by Harper West
Two fingers was probably enough, I wagered. The plug wasn't that big, and it had a tapered head that widened gradually. It was about the size of two of my fingers, so I pulled them out with a pop and went to slick up the plug.
Carefully, I pressed the tip to my hole and then pushed it forward, biting down on my lip as it pushed its way in. The widest part got past the rim of my ass easily, but I could feel every inch of it as it settled.
When I stood up straight it was still there, a slight pressure inside me, and I knew at the very least I was going to be super distracted all day.
Unable to help myself, I bent over, facing the mirror and spreading my ass cheeks so I could see the bright green gem winking at me. I blushed and stood up quickly, hurrying to get dressed before I got carried away. This wasn't something I was into, this was another one of Killian's weird fetish things, and I had places to be.
Are you wearing it?
I rolled my eyes at the text while I walked to class, super aware of the plug shifting inside of me. It had been a long drive, and it was impossible to ignore the way the plug was seated so firmly inside me. It was like a weight I couldn't not feel, and even though the plug was small, it felt like it was rubbing against my inner walls while I walked, which had me tingling between my legs.
I ignored Killian until I found my seat and then sent back a quick Yeah, but I don't see the big deal. If he thought I was unaffected, then maybe he wouldn't get off on it so much.
I wanted to rain on his parade a little. The last few things we'd done had sent me into a spiral of begging and making a fool of myself. I might not have been into the things he was into, but I was still a woman with needs and having someone fuck my mouth or use a big dildo on me was enough to get me off.
It didn't have anything to do with the collar or being tied down or anything like that. I just had to keep reminding myself that I didn't care about any of that, and it would be fine.
How does it feel? Killian sent. Can you feel the press of it inside you? Does it make you want something in that pretty little pussy of yours?
I flushed darkly and ducked my head, hoping no one was close enough to see me. I should have put my phone away. These were not the kinds of texts I was supposed to be reading in class.
Leave it to Killian to put that thought in my head because all of a sudden, I was imagining what it would be like to have a cock in my pussy, too. My ass filled and plugged up, my pussy stretched around a thick cock, maybe my mouth filled, too...
My pussy throbbed at the thought, and I could feel myself getting wet. Fuck, what was he doing to me?
Fuck off, I sent back.
I'm going to take that as a yes. I can make that happen for you if you want. Maybe if you ask nicely.
I shoved my phone into my bag and resolved to pay attention to the lesson.
It was harder than it should have been to listen to the way the professor was talking about the use of color as emotion in an artistic work and how to pinpoint the time period of a piece based on the shade of blue that was used.
It was a good thing I’d sat in the back because I couldn’t focus on anything, so distracted by what was going on under my clothes.
The hour flew by and yet it felt like it took forever at the same time, and I was the first one out of my seat and dashing for the door when class was finally over.
I want to see it, he texted me as I was walking out, trying to get a handle on how red my face probably was and how out of control I felt.
Too damn bad. I’m not going to the bathroom to spread my ass for you, so you’ll just have to use your imagination. Honestly, the nerve of him. I didn’t know if it was a rich person thing or if it was a dominant thing that made him expect to get everything he wanted out of life, but he was just going to have to get used to disappointment because I wasn’t risking someone coming in and seeing me doing something so embarrassing.
I’ll just have to have you wear it for me the next time I see you, he replied, and I rolled my eyes.
Great. Can’t wait. He’d sense the sarcasm in my message.
Do you have a break now?
I did, but I considered telling him I didn’t, just so he’d leave me alone. I knew he was going to want something from me. It would never be ‘just wear this plug.’ That was too simple. It would be wear this plug and jump through some stupid hoops because he was a sadist and he got off on making me crazy.
I should have told him to fuck off. I should have said I had things to do and I’d wear his stupid plug but that was it. There was a tingling between my legs still and walking towards my car was still torture with the way it made the plug press in harder, and I didn’t know how I was going to focus on anything like this.
So, without my permission, my fingers were typing out the words Yeah, for like an hour before my next class.
Killian responded predictably. Go to your car. Park it somewhere private. And then call me.
Chapter 15
Ash
There was a part of me that was furious at myself for letting him do this to me. I walked right to my car and let out a soft moan when I sat down in the seat and it wedged the plug in higher. My fingers were unsteady as I put the keys in the ignition, but I managed it, and I parked away from the main building back towards the back where there was only one other empty car. No one really came back that way, so I would be hidden from view for whatever depraved shit Killian was about to make me do.
As long as I kept telling myself that he was the one forcing this, the one who wanted these weird things and I was just a hapless bystander who needed to pay her bills, then it would be fine.
I wasn't the one who was a weird pervert, it was him. I was still the same person I'd been from the beginning, and another eleven months as his wife wouldn't change that.
Doing dirty things in my parked car wouldn't change that.
I put on my headphones and then called him, figuring I'd need my hands free.
He sounded entirely too pleased with himself when he answered the phone.
"I didn't think you were actually going to call," he said. "I was setting myself up for disappointment and coming up with all kinds of ways to make you do better next time."
