Page 39 of Stripping the Sub
He’d even bought a special plug for her, with a red jewel in the base… Patrick had recommended the website.
Keeping his hold on Ellie’s hand, Michael leaned down with his right hand to unzip his toy bag and pull out the plug, still in its packaging. As he straightened up with it in hand, Ellie’s eyes widened and Patrick’s lips twitched. The sound of the copier started up as Michael placed the package on the desk.
“While we’re waiting,” he said, giving Ellie a wicked grin, tugging gently on her hand. Not enough to actually pull her out of her seat, but enough to indicate what he wanted. “Over my lap, Ellie.”
She gave the plug a wary glance even as she moved. “But… anal play is on my soft limits.”
“And I told you from the beginning, I plan to push some of your limits,” he reminded her as she bent over his lap. He tugged her skirt up to her hips, his cock jerking at the softness of her body against him and the sight of her completely bare ass now propped up on his leg. Across from him, Patrick leaned back in his chair, his head cocked and watching without comment. “This is one of them. While we’re in the club, you’ll be plugged.”
He ran his hand over her ass, making her squeak and quiver as his fingers brushed over the crinkled hole of her anus.
“You can always use your safe word,” he said, but he already knew she wouldn’t. She was soft and submissive over his lap, and her protest hadn’t been very strong anyway.
Michael sometimes felt like Ellie had been waiting a very long time for someone who was willing to push some of her limits.
Giving him an approving nod, Patrick tossed a small packet of lube across the desk as the copier went silent. Michael tore open the packet, giving Lexie a quick grin as she returned to her place beside Patrick, handing him the copies, her eyes wide with excitement from watching Michael and Ellie.
In her precarious position, Michael could see Ellie was already wet. She might have made a token protest, but she was definitely turned on.
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Ellie’s breath was coming in little pants of excitement that made her want to moan with embarrassment. She didn’t even know why she was so aroused right now, she only knew she was.
Because Patrick and Lexie were there? Normally she didn’t really get off on people watching her, although she didn’t mind it, but this was a much more intimate kind of exhibitionism than she was used to. Or was it because Michael wanted to play with her ass again, a part of her that, because of her soft limits, other Doms had avoided?
Or maybe it was just Michael himself and his confidence, his excitement at signing a club contract with her. The moment she’d put her signature on the page, it had felt like an invisible band tightening around her, but in a good way. She felt secure. Safe.
While she still didn’t know what she would tell him about her past, even though she knew she’d have to tell him something eventually, she also knew the contract would keep him from walking away immediately. There were now protocols of behavior in place, at least at the club, and he was honor-bound to follow them - and for someone as honorable as Michael, the protocols might as well be law.
Wearing a plug all the time would be a new experience. She’d already known Michael planned to push her soft limits, but she hadn’t realized he’d want her plugged all the time. Just the thought made every submissive bone in her body feel melty. She was going to feel owned, reminded of the contract, for every second they were together in the club with a plug filling her ass. Something which would have scared her off with any other Dom, but with Michael…
He’d bought her a new plug. Not a regular plug either; the silicon plug with its bejeweled base was a special plug. Herspecial plug. No one had ever bought a toy just for her before. Not even Doms she’d played with on a more regular basis or who had wanted more from her than just occasional scenes.
Who knew a man buying her a butt plug could give her such warm fuzzies?
Definitely something to bring up at her next therapy session. Dr. Amy would get a kick out of it. And it would be nice to talk about somethingnice.
Cool, slick fingers probed her anus and Ellie automatically tensed. Michael’s warm hand rubbed over her ass as his fingers continued to push at her little star. He kneaded her flesh with one hand while the fingers of his other circled her opening.
“Relax, Ellie, I promise it’ll feel good.”
She knew it would… it was alsojustso intimate. Plus, the coolness of the lube didn’t help, even if the masochist part of her enjoyed the slight discomfort.
“Oh!” She couldn’t help the little gasp as his fingers pressed in, stretching her tight ring of muscle. It burned slightly, contrasting to the coolness of the lube, and sending a shiver down her spine.
Michael’s fingers pumped gently, working deeper, while Ellie’s pussy contracted emptily at the sensation. She moaned, going practically limp over his lap as he twisted his fingers back and forth, stretching and readying her for the plug while her arousal swirled.
“So, you didn’t sign up for a private room tonight,” Patrick said, his voice conversational, and Ellie nearly moaned just because a normal conversation while Michael played with her ass was just… hot. “Will called in though, Gina’s sick, so they’re staying home if you’d like the Jail in an hour. I thought I’d give you first refusal.”
“I was planning on scening in the Dungeon,” Michael started to say, and Ellie spoke up.
“The Jail, please!”
The fingers moving inside of her paused, Michael’s body going tense. Not a bad tension, but like a predator, about to pounce. He leaned towards her, and she pressed her palms against the floor, allowing her to turn her head to look back up at him.
“You’d like the private room?” he asked, his voice and expression carefully neutral. He was good at staying neutral whenever he didn’t want to push her one way or another.
Warmth filled her as she realized that he might be pushing her soft limits, but he’d planned on scening in the Dungeon because he thought she’d be more comfortable there. Because, other than with him, that’s where she’d always scened; he’d planned on pushing a soft limit, but also on stepping back once he had.
