Page 19 of Under His Command
“Yes,” I say with a hushed sound, trying to find my breathing pattern. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as you need if you promise to do that again.”
A smile. “Not so fast,” he says, taking what looks like a butt plug out of an elegant cloth satchel. He prowls toward me, and I feel the need to clamp my legs together.
Not there.
He’s played with my ass a little bit and it felt good, but only with his finger. That thing looks massive and there’s no way it will fit inside me.
“What did I tell you? Open for me.”
I don’t do it immediately, and his hand reaches in between my legs, teasing my puckered hole. My pussy delights in it, but I’m still afraid.
“No need to fight it, angel. I’m going to own this too.”
He pushes the plug inside my pussy first, coating it in his cum and my wetness, swirling it around until it’s fully soaked. Then he takes it out and presses it to the entrance of my ass.
“It’s getting in either way—if you don’t want it to hurt, lie back and relax for me.”
Fuck.
Carefully, I lean back on my hands and prop one knee to the side, feeling my ass and my pussy open before him.
“Very good girl,” he praises, pushing the plug slowly inside. I tense up a bit but make an effort to relax through it as he watches the object enter me. “Almost there. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.” I rub my lips together.
I can feel it all right.
My hole burns and stretches around the object, and my pussy betrays me by pulsing in response.
“Your ass is so tight, angel. I can’t wait to feel it around my cock.”
The thought of that happening sends shivers down my spine. He’s huge, and I don’t see how it would ever happen without splitting me in half.
“Now,” he says, and I realize the whole thing went in without much pain. There’s a white diamond at the end of the plug, and it makes my hole look like a treasure of sorts.
“Breakfast is on the table. I want you to go and eat everything on your plate. Then I’ll take us back to my house, where I have a very special task for you to complete.”
“What is it?” I ask, while part of my brain remains focused on the plug inside me. I can’t not think about it the entire time. It’s such a strange but pleasant sensation. I wish I didn’t feel so embarrassed about it, but I think… I think I might like this more than I thought.
“I’ll be gone for a few hours after we land. And every half hour, I want you to lie down in our bed and stick two fingers in that sweet pussy, fucking it slowly until you come on your hand. Will you do that for me?”
I nod, but I don’t understand.
“Why are you asking me to do this when you’ll be gone anyway?” I ask timidly.
“Because I can. And because I’ll know you’ll be doing it in my sheets this time. No longer just a distant memory I’m not allowed to touch or even think about.”
He plants a kiss at the top of my head and tells me to get dressed so we can fly back.
I find myself letting him take control of everything, again and again. Bewildered by the object claiming me in my most private part, I watch him exit the room, thinking about how little I actually know about this incredible man. Other than what he’s told me and what I found out from the press, I don’t really know anything at all.
All I know is that there’s a plug in my ass.
That his cum is leaking out on my thighs.
And that I’m supposed to watch the clock while I tease my pussy and think of him.
It’s a few hours later, and I’m scrolling my phone on Rowan’s veranda, back in Washington. Since it’s still the weekend and my court case got ridiculously delayed, it’s not like I had to be anywhere but here, at his house. Still, I tried telling him that maybe I should wait for him at my apartment, just because I didn’t want to be excessively needy when we’ve just started… whatever this is between us.
