Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
What the hell? There was nothing sexy about butt plugs. She wrinkled her nose with distaste, taking an involuntary step back. She very nearly blurted out her reservations, but recalled herself in time. A trainee did not blurt things out.
“Permission to speak, Sir?” she asked instead.
“Yes. What is it?”
“Um. You know I don’t like butt plugs. Could—”
“That’s why it’s called a punishment,” Master Caelan interrupted. “You will insert it yourself and wear it until it pleases me to remove it.” He fixed her with a stern expression, dominant power radiating around him like an aura.
A lump of anxiety formed in her throat. While she could handle anal sex in the right atmosphere with plenty of sexy buildup, she hadn’t been kidding. She hated anal plugs. But she didn’t want to fuck up any more than she already had by coming without permission. Biting back a sigh, she took the offending object, along with the tube of lubricant he offered.
“I think your best bet is to remain standing while you insert it,” Master Caelan instructed. His eyes were twinkling and it looked like he was biting back a smile. The bastard was enjoying this! “You might want to use a finger or two to loosen yourself up first. And I recommend plenty of lube.”
Biting her lower lip and steeling herself, Skylar flicked open the top of the tube and squirted a healthy dollop over the tip of the offending object. She handed the tube back to Master Caelan and positioned herself between the two mirrors to see what she was doing.
Bending forward slightly, she slipped her still-gooey right index finger into her bottom, avoiding eye contact with the man towering over her. So far, so good. Blowing out a breath, she pressed the tip between her ass cheeks. She pushed slowly, making a conscious effort to relax.
It went okay until the widest part of the plug. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath and pushed. “Ouch,” she cried as a sharp pain shot through her anus. Her muscles clamped down, forcing the object out. She very nearly dropped the gooey thing.
She glanced beseechingly up at Master Caelan, who stood implacably nearby watching her. “Yellow light,” she blurted, not quite daring to go straight to the scene-stopping red light.
Master Caelan gazed calmly at her. “I understand you’re feeling stressed right now. But you’re in no immediate danger. Take in a deep breath and let the tension go when you release it. Instead of giving in to your fear, show me your submissive courage. I know you can do this.”
Skylar bit her lip. The six-year-old inside her wanted to hurl the stupid plug across the room. But at the same time, she wanted to please her trainer. She wanted to live up to his high expectations of her.
She closed her eyes. Recalling his instruction, she drew in a deep breath and let it slowly out. Feeling a little calmer, she pushed tentatively on the plug, trying to coax her unwilling body to accept it. But again, when she got to the flared bulb of the plug and pushed, another sharp pain hurtled through her. Tears of frustration and pain filled her eyes. Before she could stop herself, she cried, “Red light!” as the gooey plug fell from her fingers and bounced on the dungeon floor.
The room was silent as a tomb as Master Caelan regarded her. The disappointment in his gaze was worse than any kind of angry response she might have expected. She’d let him down and she hated that.
It was easier to feel anger than remorse, and she clung to that childish feeling. This wouldn’t have happened if he’d paid better attention to her cues. He’d pushed her too far, too fast. Hadn’t he seen and understood her distress? It was his fault she’d been forced to use the island safeword.
What would happen now?
Master Caelan bent down and retrieved the plug without a word. He vanished into the bathroom and she could hear the sound of running water. He returned a moment later. “Safewords are a last resort, Skylar. They are only to be used when you feel you are in danger, and you’re not being heard. I’m surprised and disappointed you felt you needed to use it just now. You had full control of what you were doing, and your ass is perfectly capable of accepting that small plug.”
Small plug? There were bigger ones?
“That said, what’s done is done. You used the safeword, and all action ceases. You’ll receive your punishment in a different way.” He reached for the O-ring on her collar and hooked his finger around it, jerking her forward. Turning, his finger still in the ring, he dragged her from the room. He marched down the hall, yanking her along in his wake. He stopped in front of the first door on the right and pushed it open.