Miss Taken
Part 3 of 6 | The Plug
Despite the unexpected start to the party, the house itself, the party, was warm and inviting, filled with guests just going about their business. Some eating, some drinking. Normal couples chatting, a few people sitting by the fire in quiet contemplation with a glass of what looked like whiskey.
Everywhere we went, Michael greeted old friends, new friends. Genuine smiles and warm handshakes. Eyes on me like I was a curiosity, but always welcoming and kind. Perhaps his friends considered him a confirmed bachelor, and one even remarked to that effect, but at no time did I feel uncomfortable. At no time did Michael’s hand leave mine, and I felt warm and safe as we wound our way through the sprawling mansion, every turn revealing some unfathomable level of opulence and debauchery.
I grunted when he pressed his fingers into my ass, squirming as I tried to accept the invasion. Pain in my eyes, but mixed with something else when his other hand found my clit again. Kneeling, mesmerized, watching him take me, his voice in my ear praising me. I knelt there, transfixed by my own image, bound by the magic of sensation and what I was seeing. “Keep your tongue out. All the way,” he’d said, leaving me naked on my knees, my breasts heaving as he fingered my ass and stroked my swollen, needy clit. A line of drool hung on the end of my tongue, and I whimpered when it fell, spilling over my breasts.
“Very good, my darling. Such a good girl.” I shuddered as the words filled me, his fingers driving into me, opening and stretching me, driving my body toward its peak. “That’s it. Open and waiting is what he wants. Mouth open, tongue out, always ready for him. Do you understand?”
No words. I couldn’t form them to respond. The moan that poured out of my open mouth was all I could muster. I watched the smile crawl across his face, and I felt a warm glow of satisfaction filling me, so eager to please. So eager, so overcome with need then that it barely registered when his fingers slipped out of my ass and were replaced with cold metal.
I grunted as he pushed it through the tight ring of my asshole. “Exhale and open, darling. Breathe out and let me in.” I stared at the apparition in the mirror, watched her obey, the acceptance in her eyes, how her shoulders relaxed as he pushed the hard steel deep inside her, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before. Who was she to kneel so obediently, to accept this stranger’s desires, to suffer and submit? Everything she felt, I felt. Everything she was, I was. Everything she wanted…how I wanted it.
“This is your new plug, my darling,” he said, his fingers sliding between my swollen lips, teasing my clit. He pulled on the plug, stretching me again, and the sounds that came out of the open mouth of the woman in the mirror were indescribable. She trembled, her eyes suddenly out of focus, everything shutting down as he fucked her ass with the plug. “That’s it, darling.” Such a calm, quiet voice in her ear while she moaned and panted, her body responding to his touch, his warmth, the way he fucked and teased and touched her. “Enjoy this moment, my darling. This is just the beginning. We’ve so much left to do before you’re ready.”