The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βBetter?β Logan asks, beginning to move his finger in and out.
βYes, sir.β Itβs a little strangled, but talking normally when you have a huge man digit in your ass is a challenge.
βGood girl. Iβm going to take my finger out now and put a plug in. When you feel the plug press against your sphincter, I want you to bear down and then relax.β
Fuck, no. Oh, fuck, no. Heβs going to plug me. Iβve seen women plugged. Iβve been to parties with those crazy pony-girls trotting around with a tail plug in, shaking their asses so their silky tails swish everywhere. Iβve also seen their butts when the plug is taken out. You could drive a bulldozer up there. I really, really do not want that to be me.
βPlease, sir, please, no. I donβt want to wear a plug. Iβll be very focused. I promise, sir. I promise.β I sob the last few words.
βWhy donβt you want to wear a plug?β he asks, as he draws his finger out, and I sob with relief.
βI had a prolapse once. With my ex. It was painful and really horrible. I donβt want that to happen again. Please, Logan, please. Iβm really scared.β
βDid he prepare you for the anal penetration?β he asks.
I can hear him doing something behind me. I donβt know what heβs doing but it sounds like heβs getting ready to shove the plug in me. Fuck, fuck! I grab at the lip of the backsplash as my shoulders start to shake.
βEmily.β He puts his hand on my back, presses so I feel the warmth of his palm. βCalm down. Take a deep breath, hold it in for a count of two, and then let it out slowly.β
βI-Iββ
βEmily, follow my instruction. Deep breath. Hold it, one, two, then let it out slowly.β
I do, counting to two as I hold it, and five as I let it out.
βAnother,β he says.
Breathe in. One, two. Out. One, two, three, four, five.
He strokes my back. βAgain.β
As I let it out, I feel something wet push between my cheeks.
βNo! No! Oh, God, Logan, please no!β
βThatβs just my finger, Emily. Youβve already had it in you. Breathe, baby.β
He presses his finger against my sphincter and holds it there while I breathe.
βSir, I canβt do this,β I say, after a dozen breaths.
βDo you need to use your safe word?β
I donβt want to. Not on our first date. βI d-donβt think I can do this.β
βI believe you can, if you trust me. Letβs go back to your prolapse. Were you prepared for the anal penetration?β
βNo, sir.β
βHow big was your exβs dick?β
Not nearly as big as Loganβs. I hold up my hand and curl my forefinger against the knuckle of my thumb to illustrate Ashleyβs girth. βIt hurt like, like heck. Honestly, I canβt do this.β
βThis is not going to hurt. Turn your head to the left and open your eyes.β
How does he know Iβve squeezed my eyes shut? I follow his command and look over my shoulder.
Logan slides his hand from between my shoulders, picks up something heβs left lying on the small of my back, and holds it out so I can see it. Itβs a purple butt plug, very short and slim. Maybe two inches long and an inch wide. Logan turns it so I can see the little purple gem on the hilt.
βOne of the reasons I had to get back yesterday was so I could buy fresh toys for you. This is Morris. Morris is not going to hurt you.β
βM-Morris?β
He named the purple butt plug Morris?
βCoach Morris was my high school football coach. He taught me a lot about being focused. When we screwed up, he used to dump buckets of ice over our heads. Iβm not going to do that to you, but I think a little time with Morris every day will help keep you focused. Coach Morris also turned purple when he yelled, so it fits.β
I laugh, although itβs still tearful.
βIβm going to put a condom on Morris now and introduce him. Itβs not going to hurt, baby doll. This is a small plug. At the very worst, it will burn a little. Thatβs absolutely normal. But you might not even feel that. I promise, sweetie. Iβve trained a dozen subs. Iβve had anal sex . . . well, many times. Iβve never once made a woman prolapse, or even tear. Iβm sure you already know this, since you divorced him, but your ex was a careless fuckwad.β
βYes, I did know that.β I take another deep breath, hold it and let it out slowly. βIβll try, sir. Iβll try for you.β
βGood girl.β He strokes his hand down my back. βBreathe again for me and when you feel Morris press in, bear down.β
βYes, sir.β I take a deep breath, hold it, and as Iβm letting it out, the cool, slick tip of the plug presses against my sphincter. I begin to shake, and as hard as I try to relax my shoulders, the shaking spreads down my back, through my legs. I squeeze my thighs together to control the shaking, but nothing helps. Iβm shaking all over like Iβve got palsy and he hasnβt even put the plug in me, yet.
βEmily, bear down for me.β
I sob with fear and humiliation and discomfort, but do as he commands and bear down.
βGood girl. Thatβs excellent, Emily. Now let go.β
As soon as I release, he slides the plug into me. Thereβs a little burn and a heavy, full sensation when he pulls back on the plug, but it goes in even more easily than his finger. Then he covers my ass with his palm and just holds it there.
I gulp down my tears. βIs it in?β
βYes, Emily. Thatβs a good girl. Stay calm and relaxed. How does it feel?β
Like I have the worldβs worst constipation, in all honesty, but I donβt think thatβs what he wants to hear. βIt burns
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