BegMe by Scarlett Sanderson Page A

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fit. She’d never had anything in her ass before. It was a forbidden taboo.
    She squirmed, swallowing hard, unable to express her
discomfort at the thought of having something in her ass. What if there was a
mess? What if it hurt? Anal had always been a limit for her. She didn’t trust
anyone enough to stick something in her there.
    Jared merely looked at her and said, “Trust me.”
    He kept repeating it like a mantra. Was he hoping all the
positive reinforcement would allow it to sink in? In some weird way, she did
trust him. It was irrational. She barely knew him and yet she knew, deep down,
he wouldn’t hurt her or humiliate her. Her pleasure was his pleasure. He
demanded nothing but her submission.
    He rubbed the tip across her slick pussy lips, spreading
moisture on the rubber.
    She stopped squirming. Her chest rose and fell rapidly,
pulling the clamps tighter as she tried to fight the rising panic. She watched
him squeeze copious amounts of lube on the plug before he drizzled the cool
liquid onto her anal opening.
    “Do you want to use your safeword?”
    She knew her eyes must be as wide as saucers. Did she? Now
was the time to back out. She could go back to her normal, safe life or she
could take a risk and jump into unknown pleasure.
    Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. No. She didn’t
want to use her safeword. She wanted to give in to her submission, to
experience everything Jared had to offer her.
    “You are beautiful, Tessa. Lying there with your wet pussy
on display, your nipples clamped, that gag in your mouth. I’m so fucking hard,
looking at you.”
    Her cunt spasmed, her walls tightened as he drove her wild
with his words. No one had ever spoken to her that way. He was breaking down
her barriers piece by piece with his words and his actions.
    He pressed the tip of the plug against the entrance of her
ass. She tensed, fearful of the invasion.
    “Relax.”
    Her muscles went lax at his command.
    The tip stretched her, opened her like a flower. The tight
fit and intense pressure made her moan. The sensation was unlike anything she’d
ever experienced. Indescribable. Forbidden.
    Jared worried her clit. She gasped, moisture flooded her
pussy and he pushed the plug farther, working it into the tight opening.
    “Good girl. Take it. Take it all. This is what being a submissive
is about, pleasing your Master.” He pressed his lips to her cunt, ran his wet
tongue along her slit. She jerked her hips up against his mouth. “You please
me, Tessa.”
    He slid the plug all the way in and she groaned. The tiny
frisson of pain was overruled by the intense pleasure flooding her system. It
was decadent, hedonistic, having his mouth on her pussy and the plug in her
ass.
    She almost came. Almost.
    “Look at me, Tessa.”
    She looked down at him between her thighs, her juices
coating his chin. The dark look in his eyes burned all the way to her soul. Its
intensity shattered any remnants of doubt, any shadow of fear and panic.
    “You are already submissive. I’ve bound you, gagged you,
clamped you. I’ve brought you to the brink. You are mine. Submit to me. Tell me
you submit,” he growled and stood, removing her gag.
    She sighed, moved her aching jaw and swallowed the excess
saliva. Her throat felt scratchy and sore. He placed a tender kiss on her lips
and moved between her thighs once again.
    “Jared.”
    “Submit to me.”
    He thought she was still being stubborn. The scared woman
frightened of losing control. Maybe she was, but right now she wanted to give
them both a gift, a gift of submission. He’d stripped away her barriers, dug
deeper than anyone she’d ever known. She was raw inside, open to this man like
never before. She needed to give him what they both desired.
    Locking her gaze to his, she nodded, placing as much
conviction in her voice as she could muster given the circumstances. “Yes Sir.”
    If she thought his ministrations had been full force before,
she’d been wrong. He attacked