He chuckled. “Yes, brat. I’m asking. You can either quickly get off right now, or you can wait until I get home where I will spend a long time indulging you. Your decision.”
She gnawed at her bottom lip, and Theo could almost hear the wheels spinning. His greedy girl needed to learn the value of patience instead of immediate satisfaction. But he wanted her to find it herself, not force it on her.
“Tell me my tasks first, and then I’ll decide.”
He dropped his hand from her puckered nipple. “Nope. Decide first.”
She huffed. “Fine. I’ll wait. Now, what are my tasks?”
He grinned and replaced the bandage at her hip before he grabbed both nipples so hard she squeaked. Her hips tilted as if her pussy was seeking him, and he laughed again. “I want you to take a nap for at least an hour. Then I want you to work your ass. I want you to play with a plug so by the time I get home tonight, you’re stretched enough to take my cock without bleeding.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He pinched her tits again and then pressed his fingers into the bruises around the full globes. Bruises his mouth had made. Jesus. He couldn’t wait to go another round with her. “And brat?”
She looked up from where she watched him grip her chest. “Master?”
“Make sure you don’t bleed. I know you’ll want to. I know you’ll try and force it. But that’s not your job. Your pain is mine to give now. You will not hurt yourself. That belongs to me. Am I clear?”
She nodded, and the relief was so plain in her face it took everything he had not to lift her up and plunge into her tight pussy until she screamed.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “It’s yours now.”
He kissed her long and hard, devouring her mouth and drawing whimpers and mewls from her until he pulled away, leaving them both breathless. “Nap. I’ll leave lube and your plug on the side table. I want you to be at my house by five. Can you do that?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, which he held out for her to see before setting it on the bedside table. Next he held out a folded piece of paper and set it next to the key. “There’s a code for the alarm on that paper and instructions to disarm it. Go to the room you’ve been using and wait for me on the bed. Understood?”
“Why do you make me sleep there? It feels like a damn servants’ quarters.”
He lifted a brow and watched her squirm. “You’ll do as I say and keep your opinions to yourself.”
“Yes, Master.” She nodded, and he couldn’t stop the smile from cracking open his face as he pointed to the bed.
∙•∙
Lucinda shot out of bed the moment she heard the front door close. There was no way in hell she could nap when there was a butt plug and a task from her Master swirling around her head. She hadn’t bothered to put her clothes back on before he’d tucked her into bed. She preferred to sleep nude anyway, and Theo didn’t seem to have a problem with it.
She took the items into the bathroom and eyed the large mirror, spinning around so she could see herself completely. Part of her was embarrassed to see all the marks on her body, see what she’d allowed him to do to her, but a bigger part cherished each of them. She pulled the bandages off so she could see the cuts too. She couldn’t believe how good that had felt. How much the press of the knife made her body sing.
She lifted a foot to the toilet lid and smeared lube onto her fingers, eyeing the plug on the counter. Why the hell had she purchased that plug in the first place?
She shivered as she admitted to herself she enjoyed looking at the toy while she masturbated on occasion. She’d never had the guts to use it, but she would set it in her line of sight and daydream about having a Dom who would use it on her. Theo had used beads almost as large as the plug on her. And now he wanted her to use the plug on herself.
Being instructed to use it was headier than anything she’d ever conjured in her mind.
Before she allowed herself to pick it up, she stroked her tight bud with her fingers while staring at the plug. It was purple. And it was large. Much larger than anything she’d ever inserted.
Her leg—the one supporting her on the ground—nearly buckled as she moaned around the sensation of pleasuring herself by pressing two fingers against her perineum. Her eyes fluttered, but she forced her gaze to remain on the rubber plug.
Knowing how much it would hurt to press the wide object into her tight ass sent a rush of arousal to her pussy. She wanted to thrust her fingers into her core, but instead she applied lube to her fingers and then pushed two into her ass without bothering to stretch the tight ring of muscles first with one finger.
She curled her toes against the toilet seat at the stretch. It didn’t hurt. It was simply tight. The pressure was actually welcoming. Intense in a way she wasn’t used to experiencing at her own hand.
She scissored the two fingers for a few seconds and then added a third, forcing the finger to join the others even though she knew it was too soon. Too much.
She moaned at the pleasure pain, shocked by her ability to bring herself so close to the edge by fucking her own ass with her fingers. If she had known how arousing the act would be…
Then again, ninety percent of the reason she was so excited was because her Master had instructed her to do this—fuck her ass with that plug to get her ready for him.
She gritted her teeth while she continued to fuck herself with three fingers, pressing them deeper. When she couldn’t stand the suspense a moment longer, she yanked her hand from inside her body and grabbed the plug off the counter. Without bothering to apply lube directly to the toy, she pressed it into her ass.
She bucked forward at the instantaneous shock. So filling…
Her eyes rolled back into her head as she jerked the plug out and then rammed it back in just as quickly, hearing the moan coming from her mouth.