"I can always hang up," I said.
"No, no, this will be better, I promise. Tell me how you're enjoying the plug. Be descriptive."
I could hear him settling down wherever he was, and since it was the middle of the morning on a weekday and he was one of the idle rich, he could have been anywhere. It wasn't like he had a job to attend to.
I sighed and thought about what he wanted me to say. "It's weird," I said first, because it was. "I haven't ever had anything... up there for this long."
"Does it hurt?"
"No. I'm just... really aware of it."
"How so?"
"I can feel it when I walk, rubbing against me, kinda. It feels full, I guess. It's not even that big, but it feels like it's everywhere."
"And that turns you on." It wasn't even a question.
"What is this, therapy?" I snapped.
He laughed. "No, I'm just gathering information. Here, I'll get to the point since I know that's what you really want. Tell me how wet you are."
My cheeks instantly flushed. He was right. I didn't even need to touch myself to know I was soaking wet already.
"I'm not," I said, trying to sound like something other than a petulant child.
He just laughed again. "You are. I know you are. Did you like that picture I painted for you earlier, Ash? Your ass stuffed and then something sliding into your pussy as well? Do you want to be full in both of your tight little holes for me? I could make that happen. I have enough toys that you would always be satisfied. Maybe something in that mouth of yours, too. I bet you'd be gorgeous stuffed airtight."
God, was he reading my mind now? I'd had that same thought earlier and hearing him talk about it with that voice of his had my heart pounding and my clit throbbing, desperate for attention.
T
hat pull of arousal was there, low down in me, and without even thinking about it, I put one hand between my legs, pressing against the mound of my sex, feeling the heat through my leggings.
I didn't know how he always managed to do this to me.
"I think you like that idea," he said, and he damn sure wasn't wrong.
"You think a lot of things," I said instead because that was easier and safer than admitting he was right one hundred percent. What was he doing to me?
"If you can honestly tell me you don't like the idea, I'll drop it and leave it alone," he said, and I groaned because I couldn't, and he knew it. We hadn't known each other for all that long, but he was already coming to know my tells and the things that I didn't want to admit, and it was a pain in the ass.
Speaking of, I shifted in the car seat, and it made the plug shift, which had me inhaling sharply and my pussy giving a throb in response.
There was no way I was going to be able to get through the rest of my day like this. I was a dripping mess, driven to distraction by the plug in me, and if Killian didn't do something about it, I was going to have words with him.
"Just get to the point," I snapped, and he laughed again. He was laughing at me a lot.
"That's what I thought. You want to be so above it, but you're not. Deep down you're just a horny little slut and you want to be put in your place and used."
My face flamed, and I glanced around to make sure no one was walking by to see me reacting to his words the way I was. I kept telling myself it was just because of the plug. It was something new and different, and it was causing me to react in ways I wouldn't normally. That was all. If someone called me a slut otherwise, I would have socked them right in the face. Or cussed him them out at the very least.
But Killian just kept going, his low, velvety voice painting the picture. "What if you were tied down?" he asked. "And you couldn't get away. Just trapped there with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from how wet you were, how badly you wanted it. Would that make you come hard for me? Would you beg to be let go or beg for more? You're tough. I've seen how much you can take. I bet you'd take it so well."
I licked my lips and tried to bite down on the whimper that wanted to spill out of me. Without my permission, my legs were spreading wider right there in the seat, and I slid down a bit so I was more hidden, one hand straying to stroke lightly between my thighs.
There was nothing in my pussy, and I was suddenly very aware of that fact. My ass was full, and my pussy wanted something inside it, too. Maybe I could wiggle out of my pants enough to get my fingers in there. Maybe I could start keeping a dildo in the glove compartment...
I shook my head, disgusted with myself. Who was I turning into that I was considering having a sex toy in my car for when I wanted to play with myself between classes? That wasn't the kind of person I was.
"Do you want to touch yourself right now?" he asked, and seriously, I was going to have to figure out how he was doing this mind reading thing because it was getting old. "I want you to touch yourself. I want to think about you in your car in the middle of the day, touching yourself, getting yourself off because you're so keyed up you can't not do it."
I groaned and leaned my head back against the headrest. My hand was already between my legs, and I pressed the heel of it against my mound, feeling my clit tingle at the almost pressure. I raised my hips a bit, grinding down against my palm, and closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
"You're the actual devil," I said, but I sounded unsteady and wrecked already.
Of course, Killian was just amused. He was always amused by my suffering, even more so when he was the one at fault. What a dick. Fuck, I wanted some dick.
"Touch yourself," he said, and his voice slipped into that register that meant he was being serious and he wanted me to do what he said. "Over your clothes for now. Feel how hot you are between your legs and grab one of your breasts. Massage it slowly."
My tongue flashed out, and I licked my lips, mouth suddenly dry. I did what he said. My one hand stayed between my legs, and I kept my eyes closed because maybe that would make it easier.
I rubbed my crotch, feeling that heat and the slight dampness that was seeping through my underwear into my pants. I was so turned on, and my hips kept working, trying to find more friction.
