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No
other man had ever made her feel like Masaun, as if her heart would leap out of
her chest when she was around them or cause her skin to tingle and heat
instantly at a glance or a light touch. She had to remind herself that no ex
had made her as frustrated and angry as Masaun either. The Dom was commanding
and bossy. He could make her want to scream, in several different ways.

Reaching
over the center console, he took hold of her hand in her lap.

Warmth
spread along her arms and up her thighs from the places his hand touched her.
Her breath became labored.

He
continued to her home until he pulled up behind her car in front of the house.
Neither of them moved.

“This
was not my thought when I asked you to accompany me.” His hand held hers
steady. He didn’t stroke the back of her hand with his thumb or squeeze it.

It
was her turn to look at him curiously. She was a smart woman and could feel the
strong attraction between them that had been building all day while they were
on their outing. However, she sat quietly.

“Come
home with me, Song Sparrow. Not because it is the scheduled night, which it isn’t,
but because you want to.”

She
had anticipated him wanting this day to go to the next expected step. Hell, the
light kisses and soft touches he’d been giving her in the zoo had her sex
throbbing and her nipples tightened. It wouldn’t be a far stretch for her to
take a leap and get some relief from a man that was amazing in the sheets. She
had even considered asking him in when they arrived at her place.

However,
Masaun had not only flipped the script and asked her to go home with him, he’d
used her scene name. Just by that she knew he wasn’t just inviting her to heat
up the sheets at his home, but submit to him as well. Could she do this?
Willingly go with him, not because her day was stressed and she needed release
and help to focus, but just because he was Masaun and she was Kindle. Or more
to the point he was Sir and she was his Song Sparrow.

“Yes, Sir. I will go with you.” She didn’t allow
herself to consider whether or not it was the right decision, but relaxed and
enjoyed being with the man beside her as he drove away.

CHAPTER twelve

“Have
you ever had anal sex before or any form of anal play, Song Sparrow?”

Kindle
stood nude in the center of Masaun’s playroom, where he stood before her
bare-chested in the same black jeans he’d worn earlier.

Allowing
herself to swallow the thump that trapped itself in her throat at his question,
she admitted, “No, Sir.”

He
nodded. “Come with me.” He led her around to the cabinet then pulled out the
top drawer.

She
gasped at the array of items and sizes inside.

“Am
I to assume your toy drawer at home is not so extensive?” he joked as the
corners of his lips curved ever so slightly toward a smile.

“Sir,
I don’t believe that any drawer is as stocked outside of a toy shop.” Most of
the items within the space she could identify as dildos, vibrators and plugs,
stuff she recognized from parties some of her girlfriends had thrown in
undergrad. However, there were plenty of things in there she had no clue how
they worked or what they were for. “I don’t have a toy drawer.”

When
he didn’t respond, she lifted her gaze to his. One brow was raised in a perfect
high arc.

“But,
you masturbate.”

It
was a statement of fact more than a question, but she answered it anyway. “Yes,
Sir, but only with my hand.” Nervous about the conversation and what might be
coming, she licked her lips.

His
gaze scanned her face then he said, “That’s good to know.” Directing the
conversation back to the accoutrements, he went on, “All of these things are
new and have been cleaned and sanitized. I never mix toys from one submissive
to the next. When this,” he waved his hand between them, “is over, the toys
will be replaced. You may choose to take them with you at that time.”

Her
gut sank. Standing before him nude and just having had an enjoyable day with
him, she didn’t want to think about their relationship, as challenging as it might
be, ending. Not right now. Not while she still needed him.

Reaching
into the drawer, he pulled out a double balled item. “This is one of many anal
plugs I have.” He held it up before her. “As you can see, it is only about
three inches from tip to base.”

She
did notice the short size. If it were a dildo, most of her friends would have
laughed at the size of it. However, considering where it was going the last
thing she felt like doing was laughing. There was a tip, about the width of a
finger and below that was the first circle, the size of a marble and then the
stem narrowed again, but slightly thicker than a finger. The second bulge was
approximately the circumference of a quarter and at the bottom of it was a
loop, most likely to remove the item from the person’s ass. She clenched her
butt cheeks with the thought.

“How
do you feel about anal play, Song Sparrow?”