Luckily there was enough lube smeared on her ass to keep the plug from tearing the sensitive skin this time. Theo had specifically instructed her not to draw blood. She didn’t think she had. The pressure was intense, but she knew it would hurt much worse if she had broken the skin. Hell, it had hurt much worse when he’d fucked her with the beads.
Nope. Blood wasn’t her problem.
Keeping herself from coming was her problem. That hadn’t been in the list of instructions. And she knew Theo didn’t intend for her to orgasm while she worked her ass.
She was so close…
She jerked the plug in and out two more times and then had to force herself to stop. Her hands shook as she lowered her foot to the floor and padded to the sink to wash the toy. She left it on the counter and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her face was red. Her skin was splotchy. She needed to replace the bandages on her cuts, but she didn’t have the energy right then. Later.
Chapter Thirteen
Lucinda waddled into her room and lowered herself onto the bed. Her ass ached a little, but it wasn’t enough. She’d have to do it again before she went to Theo’s house, make sure she was good and stretched. Her phone pinged from the side table, and she rolled over to check it.
Theo: Brat, I know you went after that ass the minute I walked out the door. I said nap first.
She didn’t know how to respond. He was right, but he couldn’t really expect her to pay attention to the chronology of his commands. Both would happen. Probably. Though how she was supposed to nap now that her ass had been worked, she wasn’t totally sure.
She went for straightforward and hoped for the best.
Lucinda: Sorry, Master. I got curious.
Theo: We’re going to need to work on that. I said nap, then ass play.
Lucinda: Tomato, tomahto. Who cares which I do first?
Theo: Your ass cares. Now stop sassing me, brat, or I won’t play with you later.
Gah, would he always use that as a threat? Would he always deny her if she wasn’t doing everything just right? It was infuriating, and she didn’t know if she could deal with all that push and pull for the lo
ng-term, but right now, she couldn’t help wanting to test him.
Lucinda: So don’t.
He didn’t respond after several minutes, and she started to worry her bottom lip. She’d gone too far, and now he was going to follow through. Tears pressed against the back of her eyelids, and she blinked hard to push them back. She curled onto the bed and wondered if he would throw her over now. If this would be the thing that finally made him step away from her.
Her phone rang ten minutes later. She saw his name and choked on a sob.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Sweetheart, I understand it is your kneejerk reaction to give me attitude every step of the way, but you will not win this game. You think you can push me into doing what you want, and I’ll tell you right now that you cannot. Push all you want, but as far as you’re concerned, I’m an immovable dam against your torrential waters. Now, would you like to rethink that last text?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I’ll take a nap now and listen harder next time.”
“Lucy, sweetheart,” he said, and his voice circled around her like a soothing balm. “We need to move past this testing me thing. I want to play with you, I want to give you everything you need, and I need you to trust me. Follow my instructions, listen to me, and trust me. Will you do that, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Theo. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I keep doing this. I don’t mean to, but it’s like this thing just takes over, and I blurt out whatever comes to mind.”
“You’re asking for boundaries, sweetheart. You’re testing to see if my walls will hold. They will. I’m not going anywhere. I gave you a promise. Now, go take a nap. I will be home by five o’clock. I expect you to be there ready for me.”
“I will, Theo. I promise.”
“That’s the sweet girl I know you can be. I love hearing you be all docile with me. As much as I love to hear you fight, there is a time and place for both those things. But right now, I quite like sweet Lucy, and I want her to follow instructions and be a good girl.”
“Yes, Master.”
“See you at five, sweetheart.”
∙•∙
He’d never known such a needy submissive. She was everything he craved, and he couldn’t wait to get to the point where he could show her how much he could give her. He drove the rest of the way to the office in silence, having stopped at home for a quick change first. He spent much of the ride contemplating how to deal with her guilt over the Julian and Morgan situation. There was no help for it. She needed him to handle the problem, and handle it he would.
He slipped into his office with a nod to Camille and picked up his phone. Julian and he didn’t overlap business worlds very often, but he knew he ran the creative department for one of Minneapolis’s top advertising agencies. Minutes later, he’d set up a lunch for the two of them. He hadn’t entirely figured out what he was going to say yet, but he knew he needed to help his brat.
Two hours later, he was sitting in a diner when Julian swept in. The guy wasn’t that big, not nearly as big as Theo, but he had a presence about him that seemed to take up a lot of space in the room.
“Theo. It’s been a while. To what do I owe this spontaneous lunch date?” Julian said, slipping into the booth across from Theo.
“Lucinda.”
Julian hissed. “I’m not interested in discussing that bitch. If that’s why you’re here, I’ll leave you to eat on your own.”
Theo placed a hand on the table. Julian eyed it, but didn’t respond. A pissing match probably wasn’t the way to go with him, but if push came to shove, Theo would fight to get Julian to listen. “She told me what she did. All of it.”
Julian shook his head. “She was supposed to keep her mouth shut.”
“I didn’t let her. She feels horrible. She’s eating herself alive in guilt.”
“Good.”
Theo sighed. “Is there no making amends here?”
Julian’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ve taken her on, I assume. Do you know what you’re getting into with that one?”
Theo offered a single nod.