I'd been teased all class long by the plug, and my body was craving more, wanting satisfaction. The touch of my hand through two layers of clothes wasn't anywhere near enough.
My other hand went to my breasts, and I grabbed the right one randomly, squeezing and groping at it while my nipples got hard.
It wasn't enough. None of it was enough. Killian probably knew that, too. He was flexing his control. Driving me crazy from a distance just because he could. For a second, I thought about telling him to go fuck himself and doing this how I wanted to do it, but that felt almost... hollow. He was a bastard, but he never left me wanting for too long, and the part of my brain that was becoming conditioned to associate him with pleasure wanted me to follow his instructions to the letter.
It was so annoying.
I did it. I kept my hands moving, massaging my tit, pinching the nipple between my fingers while I rubbed my pussy, desperately waiting for the next set of instructions.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"Not good enough," I panted.
"Really? But it's so plain and vanilla the way you like things," he teased. "You can't get off like this?"
"No," I whined, not caring about how I sounded.
"Then tell me what you need," he said, and it was clearly an order. He wanted to make me say horribly embarrassing things and was holding my pleasure hostage because he was a horrible person.
I gritted my teeth for a second and then opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I had no idea what to say, honestly. I was so turned on, soaking wet, and I needed to touch myself, but I didn't have the words to convey that.
"Come on," he coaxed me, and I could hear how fucking amused he was, which was such a pain in the ass. "Tell me. I know you're an innocent little flower, but if you want to get off, you're going to have to use your words."
Of course he was mocking me. He was such an asshole, and I could picture him sitting back in some big, leather chair, that infuriating smirk on his face while he was taunting me like this. Probably he was hard in his pants just from all the panting and whining I was doing, and from the power trip he was on. I was convinced that nothing turned him on more than the sound of his own voice.
"Please," I managed to get out on a whimper. "I need more. I need... I need my fingers."
"Progress," he said. "Very good. Where do you want them?"
Why couldn't anything be easy with him? "In... I need them in... my pussy," I finally said, and my cheeks could have started a fire with how hot they were. I never talked like that, really. I wasn't ashamed of my body or the things that brought me pleasure, but there had never been anyone who forced me to say embarrassing things like that.
"Good girl," Killian praised. "Was that so hard? You want to stick your fingers in that sopping wet cunt of yours and make yourself come, don't you? You want to get off right there in your car because you're such a dirty little slut that you can't even wait until you get home. That's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it's hot as fuck, if I'm honest. You've got me hard over here, thinking about you making a mess in your pants because you're so turned on."
I hated hearing him talk to me like that, but at the same time, I was so fucking horny that I didn't care. My brain wasn't functioning properly and all I knew was that I wanted to come. I'd be a dirty little slut if that got me what I wanted, and I'd worry about the rest later.
"Go on, then," he continued. "Slide your hand into your pants. Find that cute little clit and touch it. Run your fingers around it."
I didn't need to be told twice. My hand slid easily into my pants and I spread my legs wider, banging my knee against the door, but I didn't care.
My panties were nearly soake
d through, and I moved them aside, finding that little button of nerves and pressing a finger against it. The moan that burst out of me was low and desperate, and I could hear Killian's breath catch over the phone.
I wondered if he was going to touch himself to the sound of me getting myself off. Was it just the power trip that did it for him, or was there something about me that he found attractive enough to make him want to jack off in the middle of the morning?
"Does it feel good?" he asked. "Tell me. I want to hear it."
I nodded and then cleared my throat, forcing myself to use my words like he'd said. "Yes," I groaned. "It feels good. Fuck."
"There you go. Now leave your clit alone. I don't want you coming too soon. Push two fingers into your hole and tell me how it feels."
I obeyed, pressing my index and middle fingers right into myself. I arched at the way it made my nerves sing with pleasure, breath coming faster. I didn't think I had ever been this turned on by myself before. Usually I made myself come pretty quickly with my fingers or a toy and then got on with my day. Killian had me drawing it out, taking my time and really experiencing every single sensation.
I couldn't say if it was better or worse than the way I was used to doing it, all I knew was that I was so hot for it at the moment.
"I'm so wet," I moaned for him. "So hot. God, I'm so hot. I feel like I'm burning up."
"If you weren't in a parking lot, I'd have you take off your clothes and show off a little," he said. "Maybe one day. Fuck yourself with your fingers. However you like it."
Slowly, I worked my fingers in and out, taking my time so I could feel the way my inner walls dragged against my fingers, like they were trying to keep them inside. The slow slide was agonizing, but in the best way, making me feel every bit of the sensation.
My toes curled in my shoes, and I squeezed my breast harder, biting down on my lip as I shoved my fingers back in, going deeper and curling them a bit to find that spot that made me see stars.
"Don't go quiet on me," Killian prompted. "Tell me what you're doing."
"I... I’m fucking myself with my fingers," I answered, breath shuddering out of me. "I'm pushing them so deep, oh my god. Can I touch my clit? Please?"
