To Command And Collar

His evil grin wasn’t reassuring in the least. “Ass in the air, please.”

A spanking? She positioned herself, careful of her breasts, which still burned and ached every time she jostled his strange nipple clamps. After putting her head on her forearms, she arched her bottom up.

He picked up the sack and removed… Oh, holy hell, the anal plug she’d chosen from the ones she’d hidden. She’d really hoped he’d forgotten. She closed her eyes, wanting to whine. The plug was shaped like a plump, round goldfish…on steroids. Too big. He’d used his fingers in her a time or two and once put in a smaller plug during a shower, but this…

He trickled lube over it and between her cheeks. The muscles of her vulnerable hole puckered more tightly, and she tried to twist her bottom away.

A stinging slap made her jump. “You do not move.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Gatita.” His voice was so soothing she wanted to crawl into his lap. “I think you will like this once it’s in. Until then, you will take the discomfort for me, will you not?” His hand stroked the place he’d slapped, turning the sting into pleasure.

Her arousal dampened the insides of her thighs, and she wanted to beg him to just fuck her instead. But his calloused hand on her bottom-so determined, so careful-made her tongue tangle.

“Now push back against my finger.” He circled the rim with a slick finger, then firmly penetrated her.

She whined at the stretching feeling. Not painful. Uncomfortable.

He added another finger, slowly thrusting in and out. “Such a pretty asshole. Maybe we’ll go to bed early tonight, no? I would enjoy being there.”

A shudder of nerves and arousal ran through her. He pulled out and pressed the slick anal plug against her. He pushed the tip in and out, farther each time. It was bigger-more than the size of his fingers, stretching and burning. His grip on her hip kept her from moving away again as he eased it slowly inside. Wider and wider.

She groaned and pushed her forehead against her arms, trying not to remember…them. The pain. She tensed.

“Ssssh. Almost there, chiquita.” And then with a soundless pop, it was in, and her muscles settled into the tail part that was smaller than the rest.

She stayed in position, panting, feeling his strong hand rubbing her bottom reassuringly. Her memories faded under his touch. Never before had anything back there also aroused her. How could something so uncomfortable make her clit throb demandingly?

“You were very good. I’m proud of you,” he murmured, rubbing her back and her bottom, and she realized she’d endure much more to win that note of approval in his voice.

“You won’t hide toys anymore, will you, chiquita?”

“Next time, I’ll hide only the small ones.”

A second, and then he laughed, the sexy, delighted sound that always made her grin. He said sternly, “Bad gatita. No hiding toys.” The light smack on her ass shoved the plug in farther, zinging against unfamiliar nerves.

“No, Master. Never.” She turned her head, eyeing the sack lying on its side. It wasn’t empty. What else had he brought?

He helped her to her feet, and the nasty thing he’d stuck up her backside felt huge as her cheeks closed around it. She shifted her weight, trying to find a comfortable position.

Master R grinned. “Don’t worry; you won’t be thinking about it in a bit.” He pointed to a corner of the trampoline. “Lie down there, on your back.”

Each step moved the thing inside her, and the discomfort made her aware of how wet she was and how swollen her pussy had gotten. Her clit begged in heavy throbs to be touched. But touching herself was a spanking offense. Being spanked with an anal plug in? So not my choice of fun ways to spend the afternoon. She carefully lay down where he’d directed.

He picked up some rope from the pile and tied her wrists together, then over her head to an upright on the railing. A cushion went under her hips so her pelvis arched up in the air. After restraining her legs widely apart, he sat back on his heels, his gaze running over her, head to toes, lingering on her breasts and then her pussy.

She’d never felt so exposed. So available.

“You’re beautiful, Kimberly.”

Uh-huh. She knew full well, she was only passably pretty, but when he said that, looked at her like that, she felt absolutely hot. And totally ready for him to pull his cock out and have at it. Now now now. She squirmed.

“No, you will not entice me to move faster.” His eyes were heavy lidded as he trickled his fingers over her mound, then traced her labia down. He gave the anal plug a wiggle that sparked shots of electricity straight to her clit. Her hips pushed up uncontrollably, and a crease appeared in his cheek. “I thought you might like the plug.”

His smile grew. “Now you get a new toy as well.” He pulled the hidden thing out of the bag. Soft-looking and the size of a couple of fingers and thumb forming a C curve. “I don’t think you need lube for this.” He pushed one end of the C into her slick pussy and angled the other part over her clit, letting it rest there. Not doing anything, dammit, but with that monster anal plug, even the small part inside her seemed excessively tight. Too much.

Her heart rate increased as her body shivered with the sensation of being tied down. Penetrated. With a whimper she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Waves splashed on the boat, the sound of a distant motor mingled with the pants of one of the other women and the low growl of a man’s voice. The sun shone down on her, heating her skin to almost the temperature she was inside.

Pulling on the restraints, she found no give and could feel the last remnants of control slipping away. Helpless. Vulnerable. She opened her eyes and looked up.

He stood beside her, watching her squirm and fight, his silent regard reinforcing his obvious determination that she be open to him emotionally as well as physically. That she surrender.

Under the power of his gaze, his authority, she felt her muscles go limp. And she gave up.

His eyes warmed with approval. “Sumisita mia,” he said softly. Down on one knee, he ran his knuckles tenderly over her cheek.

She turned her head and kissed his fingers, the action just so…right.

So was his kiss that followed.

After a minute, he sat back, and his expression changed. Heat. Anticipation. “I like that position. You look like a pagan sacrifice, all stretched out, just waiting to be served up to a god.”

Sacrifice didn’t sound good. “Master R.” She’d attempted a teacher’s stern tone, but her voice sounded more like a nervous first-grader who’d wet her pants. What could he be planning? He didn’t have any whips or floggers aboard, and no toys were left in the sack.

His expression had a little of the sternness she’d seen when she messed up. He was definitely aroused-his erection still tented the front of his shorts. And his eyes held amusement. That worried her the most.

She licked her lips, tasting him.

He straddled her hips, keeping all his weight on his knees. Softly, he ran his fingers down the insides of her arms, over her armpits, which made her jump, and down her ribs. His touch was light, almost too light. Back up.

Her skin grew more sensitive. He stopped below her armpits, stroking higher, and…it tickled. She tried to shift away, but he had her strung to immobility. He teased his fingers under her arms.

Giggles broke from her, and she squirmed. “Stop it. That tickles!”

His smile was white against his tanned skin. “Carino, I know.” He did it again, making her laugh uncontrollably, not stopping even when she started to curse.

“Damn you,” she gasped when he sat back. “Stop it. I don’t like that.”

“I said you’d be punished, mi pequena sumisa. Did you think I was joking?”

“But not this way.” Good God. “I’d rather be spanked.”

He grinned and said softly, “I know.”

She glared at him. “Are you done?”

“Oh no. I’m still exploring.”

She moaned.