In the Zone

by Sierra Cartwright

  “Good,” he said.

  She heard him place a few things on the table.

  Nerves spasmed in her stomach.

  “On all fours,” he commanded. “Forehead on the tiles.”

  She thought of protesting but kept her mouth shut. As she moved, she noticed he’d removed the leather jacket. That made his arms look more powerful.

  “You had a small plug in your ass at the club. Since I intend to take you up the rear when it suits me, we’ll begin preparing you now.”

  Anal wasn’t one of her favorite things. But the way he took charge was.

  “Are you waiting for something, sub?”

  She moved into position, spreading her legs and placing her forehead on the floor.

  “Dip your back. Titties on the floor.”

  She complied. Keeping her balance was difficult.

  He moved behind her.

  There was something deliciously humiliating about not being able to see anything except his shoes and the bottom of his trousers. Her ass pointed skyward, and she was wide open, exposed.

  He squirted lube on her ass. “We’re starting with two fingers since I stretched you a bit earlier.”

  “Yes, Sir.” As if what she wanted mattered.

  He slowly but unrelentingly pushed into her.

  She eased her rear back, trying to allow him greater access and cause herself less discomfort.

  When his fingers were buried to the knuckles, she exhaled. It hurt, but it was alternately tantalizing, making her aware of her submission to him.

  He finger-fucked her.

  Damn!

  It hurt worse than she imagined. He spread his fingers a bit, forcing that ring of muscle to stretch wider.

  “Better,” he said.

  The little plug earlier hadn’t hurt nearly this bad.

  He left her, her ass gaping open, her entire body uncomfortable on the cold tile floor.

  “Turn your head to the side,” he said a moment later as he crouched next to her.

  He showed her a glass butt plug.

  “Oh, God.” How the hell would that thing fit up there? She was far from an anal virgin, but she’d never even considered putting something that big up inside her. Surely it had a bigger girth than his cock?

  “Is there a problem, Alani?”

  “No. No, Sir.”

  “I wouldn’t want to think you were already being disobedient.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good. Then beg me to put this up your tight little hole.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. Beg him? She was a masochist. But he equaled her in his sadist tendencies. She was already learning a lot about him. There were plenty of ways to torture a submissive. Spankings and clampings were only part of what she’d experienced. “Please, please, Sir. I want you to shove that glass plug up my ass.”

  “What else do you want?”

  “I want you to fuck me with it, stretch me wide, prepare me for your cock.” She couldn’t believe she was shoving away her fear enough to say these things.

  As she watched, he drenched the glass with lube.

  Her heart raced. No way was that thing going to fit.

  She clenched her ass cheeks involuntarily.

  He stood. She squeezed her eyes shut. She heard movement and imagined he was returning the lube to the tabletop.

  All too soon, she felt the firmness and the chill of the wet plug at her entry.

  “Beg,” he said. “I know you want to go inside your head, and I’m not going to let you.”

  He forced the plug partially in.

  She yelped.

  “My fingers were bigger than that,” he said somewhat drily.

  But the idea of that monstrosity being inside her was terrifying.

  He eased it back out, and she managed to draw a breath.

  “We’ll find a rhythm,” he said, “but you need to start begging. Now.”

  “Please,” she whispered. “I want—”

  “Louder!”

  “I want you to fuck me with that horrible thing.”

  He slapped her left buttock.

  “Please fuck me with that big plug, Sir.”

  “That’s better. But not good enough.”

  As he spoke, he shoved in the plug even deeper, but before she could protest, he pulled it back out. “I want it up there, Sir.”

  “Where?”

  “My ass, Sir. I want that glass plug in my ass.”

  “Why? So I can admire the way you look with your hole stretched and held open?”

  “Yes, yes!” Jesus, he was relentless. The plug hurt each time he thrust it in, but he pulled it back so quickly the hurt started to vanish as soon as she registered it. “Yes, I want it in my ass so that you can admire the way my hole is stretched and held open for you.”

  “And so that your pussy is even tighter when I fuck you?”

  “That’s it, Sir! I want my pussy to be completely tight for you. I’m so hot for you already, Sir. Please, please.” He had to want her. Enough to stop this torture and just fuck her? “I want you inside me,” she said.

  “Then take this plug, sub. Take it all. Take it now.”

  He continued the onslaught.

  The plug wasn’t like the ones she’d played with. The silicone ones had some give. The stainless-steel one he’d used earlier was shaped like a teardrop, and it was small. It had slid in fairly easily. But this thing…? Glass was an entirely different material with no give. Its force was unlike anything she’d ever imagined.

  Surely it was almost there?

  There was no way she could take any more. “Sir, no!”

  He pinched her clit.

  The shock distracted her.

  He shoved the plug deeper, then pulled it back instantly.

  “You’re almost there,” he said.

  It sounded like a promise. But maybe it was a lie. “I…I can’t.”

  “Use your safe word or beg for the plug.”