Glancing
up from the object in his hand to meet his gaze, she bit the inside of her lip.
Did she tell him that she felt as if she were about to be impaled? Or that she
imagined it to be extremely painful. “Having had no prior experience with it,
Sir, I’m not sure.”

Reaching
out, he opened a single door of the cabinet and removed a jar. Unscrewing the
top he set it to the side. He dipped two fingers inside and collected some of
the clear, bluish gel substance inside. “Hold your hand out.”

Obeying
him, she lifted a hand and held it palm up.

Stepping
closer to her, he placed the dollop in her palm and began spearing it around
and around. It was cool and slick, it felt silky gliding over her skin.

“This
is a lube. A Dom and sub I know own an erotic herbal store.” He then closed her
hand and, holding it, he squeezed it into a fist, so that it was tight, but not
causing her any pain. Pressing the tip of the plug to the bottom swirl by her
pinky he pushed against her. Even though their hands were clenched firmly the
item, guided by Masaun who held the loop, began to easily breach her finger
with the aid of the slick gel.

He
pulled back a little, wiggling slightly as he guided it back in.

Keeping
the movement up, his gaze never left hers. “Do you feel the smoothness of it,
Song Sparrow?”

Licking
her lips, she said, “Yes, Sir.”

“See
how it feels in the tightness of your fist?” He now had the first ball deep in
her palm, working it in and out.

Her
heart rate picked up, not only from his nearness and warm touch, but from the
sensation of the firm silicone gliding in and around her palm. “Yes, Sir.”

Pushing
more, the tip exited the top of her hand as he pressed the larger ball past her
pinky. In and out he slipped.

The
sensation caused heat to spread up her arm and down her chest, tightening her
nipples as it settled into her core.

“Can
you imagine me working this into your ass? Feeling the thickness opening you
and slipping along your walls as I thrust in and out.” He was moving the plug
along her palm to the cadence of his slow speech as his dark eyes held hers.

Her
sex began to throb and the wetness from her pussy started seeping between her
labia. Damn, had any man ever had her so turned on just by his voice, his touch
or a simple instructional action? Hell, with Masaun nothing was simple.

“Yes,
Sir, I can imagine it.” However, it wasn’t the object in his hand she saw him
working into her body but his cock—thick and hard—claiming her.

“Do
you trust me?” His hand stopped moving the plug, pausing it inside her hand.

She
tightened her fingers and felt them slip over the two circles. “Yes, I trust
you, Sir.” She didn’t hesitate in her response. The realization of how true her
words were, that she did trust this man, caused her heart to thump wildly in
her chest. Never before had she given that level of trust to any man. To use
and command her body as he saw fit and knowing he would not abuse her. However,
that was the level of confidence she had in Masaun in times like this.

Removing
the plug from her hand, he let her go. Opening the same door of the cabinet he
reached in and removed a dark blue hand towel from the second shelf where
several were folded and stacked neatly. He wiped the goop from her hand then
said, “Get on the spanking bench.”

Following
his directive, she turned and went to the bench. Assuming the position he’d had
her take the last time she was on it, she lay along the leather padding and
grabbed the bar at the end of it. She was not ignorant to the way the bench
posed her body. Like the last time, her ass was high and available to him.

“Spread
your knees.” He was standing somewhere behind her.

Knowing
better than to look over her shoulder at him, she silently walked her knees out
along the wide kneeling rung in opposite directions. Once they were about shoulder
width apart she stopped.

He
placed a palm on her cheek, squeezed and said, “Rel
ax, Song
Sparrow. Breathe and feel. I won’t hurt you.” As he spoke he spread her ass
apart and began smearing the same cool substance around her anal opening.

She
gasped. Not because she was nervous, which she was, but because she didn’t
anticipate that area being so sensitive. His slick touch made her want to
wiggle her hips and arch herself back.

“Try
and be still. Let me control the entry.”

Freezing,
she was shocked that she had been moving, even as she had been thinking about
it.

When
he pressed the tip of his finger into her, began to coat her internally with
the gel, she tightened her hands on the bar. She couldn’t hold back the sigh as
she shivered at the invasion.

