Page 25 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
He lets go of my hair and I lower my head back onto the bed and sigh into the mattress. James gently pulls himself out, moving quickly off the bed and is back pushing a plug into my soppy back hole. True to his word, he is filling me up with a plug to hold his come in; it wasn’t just dirty talk, he meant it.
“Perfect,” he mutters. “Stay there, let me clean you up before you get dressed and have to go collect the kids from school. Realisation hits me then, he wants me to leave the house not only with a butt plug in for the first time ever, but also filled with his come.
“James,” I start but he’s quick to rebuff me.
“When you wear my collar, you do as I say.”
“But I thought playtime was over?”
“You thought wrong. Wear a roll neck jumper to cover your collar, I want to go back to work and think about the come and my brand deep inside you.” Climbing back on the bed, James begins to wipe me down with baby wipes, removing the slickness of the oil coating my body. He then towels me dry and helps pull me up.
“I’ve never worn a plug in my day-to-day life, you know that.”
“Today you start,” commands James, the heat behind his eyes tells me he’s locked in on the decision. Deep down I like that he can’t be talked out or be persuaded, that nothing short of my safeword would get me out of this. It turns me on and for the first time in my life I leave the plug in as I begin to get dressed in casual trousers and a high neck sweater to avoid any looks or questions about my unusual accessory. No one would ever know what it’s for, but I’d prefer no questions or looks nevertheless. This is the school gate after all.
Hours later, after school pick up, after school soccer training and guitar lessons. After dinner, clean up and bedtime, I ask James timidly, “Please Sir, may I take the plug out now.”
It’s been a uniquely comforting and uncomfortable afternoon and evening. I enjoyed the thought of having James’ come plugged up inside me, of my naughty secret wearing the plug outside of the bedroom. I even liked the fullness of it being in there. It was the discomfort of walking and sitting, getting used to the feeling of it in my day-to-day life.
“I will take it out.” He points to the bed, and I bend over it. James pulls down my panties and wiggles the plug teasingly.
“James!” I wail. I am so ready for him to take it out now.
Chuckling he says, “Ok here we go nice and slow, just relax now.” I do as he asks and feel the width of the bulge stretch me wide as it finally slips from the grips of my back hole. Relief washes over me along with the sensation I need to run to the toilet for the come to finally leak out of me.
“Please may I use the toilet.”
“Go for it.” And with that I race to the toilet.
When we have washed up ready for bed, we both climb in. James unbuckles my collar from my neck. “Rosie, was today, ok? Did I push you too far?”
I look up from my book in surprise. “No, it was a surprise, but I like seeing this side of you, like I really like it. Yes, a few things were different but I enjoyed them, I enjoyed you doing them to me… Us having this time together.”
I can see the tension ebb across his face, dispelling the worry that was previously etched across his handsome face. I lean into him and tenderly run my palm down the side of his face. Our faces are close, our gaze locked. “I will tell you; I will use my safe word if I need to, I promise. Whatever you do it turns me on. I want you to do it, I don’t want us to go back. Will you promise that you won’t think twice about the things you’d like to do in the bedroom with me?”
I see one corner of his mouth twitch up and then morph into a wide smile. “I promise I won’t stop if I have your permission to continue our games.”
“You unequivocally have my permission.” I crinkle my eyes and smile warmly back, pulling our faces close to kiss him gently on the lips.
Pulling away and about to go back to my book James begins to start speaking again, looking slightly nervous again. “How do you feel about next Friday night getting the kids a sleepover at your parents’ and Matty joining us for the evening?”
“Oh, sure,” I reply, caught off guard at the question, “That’ll be fun,” I add in quickly before James worries that I don’t want to see his best friend. Delight bubbles up through my body and I know I shouldn’t feel this way. “What do you have planned?” I ask.
“I was thinking of keeping it lowkey and playing together in a similar way to how we did in Daylesford. I hope you don’t mind, I did ask Matty if he was free and keen.”
“What did he say?”
“I think he was trying to keep it on the downlow over the phone, but I heard the excitement in his voice, he couldn’t say yes quick enough.”
I glow at the news. I want Matty to approve and want me. If he hadn’t been interested, I don’t know how I’d be able to look him in the eye ever again. But how much is being too interested? Where is the line because I feel like I’m dancing precariously close to the edge right now.
“Are you sure you’re ok with seeing and playing with Matty again? I know I originally said it was a one-time thing,” James asks hesitantly, trying to read my feelings towards Matty and the situation.
“I wouldn’t say I was ok with this if I wanted it to be a one-time thing. I enjoyed our time together, I want to do it againand next Friday is perfect, I’ll keep it free from any playmate jobs. I’ll look forward to it.”
“Excellent, it’s a date then.”
I see the relief wash over his face and a glow sparkle behind his eyes as I reply, “Indeed, it’s a date,” and I give him my best seductive smile fluttering my eyelashes.