  The faster this was over, the better. “Put it all the way in, for fuck’s sake,” she said, hoping the words sounded desperate and not as if she were trying to be in control. “I want this pain to stop. Please!” She told herself that when it was seated properly, it wouldn’t hurt as bad. The thick part of the plug was considerably wider than the stem. “Sir, I’m ready. Put it all the way in, Sir. Please?”

  “Bear down,” he told her.

  She curled her hands into fists against the floor.

  He pulled the plug all the way out and then pushed it in deeper than it had been.

  “Breathe, Alani.”

  Before she could gasp at the intrusion, he pulled it out again. He increased the depth of penetration and the quickness of the strokes.

  She screamed, and her body pitched forward when he shoved it deep inside her.

  “You’re there,” he said, running his fingers down her back.

  She gulped in some air. As the seconds dragged into half a minute, the pain began to recede.

  “How does it feel? Unbearable?”

  She thought about it before answering. “No. I feel full, Sir, stretched wide. It’s uncomfortable. But it’s not horrible.”

  “You hated that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He fingered her cunt. “So why are you so wet? You’re a shameless painslut, Alani. You scream and carry on unless you’re being spanked. That won’t be tolerated in future. Especially since your body betrays you. Stand. Strip. I want you completely naked.”

  She struggled with the tight-fitting top.

  He moved over and said, “Hands up.”

  Her chest rose and fell quickly as he helped her remove the clothing for the second time that night. He folded the shirt and placed it on the kitchen table.

  “You do the rest.”

  She allowed her skirt to fall to the floor. When she scooped it up, he took it from her. Yeah, he was definitely a neat freak.

  “The rest,” he said.

  “Everything?”

  “
Everything.”

  She slipped out of her heels, then the rest of her clothing. He placed everything in organized piles.

  “Nice,” he said, facing her. “Now bend over and grab your ankles so I can see the plug in your ass.”

  She did, and she was very much aware of the way it shifted and the way her hole was stretched wide.

  “Just lovely,” he said, grabbing hold of the base and tugging on it.

  She moaned, aroused.

  “I think you like anal play more than you let on, Alani.”

  Maybe more than even she’d realized.

  “My bedroom,” he told her.

  There was only one way out of the kitchen, so she moved that direction.

  “Turn left. Master bedroom is at the end of the hallway.”

  She conceded his point. Walking in front of him was considerably more submissive than walking behind him.

  “Stop. I prefer you crawl. I can enjoy your ass more that way.”

  Her heart missed a beat. She’d never been treated like this before. He was demanding and exacting, exactly what she wanted and needed. Heaven help her.

  She crawled, feeling the plug shift.

  He murmured approval.

  His room was as immaculate, as Spartan as the rest of his home.

  A king-size bed dominated the space, set perpendicular to the wall, a cheval mirror nearby. There was a chair at the foot of the bed. A lamp sat on a nightstand. There was no dresser, no bureau, and no personal effects.

  She found it odd that he had several plump pillows on the bed, a seeming contradiction to the masculinity the room exuded.

  She stopped near the bed. Thank goodness, this room had plush carpeting.

  “Kneel up. Hands behind your neck. Tell me what you want, Alani.”

  “I want you to fuck me, Sir,” she said, looking him in the eye. “Let me suck your dick.”

  “Do it.”

  Since she didn’t have permission to stand, she moved across the carpet on her knees. “May I?” she asked, her hands on his belt.

  “You may.”

  He toed off his boots as she worked the buckle free, then removed the belt. She dropped it on the floor.

  She unbuttoned the waist of his jeans. Then she leaned in and used her teeth to lower the zipper.

  “You remembered,” he said.

  She grinned. Pleasing this man mattered. Surprising him was even better. She pulled down his pants.

  He had on boxers, and his cock pushed insistently against the material.

  She reached a hand inside to hold him. His cock was erect.

  His back stiffened.

  She stroked him with her right hand while she used her left hand to work the elastic waistband lower.

  Finally, in frustration, she stopped stroking him and used both hands to undress him.

  “Impatient, painslut?”

  “What if I am, Sir?”

  He put a hand in her hair. “Then that’s two of us.” He released her long enough to remove his T-shirt. He tossed it toward the chair.

  Of course he did. Unlike her, he didn’t leave things where they lay.

  Giving in to her impatience, she closed her mouth around the head of his cock and placed her tongue against that sensitive underside.

  She sucked and licked, and she noticed that his knees gave, just a little. She loved that feeling, of pleasing him, of being a bit in control.

  He fisted his hand in her hair again, tightening the grip as she worked herself lower on his shaft.

  Damn the man was big. More so than she remembered.

  She often gave head, and she rarely struggled with it.

  He thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take more of him. In defense, she wrapped her hand around him, trying to control the depth.

  “Hands behind your neck,” he reminded her.

  Bastard. Did he never get swept away, or was he always in total control?

  Dutifully she put her hands behind her head.

  Like the dom he was, he took control. He kept one hand in her hair, and he cradled her skull with the other. She couldn’t pull away.

  He moved her head slowly, allowing her to slide up and down his cock, simulating the way he’d inserted the plug, a little bit at a time, with pressure and determination.

