this to you for some time now, Ana.”
I groan. And I feel something cool, metallically cool, run down my spine.
“I ha一ve a small present for you here,” Christian whispers. What is it? An
image from our show-and-tell springs to mind. Holy cow. A butt plug.
Christian runs it down the parting between my buttocks.
Oh my.
“I am going to push this inside you, very slowly.”
I gasp, anticipation and anxiety charging through me.
“Will it hurt?”
“No, baby. It’s small. Once it’s inside you, I’m going to fuck you real hard.”
I practically convulse. Bending over me, he kisses me once more between
my shoulder blades.
“Ready?” he whispers.
Ready? Am I ready for this?
“Yes,” I mutter quietly, my mouth dry. He runs another finger down past my
ass and perineum and slips it inside me. Fuck, it’s his thumb. He cups my
sex and his fingers gently caress my clitoris. I moan . . . it feels. . . good. And
gently, while his fingers and thumb work their magic, he pushes the cold plug
slowly into me.
“Ah!” I groan loudly at the unfamiliar sensation, my muscles protesting at the
intrusion. He circles his thumb inside me and pushes the plug harder, and it
slips in easily, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m so turned on or if he’s
distracted me with his expert fingers, but my body seems to accept it. It’s
hea一vy . . . and strange . . . there!
“Oh, baby.”
And I can feel it . . . where his thumb swirls inside me . . . and the plug
presses against . . . oh, ah . . . He slowly twists the plug, eliciting a long
drawn-out moan from me.
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“Christian,” I mumble, his name a garbled mantra, as I adjust to the
sensation. “Good girl,” he murmurs. He runs his free hand down my side until
it reaches my hip. Slowly he withdraws his thumb and I hear the telltale sound
of his zipper opening. Grasping my other hip, he pulls me back and parts my
legs further, his foot pushing against mine.
“Don’t let go of the table, Ana,” he warns.
“No,” I gasp.
“Something rough? Tell me if I’m too rough. U
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