Chapter 20

"When was the last time you took something in your ass?" Landon slid his slick fingers slowly up and down the crevasse of her ass, feeing the puckered flesh of her anus clench with each pass.

Colette exhaled—a needy little sound that made him want to tie her to the bed, paddle her ass, fuck her, and then kiss her.

Scratch that, because one of those wish-list actions was dangerous.

No more kissing Colette.

It felt like an asinine rule, an almost juvenile response to the feelings elicited by their previous kiss. He wouldn't kiss her, because kissing was too intimate.

And finger fucking her ass wasn't?

He was an idiot.

"I asked you a question." He swatted her upturned butt cheek with his free hand. Under the tip of his index finger he felt her anus clench in response. Good.

"I'm not sure, Master Landon. There was no anal the last time I scened, so it was before that."

"Do you ever play with your own ass? Plug yourself while you masturbate?"

He saw the muscles in her shoulders and upper back tense, so he spanked her again. She relaxed with a sigh.

"Yes, Master Landon."

"Tell me about it. I want to know how you do it when you plug yourself." He pressed the tip of his index finger more firmly against her anus. Just a hint of penetration. She relaxed, feeling heavier over his thighs.

"If I'm at the point I need to play with my ass it means things are hard. Tense. Usually I'm away from home."

Things are hard? Fuck, she meant that sometimes when she was doing some high-risk thievery. Landon closed his eyes, trying not to picture Colette in cat-burglar black sneaking across a roof. He spanked her, because the little crook deserved it, the angle awkward since he was using his left hand.

"Where do you get the plug?"

"I buy it. Cash, at whatever sex shop I can find."

"What size do you buy?"

"Smaller than I'd like. A woman alone buying a large plug is memorable."

Landon pressed the tip of his finger into her anus. The muscles tightened, trying to keep him out. That was okay, for now.

"Then what?"

"I take the plug, and whatever else I bought, to the hotel. I take off my clothes as soon as I'm in the room."

"Are you imagining it's because your Dom ordered you to?"

"Not my Dom, my Master."

"Ah, the fictional master."

Landon started stroking her back with his other hand, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back.

"I start by playing with my nipples."

He hadn't handled her breasts much, and it was an oversight he regretted. As stunning as her tits had been the moment her finally saw her naked chest, catching sight of the massive knife wound on her side had shifted his priorities.

Thinking about the injury was reminder that she was keeping secrets.

And maybe it was time to push her to tell the truth.

"Then I put in the plug," she breathed, voice soft and confessional.

Then again, maybe the truth could wait until after he was done with her ass.

Landon tsked. "You think you can just say you put it in? I want details."

He could hear the smile in her words as she began speaking. "I take the plug and the lube into the bathroom. If the counter is stone I leaned over so that my nipples touch the cold surface. I spread my legs, and stay bent over as a lube up the plug."

Landon was sorely tempted to lift her off his lap and carry her to the bathroom in the hallway, then use her recounting as an action plan.

But doing so would put her in charge, and that wasn't what either of them needed right now.

"Then I reach back with one hand and slide it in."

"No finger fuck prep?"

"No. But I go slow."

"Slow like this?" The tip of his index finger was now embedded within the ring of muscle, but he hadn't fully breached. Landon pressed hard, feeling her body clench around him.

This time he didn't stop.

She gasped when his middle knuckle penetrated, the tip of his finger now deep inside her.

Fuck it felt good.

"Do you fuck yourself with the plug, or do you put it in and leave it there?"

"If I really need it, or if it's small enough, sometimes I pull in and out and pretend it's anal beads."

"You like that popping sensation."

"Yes, Master Landon."

He pressed his finger all the way in, his knuckles digging against her ass cheek. Colette moaned, shoving her hip hard against his chest as if needing that contact.

"How big are the plugs?" he demanded, voice gravelly with arousal. "You said if it's small enough you use it to fuck yourself, but what do you think is small? What can this pretty little ass handle?"

"Sometimes all I have is two or three centimeter wide ones, because it's all I can buy without being remembered."

He wanted to tell her that it wasn't the size of the plug that was the problem. Sure buying a massive butt plug might make the cashier or other customers curious, but Colette was memorable, notmatter what she purchased.

Even when she'd been playing the part of the hesitant, clumsy intern, she'd been memorable. At least it to him.

And maybe that was the issue.

"And what if you're not as worried about being remembered? What do you buy then?"

She was breathing hard, her words breathy. She was almost upside down, so his mental inversion timer was running. He needed to hurry the fuck up or he was going to have to slide her off his lap before he finished playing.

