Page 58 of Hard Lessons

She had no idea. But stopped worrying about it when the plug pressed forward. It was slick and lubed and entered her an inch, parting her hole.

“Oh!” She tensed and her butt cheeks squeezed together. It wasn’t that she hadn’t had fun with plugs in the past, but that this was different, this was him insisting she took it. She couldn’t decide if that was downright sexy or infuriating.

She tensed her ass further and clenched her jaw. A war going on with her mind and body.

“None of that clamping your ass cheeks.” He fondled her right buttock. “Relax. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”

Could it be any worse? He was planning on giving her a hundred hard spanks with a big fucking butt plug up her ass and she didn’t know why she felt so turned on by the whole thing. It was maddening.

“Relax and take it. It’s not as big as my cock and you’ve taken that here before, Serena.”

She pursed her lips and blew out a breath.

Luca eased the plug into her some more. It was dense and rubbed cool on her flesh.

“It’s been more than a year since your ass was breached,” he said, running his fingers up her spine and stroking her hair to the side of her neck. “So this is necessary to prepare you.” He kissed her shoulder.

“Prepare me... for what?”

“Oh, I think you know.” He paused and kissed her again. After straightening, he said, “Nearly there, you’re doing well.”

Her asshole was stretched and taut, heating too with a slight sting. The pressure was increasing, the plug heavy. “That’s it, no more,” she gasped.

“Just a little...”

And then the plug seemed to pop into her and her ass clamped around the base.

“There’s a purple gem on the end,” he said. “It’s the same color as the Scottish thistle. Very apt.”

Serena rocked her hips a little, testing the weight of the thing inside her. Her pussy quivered. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant and it did remind her of the times they’d had anal sex. Luca was the only man to have ever entered her there. A fact he was very proud of.

So should I be surprised he dreamed this up?

“You will remain still,” he said, standing at her side, one hand on her upper back, the other resting over her right buttock. “Though you may scream and wail and cry out all you like. No one will hear. No one will come and investigate or save you from me, your master, the man youwilllearn to obey.”

A sense of defeat came over her. Yes. She was his. And yes, this was going to happen. But with that came a feeling of relief. There was no point battling, with him or with herself. Acceptance of everything was the best thing. His command. Her arousal. The plug. The spanking.

He stepped away again. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. It seemed she had a reprieve for a moment as she settled into her new state of mind.

Then he was back. This time in front of her. “Open your eyes, Serena.”

She did as instructed. Before her was the wooden spatula. The one he’d used to stir the eggs. It was clean, the flat end wide. It had four holes punched into it.

“This will feel different from my hand. You should prepare yourself for that.”

“Luca. No... I...” Just when she’d accepted what was going to happen he’d changed it.

“You what?” He raised his eyebrows. “You’re sorry?”

She was silent. The apology stuck in her throat.

“It would be good to hear that word right now. It might even be beneficial for you.”

Damn it. He was like a dog with a bone. He wasn’t going to give up. And she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of her apology. Not when running had felt like the right thing to do at the time.

At the time.

Now she really wasn’t so sure.

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