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reeling from the endorphin rush of the paddling—he stood and hugged her. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good. Wish we could fuck.”
He laughed. “Well, we can’t do that just yet, but I do have something else in mind to help you remember who you belong to tonight.”
She looked down at the black bag and sure enough, he pulled a toy out of it.
A short silicone butt-plug, with two silver chains attached to either side of the flared base.
“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” he asked, lubing up the plug.
How embarrassing. “No, I already went.” Oh my God. Having bathroom conversations like an old married couple. So weird.
“Good.” He bent her back over and slowly inserted the plug into her asshole. Lauren gasped as the erotic pain of the toy pushing past her asshole flowed through her. Once it was in fully, it didn’t hurt, it just felt . . . full. Like she had something up her ass, which she did. So that made sense.
Marc kneeled again and took the thin silver chains, bringing them around her waist, and clicked a tiny lock into place. Only Marc could kneel before her and not make her feel like she was dominant over him. No, she was feeling quite submissive at the moment, and feeling very . . . his.
“This will make sure the plug doesn’t come out until I want it to,” he said. “You’ll have to request permission for the key if you need to use the ladies’ room during the reception.”
Lauren blushed. “Please. Let’s not talk about bodily functions.”
Marc laughed. “Maybe I’ll give you an enema one day, since this is so obviously a hot-button issue for you.”
She looked at him in horror. “Hard limit!”
“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “How do you feel?”
With the dress settled back down in place, the plug was unnoticeable to anyone but her. But every move she made, it shifted inside her, and as he had promised, her ass cheeks were still on fire and sore down to the muscle from the paddling.
“I feel like it won’t be difficult to remember I’m the submissive one tonight, sir,” she said, and she meant it. “You really did a number on my ass.”
“I do my best,” he said, and held out his arm to escort her downstairs to the wedding. “Try not to wince when you sit down, though. Play it cool.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her pussy felt empty, needy, as if they’d just had a major foreplay session with no orgasm to follow. “You’ve given me blue-clit,” she whispered as they descended the grand staircase together. She walked slowly in her heels, the plug pressing into her with each step.
“Is that anything like blue-balls?”
“Yup.”
“Then we’re in the same place,” Marc said. “So, can I kiss you or will that ruin the makeup?”
“Julian gave me gloss for touch ups. Not that it matters.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Marc stopped at the bottom of the stairs with her and kissed her gently on the lips before they went outside for the photos and the wedding.
A hard spanking, a gentle kiss . . . Marc was an incredible Dom. She’d always seen that in him, in the way he scened with other girls, but he’d only been her friend.
It wasn’t too long ago that she and Marc were playing tag in Times Square, killing time until the club opened so they could each go play with other subs. God knows he had plenty of girls to choose from, almost as many as the men who dropped to their knees at the mere sight of her entering, in the hopes that she’d choose them to play with.
She remembered the exhilaration she’d felt when she’d run from Marc, the glint in his eyes as he chased her around and, inevitably, caught her, his strong hands coming down on her, half-hugging, half-tagging her.
Yeah. Lauren liked when Marc caught her.
He’d certainly caught her now.
Chapter Five
M arc stood next to Roman and Trevor’s brother-in-law at the end of the wedding aisle on the dais. Every chair on the lawn was filled, and an unbelievable symphony orchestra—flown in
“I’m good. Wish we could fuck.”
He laughed. “Well, we can’t do that just yet, but I do have something else in mind to help you remember who you belong to tonight.”
She looked down at the black bag and sure enough, he pulled a toy out of it.
A short silicone butt-plug, with two silver chains attached to either side of the flared base.
“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” he asked, lubing up the plug.
How embarrassing. “No, I already went.” Oh my God. Having bathroom conversations like an old married couple. So weird.
“Good.” He bent her back over and slowly inserted the plug into her asshole. Lauren gasped as the erotic pain of the toy pushing past her asshole flowed through her. Once it was in fully, it didn’t hurt, it just felt . . . full. Like she had something up her ass, which she did. So that made sense.
Marc kneeled again and took the thin silver chains, bringing them around her waist, and clicked a tiny lock into place. Only Marc could kneel before her and not make her feel like she was dominant over him. No, she was feeling quite submissive at the moment, and feeling very . . . his.
“This will make sure the plug doesn’t come out until I want it to,” he said. “You’ll have to request permission for the key if you need to use the ladies’ room during the reception.”
Lauren blushed. “Please. Let’s not talk about bodily functions.”
Marc laughed. “Maybe I’ll give you an enema one day, since this is so obviously a hot-button issue for you.”
She looked at him in horror. “Hard limit!”
“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “How do you feel?”
With the dress settled back down in place, the plug was unnoticeable to anyone but her. But every move she made, it shifted inside her, and as he had promised, her ass cheeks were still on fire and sore down to the muscle from the paddling.
“I feel like it won’t be difficult to remember I’m the submissive one tonight, sir,” she said, and she meant it. “You really did a number on my ass.”
“I do my best,” he said, and held out his arm to escort her downstairs to the wedding. “Try not to wince when you sit down, though. Play it cool.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her pussy felt empty, needy, as if they’d just had a major foreplay session with no orgasm to follow. “You’ve given me blue-clit,” she whispered as they descended the grand staircase together. She walked slowly in her heels, the plug pressing into her with each step.
“Is that anything like blue-balls?”
“Yup.”
“Then we’re in the same place,” Marc said. “So, can I kiss you or will that ruin the makeup?”
“Julian gave me gloss for touch ups. Not that it matters.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Marc stopped at the bottom of the stairs with her and kissed her gently on the lips before they went outside for the photos and the wedding.
A hard spanking, a gentle kiss . . . Marc was an incredible Dom. She’d always seen that in him, in the way he scened with other girls, but he’d only been her friend.
It wasn’t too long ago that she and Marc were playing tag in Times Square, killing time until the club opened so they could each go play with other subs. God knows he had plenty of girls to choose from, almost as many as the men who dropped to their knees at the mere sight of her entering, in the hopes that she’d choose them to play with.
She remembered the exhilaration she’d felt when she’d run from Marc, the glint in his eyes as he chased her around and, inevitably, caught her, his strong hands coming down on her, half-hugging, half-tagging her.
Yeah. Lauren liked when Marc caught her.
He’d certainly caught her now.
Chapter Five
M arc stood next to Roman and Trevor’s brother-in-law at the end of the wedding aisle on the dais. Every chair on the lawn was filled, and an unbelievable symphony orchestra—flown in
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