  “All the way to my balls, Alani.”

  She closed her eyes, knowing she could do this. He wasn’t that big. At least that’s what she told herself.

  When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged. She broke position, pulling away to gasp for air.

  She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and collapsed back onto her heels. She was embarrassed by her failure, and she expected his retribution.

  “You’ll need more practice.”

  He didn’t sound angry as she expected. “Yes, Sir.”

  She nodded and knelt up, determined not to gag again.

  Perspiration dotted her spine.

  He guided her this time as well but a bit slower. His force was inexorable, however, and she took more of his cock with each thrust.

  She relaxed and allowed him to lead.

  Within a minute or so, she had his cock down her throat.

  “Fuck.”

  Despite his earlier order, she brought one hand forward and cupped his balls. His hips jerked.

  He was close to ejaculating.

  She pressed a finger against his perineum and worked backward, toward his anus.

  He groaned.

  Encouraged, she pressed her finger against his hole.

  “Enough,” he said, pulling away and releasing his grip on her.

  She’d never heard his voice like that, raw and ragged and laced with a loss of control.

  “Yes, Sir.” Alani sat back on her heels again. She lowered her gaze and shook her head a bit, allowing her hair to fall forward so he wouldn’t see her smile. Mastering the master…was anything more heady? “Will you please fuck me, Sir?”

  Unbelievably the act of sucking him made her wet. The infuriating dom had kept her on edge long enough. He wanted a relationship? Then let him consummate it. His licking her, fingering her, beating her had been fantastic, rewarding. But it wasn’t enough. She needed his cock in her cunt again.

  “Now,” she said. “Now, please, Sir.”

  “On the bed,” he told her. “Kneel near the edge. Breasts on the mattress, ass in the air.”

  She moved deliberately, making sure he was watching her. She didn’t move slow enough to earn a reprimand, but she wanted to draw out the moment.

  His eyes had narrowed, and he looked ferocious with his cock jutting forward. But, damn him, he missed nothing.

  “Now,” he said turning his back and walking toward the nightstand. He opened a drawer.

  She turned her head to look. He’d grabbed a pair of fabric handcuffs.

  “Hands behind your neck, little sub.”

  She nervously complied. Now she’d have no way to brace herself or balance when he entered her. He was no fool.

  He scooped her hair to one side, and then he fastened her wrists together.

  “Do you like bondage as much as pain, Alani?”

  “I haven’t spent a lot of time thinking about it. It’s a part of the scene, Sir. But I liked it when you tied me to the cross.” And she had. He’d handled her so expertly. Their size difference made her aware of her femininity, and that turned her on.

  “I know you like pain, but with the way you like to top from the bottom, I’m surprised you like to be tied up.”

  “When you put it that way, I have to agree. Sir.”

  He laughed.

  It was a shared moment that shattered tension and made her feel closer to him. The feeling shocked her, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.

  “You’re honest, at least,” he said. “I’ll have to break you of the nasty habit of trying to be in control.”

  If anyone could, it was him.

  “I told you to keep your hands behind your head while
you were sucking my dick.”

  Her insides tightened.

  “I may have liked what you did, but that doesn’t excuse your behavior. You wanted to hurry things along. I wanted to feel your throat accommodate my cock.”

  He smacked her left butt cheek, hard.

  She gasped from the unexpected shock. She lost her balance and rolled to one side. “Thank you, Sir!” Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, she felt her pussy get wetter.

  “You’re hot, Alani.” He put her back into position.

  He placed his left hand on the back of her neck to keep her where he wanted her. Then he slapped her right butt cheek.

  “Oh, God.” She groaned. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Then he delivered a brutal slap against the plug.

  She screamed at the radiating pain.

  Almost instantly, the sensation dissipated, leaving behind arousal. Despite her intention to behave, she wriggled her rear, a silent plea for him to take her.

  “Who’s in charge?”

  “You, Sir.”

  “When I tell you to keep your hands behind your head, where will your hands be?”

  “Behind my head, Sir.”

  She wished she could see his face so she could read his expression.

  The spankings had been hard, but she suspected they were more to prove his point than out of any real upset with her behavior. He’d admitted he liked what she’d done, and that knowledge was power.

  “We’ll keep your wrists bound for now as a reminder.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He tugged on the plug. She groaned. After the sharp slap he’d given her, that area was more sensitive than usual.

  “With this plug in your butt, your cunt will be even tighter than usual,” he said. “Even more so than last night. Fucking may be uncomfortable for you.”

  “I understand, Sir.” Her entire body was on fire. “I want you, Sir.” More than anything, she craved his domination.

  He moved away. She surreptitiously watched as he donned a condom.

  She licked her lower lip. Finally.

  “I’m not putting my cock in you until you stop moving. I’ll fuck you when you comply with my orders.”

  Beast. He was an absolute beast. Most males weren’t able to resist her, and most had no idea that she more often than not set the tempo of the sex.

  She steadied her breathing and tried to keep her body still.

  “Much better,” he said.

  She heard his movement, and then she felt the tip of his penis against her vaginal opening.