"Six centimeters wide," she whispered, "with a three centimeter neck. So I feel it. And glass or metal. I want it heavy."

Landon's cock twitched. That was a thick fucking plug. A few minutes wearing that in her ass and she'd be ready for his cock.

Pulling his finger all the way out, he waited a beat, then thrust it back in. She jerked and moaned against him, her anus fluttering around his finger as the muscle clenched and released.

In his pants, his dick was rock hard, and had been for hours. He was fairly sure there was an impression of his zipper stamped into the flesh that literally ached with the need to be inside her.

"How do you prepare yourself before you use that big plug?" He started to thrust, using a small in and out movement combined with a twist as he fucked her ass with one finger.

"I don't. Just go slow."

"Bad girl. You know you should finger your ass first."

"Yes Master," she whispered.

Everything in him clenched.

It didn't mean anything. She was just distracted by the ass fucking. He needed to say something, to stop this moment from growing heavy with silence, but his tongue was thick, his body and soul both hot with pleasure at how right it had felt to have her call him master.

The moment stretched, lasting too long.

"Landon," she corrected, now stiff against him. "Master Landon."

Landon withdrew his index finger from her ass, but immediately thrust the tip of his middle finger in. Using his other hand to spread her cheeks apart, he watched his middle finger slide in and out. He fucked her hard and fast with that slightly-longer finger, her body not rocking—the position didn't allow her to move that much—but tilting in time with the thrusts.

Time for more. Time to stretch her open and make her feel it.

Withdrawing his finger from her ass, he and lay his middle finger atop the index finger, forming a taper. He positioned the tips of both against her anus and applied pressure.

Colette cried out softly, but he was merciless.

"Push out with your ass," he commanded. "That will make it easier. It's your choice if you'd rather fight it, but I will be fucking you with two fingers."

The ring of muscle flexed and the tips of both fingers slid in. She was deliciously tight around him.

Landon watched greedily as he fucked her ass with his fingers, working them in a little deeper each time, until his second knuckles were held in the vice of muscle. Her anus was a shiny ring around his fingers, and Colette was making a soft, needy noise. He was a big guy, with big hands, and right now his two fingers were stretching her more than three centimeters, opening her wider than the small plug she'd mentioned.

His cock was so hard it hurt, and Landon had to clench his teeth and take a moment to bring himself under control.

His needs were inconsequential right now.

Colette was naked in a physical stress position while her ass was violated.

She was extremely vulnerable, both physically and emotionally, so it didn't fucking matter what he might want or need. All that mattered was Colette.

Landon withdrew his fingers, and Colette pushed up, following his hand as if not wanting to lose the penetration. He slapped her spank-reddened ass, then stripped off the glove.

Luckily, he'd stuck a couple different plugs into the little bag hooked on the chair, so he had options. The smaller plug was metal, with a silvery gem in the base. He rarely used it, though he did like princess subs, who often appreciated a sparkle moment. If he had to guess, he'd say this plug, or one very similar to it, was probably what she bought on those trips into sex shops where she thought she'd be overlooked as long as the plug was small.

He pulled a second, larger plug out. The clear plug was short and fat, meaning that there was no long, gradual taper. The widest part was nearly five centimeters, the neck half as wide as that. A swirl of glittering black spiraled through the toy, which was actually a dense acrylic rather than glass. Not quite as heavy, or as cold, as glass, but more than enough to ensure she'd feel it.

He grabbed out another foil packet of lube. Rolf bought them from a medical supply store and kept a massive case in the storage room. Single use packets were much less messy that bottles.

He used his teeth to rip it open, then squeeze out the thin lubricant onto the plug.

The moment felt heavy, because once this plug was in things would shift. The scene intensity would ramp up, because she'd need more. And fuck knew he was ready to do more. Give more.

Taste and touch and fuck more.

Landon switched the lubed-up plug to his other hand, then spanked her, hard and fast. It only took a few swats before she was crying out, her feet occasionally kicking up. His palm stung and tingled, and her pink bottom flushed a deeper rose.

"Master Landon," she sobbed. "It hurts."

He spanked her hard, right on her sit spot on the left side. "And?"

She mewled in pain, then slumped over his lap. "Thank you, Master Landon."

"Good girl."

Landon shook out his spanking hand, then spread her ass with his thumb and forefinger, her tightly puckered anus clenching as he examined her intimately.

It was time to plug this pretty ass, and then he was going to get some fucking answers.