Page 77 of A Deal in Darkness
I giggle and he kneads my butt cheeks, groping me without shame or hesitation.
“Bend over that stool, baby.”
Enzo watches as I saunter to the ottoman, lose my confidence, and struggle to do as I'm told. He's there before I compose myself, pushing my back down and forcing my knees to bend. My heart races as he moves me into position, moving my knees apart with his foot. It almost explodes when he kneels behind me and carefully rubs my back.
“Relax, baby.”
I tense, doing the opposite of what he's asked.
“This is happening. Like it or not. It'll be more enjoyable if you relax, sweet girl.”
His fingers move down the crack between my ass and I startle, shocked as he moves the string of my underwear out of the way. Enzo doesn't slow down, leaving me struggling to keep up with him as his thumb presses on my asshole.
It's the same as before. Not unpleasant and laced with danger, more so, and that’s arousing.
I turn my head to one side and he runs the knuckles of his other hand down my face. It's comforting and I'm in desperate need of the reassurance.
Especially as his thumb presses harder and it pushes into me.
It's fucking weird.
It's far from unpleasant and my head's trying to figure out what the sensation is. It's pressure and a fullness. A slight stretch that makes my pussy clench and sends a pulse of excitement to my clit.
It's strangely nice. Completely new and my excitement only increases as his thumb moves deeper inside me. It keeps going until I feel its base resting against me and he stills as my nervousness fades.
“Good girl,” Enzo praises. “Nothing to fear.”
His thumb moves and I wait, adjusting to the new sensations as it slides in and out of my ass. Enzo picks the pace up and soon I'm comfortable with him moving freely.
He pulls his thumb out and something cold touches my ass.
“Stay still, baby.”
Whatever it is feels hard and unforgiving, and there's no elasticity as it pushes into me. My ass stretches and Enzo grabs me when I buck, immobilizing me. I whimper and Enzo forces the hard, smooth object into me until there’s a release and my ass holds it in place.
“So fucking pretty with a plug in your ass.” His hands rub my back before pulling me upright, leaving it in my ass. “Time for dinner, Adi.”
Enzo walks to the kitchen and opens a bottle of wine, leaving me in the middle of the sitting area. I’m standing upright, entirely alone, and conscious of every part of my body as the weight in my ass heightens my awareness.
“I don’t like waiting, baby.”
I step, and it moves with me. Against me too. It’s strange. It’s pressure and weight that shouldn’t be there. There’s an overwhelming sense of fullness and when I take another step, there’s a slight jolt of pleasure.
“I…”
Enzo grins wickedly and it widens with every step I take.
I’m tentative and slow, just about making it to the kitchen island. He loses patience and hauls me onto the bar stool, grinning every time I shift my weight. The asshole knows what he’s shoved up mine and my body learns to accommodate the metal plug inside it.
“That tight little ass of yours needs to be stretched before it’ll take my cock. I’ll change the plug for a bigger one before dessert.”
I finish my food and Enzo rubs his hands, staring at me with that glint in his eyes. The one that says he’s going to play with me and I’m in a fuck load of trouble.
“Over the counter, baby.”
I comply, stretching out across the cold marble. Enzo rubs my back and ass, relaxing me with a massage. I gasp as he pulls the plug out and quickly replaces it with a bigger one, easing it in as my ass stretches to take the increased girth. There’s more pressure too. More weight and a slight burn.
“Now sit down and eat your dessert.”