Julian sighed again. “Did she tell you she jeopardized my Morgan’s job, jeopardized the entire Loft because she wanted me to claim her? I mean, for fuck’s sake, Theo, we lost a fifty thousand dollar grant because of her.”
Theo nodded. “She told me.”
“And you still want her? Really?”
Theo folded his hands and leaned forward. “She fights so hard because she thinks she’s unlovable. She’s like a child who isn’t getting any attention from her parents, so she does all the wrong things because at least pissing them off makes them react.”
“Except I’m not her parent,” Julian snapped back.
“You’re right. And she was wrong, but she does want to make it up to you. She’s suffered for this. She lives in a shit hole and teaches toddlers how to make pinch pots. Hell, until I found her at Exotica the other night, I think she’d almost completely removed herself from the scene. Even then, she was pressed in the back of the room, hiding.”
Julian bristled. “She was at Exotica when we were there?”
“She’s not stalking you, man. She wants what you have. She was on her way out when she saw you and probably would’ve left if I hadn’t stopped her.”
Julian stared at him hard, almost looking through him. “I won’t have my Morgan in any danger.”
“She won’t be. Lucinda takes full responsibility for what she’s done, and nothing will come back to you again.” Theo took a deep breath. “Haven’t you ever done something stupid you wished you could take back?”
Julian’s eyes flashed, and he looked down. “Yes. Of course.”
“That’s Lucy. It was incredibly stupid. Her at her worst. But if there’s no forgiveness, what does our world have to offer? We’re all deeply flawed in some way. Hers just happens to be more on the surface. But I give you my word, she will never harm you or Morgan again.”
“You’re that sure of her, huh?” Julian asked, signaling the waitress to come take their order.
Theo studied his menu and said, “No. I’m that sure of myself.”
»»•««
A ball of nerves rested in Lucinda’s stomach as the clock approached five. Her ass hurt from another round with the plug after her nap, but the pain was just what she needed to calm herself down.
She squirmed in her seat in the cab all the way to Theo’s house and spent half an hour positioning herself on the bed in her designated room a dozen ways before deciding to rest in a child’s pose with her ass facing the door. She was sideways on the bed, exposed with her ass the highest point of her body thrust in the air at the edge of the mattress.
As badly as she’d wanted to explore the rest of the house—especially the master bedroom—she’d forced herself to go directly to her room and strip. It didn’t escape her notice that she still had never even seen Theo’s bedroom. She practiced deep breathing and waited. At five, the garage door opened, and a flood of moisture dripped from her pussy. She heard his footsteps on the stairs, and her desire ratcheted up even more.
“Perfect,” he said as he stepped in the room.
She bit her tongue to stop from responding. She wanted this too much and didn’t want her own mouth to get in her way. He seemed to be waiting for a response, and when he didn’t get one, he slipped out of his shoes and undressed. She peeked at him from between her legs, but still didn’t say anything.
“I’m not sure what to do with a silent brat. I know you’re not pouting. I can see how wet your cunt is from here.”
She let a whimper escape, and he grinned.
“You want me to take that ass bad enough that you’re holding your tongue so you don’t ruin your chances. Smart brat.”
She shifted her legs open more. He stepped forward and slid a finger through her folds, swirling the moisture around her clit before pushing in and out of her a few times. She rocked back into the intrusion, but he pulled his finger out
too quickly.
“Safe word?”
“Degas, Master.”
“Good.” He moved to the side table and pulled out lube and a condom, placing them next to her spread legs. “The only thing I want to hear in this room is you begging or you using your safe word. No sass. I’ve been thinking about this ass all day, how much I can’t wait to breach your tight hole and make you scream from it. Did you use the plug again?”
She nodded.
“Good.” He pressed her head down so she was forced to stop looking at him. She concentrated on her breathing as she heard the pop of the lube cap and the crinkle of foil.
He released her neck, leaving her to imagine what every rustling noise behind her equated to. She didn’t move. She didn’t breathe.
And then in one quick movement, Theo grabbed her hips and thrust into her ass to the hilt.
She couldn’t help the stark scream she emitted. She lifted her face off the mattress, but Theo released her hip with one hand and shoved the back of her head down once again. “Don’t move, brat. My show.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, trying to work through the pain. She felt light-headed. All her blood rushed to her pussy. The sensation was foreign to her—and welcome. Amazing.
Her Master dug his fingers back into her hips, pressing firmly on the cut on one side and adding to the intensity of the moment.
A normal person wouldn’t have been able to tolerate either source of her discomfort—neither the open wound on her hip nor the instantaneous stretch of her tight rear hole that now throbbed with the intrusion.
And she’d never been pushed so close to an orgasm so fast in her life. Every single cell in her body screamed for release.
“That’s my girl. Breathe through the pain.” His cock was still lodged deep inside her. It seemed to split her in half. Even the work she’d done with the plug twice that day didn’t hold a candle to the size of Theo’s cock. The man used it as a weapon. And he was winning the war.
Before she could catch her breath or begin to acclimate to the pressure, he jerked himself almost out of her tight hole and thrust back in. He gripped her hips harder and fucked her again. And again.
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