Chapter 20

Master Jenson’s finger withdrew from her ass, and then a second joined it. Anna winced against the initial stretching, but when he started thrusting, she was again swamped by pleasure. His other hand dipped into her pussy, testing the wetness there.

“You’re enjoying having your ass used, aren’t you?”

“I am, Master, I am.”

“Good. You’re going to take more now.” He added a third finger and Anna’s nails pressed into the vinyl.

“Relax,” he demanded. “You will take three fingers in your ass.”

“Y-yes.”

He rocked his fingers, barely moving them. Slowly her body relaxed, opening to him. He pushed his fingers deeper and she felt the hard ridge of his knuckles. She cried out as he stretched her.

“Good girl. Good girl.”

Anna’s breathing was shallow, her nipples hard points under her, her clit throbbing. He pulled his fingers free. Anna drew in a deep breath, then let out a whimper as he pulled the beaten cheeks of her ass farther apart. More lube poured over her anus.

There was pressure against her puckered hole, something smooth and firm. Her master applied force and it sank into her ass, opening her a little more with each centimeter. The smooth surface of the plug was easier to accept than his fingers. Her body stretched and stretched. The first twinges of true pain made her twitch her hips.

“Hold still. We’re half way.”

“Half way?” she whispered.

“Yes. And what do you say?”

Anna sighed. “Thank you, Master.”

“Good girl.”

Deeper and deeper it went, stretching her anus until it burned.

“You look so sexy like this.” She could hear his arousal in the growl in his voice. “You’re marked from the beating, and your tight little ass is stretched open so wide.”

Anna drank in his words, reveling in the darkness he’d pushed them to. The plug slid in another inch.

“This is the widest part. I’ve never opened your ass this wide.”

Anna couldn’t reply, she could barely breathe. Dark pleasure filled her. Her sex was throbbing, her skin tingling. Jensen pressed his palm against her ass cheek. Anna shrieked in pain. Her anus clenched around the massive plug, but it was so big that her muscles could only tremble against the invader.

Jensen pushed and the plug slid in. Her body closed around the neck, which, while narrower, was still wider than anything she was used to.

“Beautiful. You took that beautifully. Hands and knees.”

Anna pushed herself up, bracing her trembling arms. Jensen dropped down beside the ottoman. He reached under her and rubbed his palm against her nipples with one hand, while the other slid into her pussy. His wrist pressed against her ass and the pings of pain only increased the throbbing in her belly.

One finger slid into her pussy and his pinky rubbed her clit.

An orgasm ripped through her. It was unexpected and violent. Anna screamed, her muscles clenching which only made her more aware of the plug. Her arms trembled, and if not for the fact that her Master quickly braced his forearm under her ribs, she would have dropped down.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Just let it come.”

Anna shivered, little lightning strikes of pleasure zipping through her still.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“For what?”

“I didn’t have permission to come.”

“Did you know you were going to come?”

“No, Master.”

“Then don’t apologize. That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

He slid onto the ottoman, then pulled her on top of him. She straddled his thighs, resting her chest and head against him. He stroked her sides and back.

“Thank you, Master.”

He kissed her temple. “You’re welcome, but we’re not done yet.”

***

“Come in.”

The muffled words made Mae’s already racing heart beat so hard that she could feel her pulse in her fingertips. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, drawing on her submissive persona.

Everything is going to be fine. They’re just going to explain your part in the game. This room is probably the only one not in use tonight.

Mae arranged her hair over her shoulder, fixed the bow at the small of her back from her double-

wrapped sash, quirked her lips in a sexy little smile, then opened the door.

It was a dungeon.

An elegant dungeon, but a dungeon nonetheless.

The floor was massive terra-cotta tiles, cold even through the soles of her shoes. The walls were rough stucco, painted a classic Spanish cream color, but that didn’t make the space seem any less threatening. Metal-studded wood panels, vertical bars, and horizontal boards were mounted around the room, providing plenty of places where someone could be bound. The high ceiling with its exploded wood beams was partially obscured by a grid of pipes, almost like the lighting rigging in a theater. A dark-stained wooden horse and straight backed chair were tucked against the far wall, and there was a stack of padded mats, the kind used for wrestling or in a gym, in the corner by the door.

In the center of the room was a single brown leather armchair. The occupant was hidden by the uneven low lighting. His splayed lower legs were on the edge of a pool of light while his upper body was in shadow. He wore black pants and dark boots.

Mae hesitated on the threshold. Whoever this was, it wasn’t one of the overseers.

“Close the door.” His voice was a delicious low timber, his tone tinged with either impatience or irritation. There was no denying the command in his voice.

Something in that voice called to her, stirred something inside her. The world seemed to spin, as if she were standing in the eye of a hurricane while the madness of the storm whipped around her. It was strange and thrilling to have such an instant and powerful reaction to someone she couldn’t even see.

Her self-preservation instinct told her to run, flee this man and this moment before everything changed.

Before he changed everything.

But she was a moth to a flame—dangerously curious about something that was undoubtedly hazardous to her sanity.

Mae tugged the door closed, sealing herself in the room with the unknown Dom.