Shit,
have I always been susceptible to anal stimulation and never knew it?
It was a huge possibility. Since no
other boyfriend had ever broached the conversation, let alone the act, she had
no way of knowing. Yes, she felt the pressure and slight stretching as his
finger moved deeper in and out of her ass, but there was still the erotic
delight of the act. Feeling him inside of her.

“That’s
it, relax and open just like that,” he praised her. Removing his finger, he
started to push the plug against her.

She
almost tensed, preferring his touch to something foreign, but she held still
and breathed. As the first ball entered, there was a slight burning and
stretching sensation, but not enough discomfort to halt the heat that started
to frisson up her spine.

Masaun
twisted it slowly and slid it in and out until she easily accepted it. When it
moved deeper and she felt the push of the larger circle widen the tight rim of
her ass as the smaller ball manipulated the second ring further up her rear
wall, she tightened her hands around the bar feeling the slippery handle
beneath her hands. She was sweating, even as she’d been relaxing and enjoying
the nefarious fondling this was still something new and strange.

Startled
by Masaun’s touch on her shoulder, she jumped.

“Relax,
Song Sparrow. Just breathe.” He continued to stroke slowly along her spine.

She
began to concentrate on the hand touching her back instead of the object making
its way into her ass. Finally, everything stopped. Masaun’s hand rested still
on her back and the plug ceased its progression. She realized that it was all
the way in. The sensation was intense, the feeling of fullness overwhelming,
but erotically delightful just the same. Unable to resist, she flexed her
cheeks and tightened her ass around the item and moaned. Her mind recalled the
feeling of Masaun’s finger first and then the toy gliding in and out of her ass
and she wanted that compelling experience again.

She
squeezed again and felt it slip ever so slightly along her snug,
ultra-sensitive flesh. Her clit responded and throbbed, wanting to be stroked.

The
pleading words were almost out of her mouth when she felt the smack on her ass.

“Ah!”
The squeak of pleasure shot out of her mouth before she could restrain it.
However, the small spark on her cheek echoed in the channel of her ass and
ignited a blaze in her pussy.

“Don’t
you dare come, Song Sparrow.”

Shit,
what?
How did he
know she was already so close?

Sighing,
she dropped her head onto the bench between her outstretched arms. “Yes, Sir.

He
no longer touched her and she could hear his soft steps as he walked away.
There was no sound of the cabinet or drawers before she picked up on the subtle
movement of his return.

“Look
at me.” He was standing beside her now.

Raising
her head, she turned it to the left and glanced at the domineering man beside
her.

Lifting
something up, he held it before her gaze. “This is a paddle or sometimes
referred to as a slapper. It is thick, but made from leather, so it has more
give to it. Something I like.” He grabbed the end with his other hand and
flexed it. It didn’t bend much but enough for her to see it wasn’t completely
stiff like a board.

She
observed the object as he spoke. From where he held the handle to the tip
between his fingers the black rectangle was about eight inches in length and
three inches in width. The sight of it caused her heart to race and her ass to
recall the memory of the previous spanking he’d administered with his hand. The
flogger had been a different sensation all together.
How would this paddle
feel in comparison?

“Are
you ready to begin?”

As
I’ll ever be. “Yes, Sir.”

He
continued to assess her features for a few moments then turned and moved out of
her range of sight. She knew he had not gone far because she was acutely aware
of his imposing presence near her.

Then
she felt him. He started giving her light taps around her ass. Just pats with
the slapper in various places over her cheeks and the back of her thighs.

It
amazed her that even from the gentle taps, her bottom became warm.

When
the force of them increased slightly, bringing a little more sting with each
one, she focused in on her breathing. Filling her lungs with the cool air, she
relaxed and went through a process of emptying her mind of everything but
Masaun and what he was doing to her.

“Remember,
you do not have permission to come, Song Sparrow.”

His
deep timbre stroked her senses and stimulated her even more. However, she wondered
about his command. Yes the process of getting the plug in her ass had been
arousing, but unless he was going to begin moving it in and out of her ass she
couldn’t see how she would even be pushed to the point of climax. Even taking
into account how turned on the sessions with Masaun made her.

He
paused in the firm taps and she understood that the first real blow was coming.

Whack!

The
strike landed dead center on her left ass cheek and was quickly followed by a
mirrored blow to the other side and she instantly sucked in her breath then bit
down on her bottom lip to stifle the scream of pleasure.