen lifted her limp body off the horse. With quick movements he undid the arm binding, then massaged her upper arms and shoulders. Anna leaned against him, panting. He cupped her face, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed her, murmuring sweet nonsense as she slowly came down to earth.

Finally, Anna blinked, focusing on him.

The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Enjoy that?”

“Yes, thank you.” She tried to tell him with her eyes that she was thanking him for more than just this session, more than this one wild orgasm.

They kissed again, this time Anna a much more active participant.

“Thank you, Master,” she said as he pulled back. She shifted her weight and gasped as the plug moved.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Forgot about that, did you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“How about we go get some food? I’m hungry.”

Jensen pulled on the suit pants. Picking up the gray bag and another larger black one, he shoved the toys inside. Anna bent to help him, then stopped. The plug was heavy, and for a moment she thought it might slip out. Now that she was standing, she could feel the hard, cold edges of the quartz set into the base.

“Problem, Anna?”

“No, Master.”

“Liar.”

“Sadist,” she countered, knowing he enjoyed the banter.

He laughed. Another Dom might have beaten her black and blue for talking back, but Anna hated being limited to “no, Master,” and “yes, Master.” Lucky for her, Jensen felt the same.

Slinging the bags into a corner, he offered her his arm. “My lady.”

Anna started a mock curtsey, but froze as the plug pushed against her.

Jensen wrapped an arm around her. His hand slid over her ass, then touched the base of the plug. “Is your pretty little ass having a hard time keeping it in?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You will keep it in.”

“I don’t know how much—”

“You will keep that plug in your ass.” His gaze searched her face, his expression hard and relentless. “I want it in you.”

Anna shivered. “Yes, Master.”

He laced her arm through his, and then led her to the door and out into the hall.

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Jensen felt her hesitation as they left the Orion room. Though he’d come less than 30 minutes ago, his cock twitched. Anna was the perfect woman and three hours ago he would have sworn that their BDSM play couldn’t get any better. She was submissive but feisty, wickedly smart yet soft and yielding. What he hadn’t realized until now was how much he’d enjoy pushing her, how much her uncertainty and fear would bring out both his need to protect her and his desire to dominate her.

The way she trembled against him as they walked along the open hallway that ringed the Constellation Court made him want to throw her over his shoulder and take her back to the Orion room. The plug was big, and if not for the prompting of the checklist game, he wouldn’t have used it on her. He imagined it was hard for her to walk with it in.

Anna stopped, clutching his arm. “Master…”

“What is it?”

“The plug. I think it’s going to slip out.” Her eyes were wide.

Jensen’s nostril’s flared. “I told you to keep it in.”

“It’s so heavy…I’m trying.”

Another couple—an older Dom with salt and pepper hair leading a twenty-something sub in a school girl uniform, passed by. Anna turned into Jensen, hiding her nakedness. Jensen growled and grabbed her wrists. Forcing them behind her back he turned her face out, exposing her naked body.

The Dom stopped, looked Anna over from head to toe. “You have the first letter?” He pointed to Anna’s breast.

The large “A” he’d applied with body paint was smudged, but readable. “Yes,” Jensen answered.

The other Dom nodded to him, then walked away.

Anna sucked in a breath. Jensen was just as surprised by what he’d done as she had to be. He didn’t like to share. He wanted Anna all to himself. He didn’t mind people watching from behind glass, but Anna’s naked body was his, and his alone. Normally when they were out in the public areas she wore lingerie.

Jensen took a minute to examine his feelings, his motivation. He knew Anna had gone naked in Las Palmas, and even been used in the large public play rooms, but that was before he’d joined the club with the express purpose of dominating her.

“Master?”

“I’ve never had you naked in the hall before, have I?”

“No, Master.”

He took both wrists in one hand, then gripped her hair, tipping her head to the side. “Right now I enjoy showing you off, showing everyone your pink ass, the plug, your pussy still shiny with your juices.”

The words were true, and it was a new feeling for him. Anna’s breath caught, and she shifted restlessly.

He released her and she turned to face him.

“You will keep the plug in through dinner.”

Her eyes widened in alarm.

“If you think you can’t do it, you may crawl.” The words were harsh, the impetus even harsher. He wanted her used, filled, stretched, and if that meant she had to crawl like a slave, naked for all to see, then he would make her do that.

She bowed her head, then sank to her hands and knees. Jensen’s cock hardened in the tight slacks.

The chunk of quartz in the base of the plug glittered in the dim light. It drew the eye, demanded that anyone who passed by look at her ass, which was red from the abrasion, spanking and crop. They would know that her ass was owned and filled.

“Come,” Jensen said. Anna crawled after him as he made his way towards the dining room.