Diamonds Forever by Justine Elyot

began to struggle out of the maxi dress, losing herself briefly in the volume of material.
    Jason took pity on her and pulled it over her head, his cuffs half unbuttoned, shirt out of his waistband.
    She was completely unclothed now, and yet she felt more naked with the plug still inside her than she might have done without it.
    ‘On your knees, arse high, head down,’ said Jason. ‘No, with your back to me. I’ve got a little something to take out of you, haven’t I?’
    Jenna got into position, clenching her teeth. She felt too vulnerable to be borne, wanting to get up and run into the bathroom. The thought of the perspective she presented to Jason made her want to cringe and gasp at the same time.
    ‘Looks good,’ he said.
    She heard the soft swish of fabrics departing from his body.
    All of her concentration was focused on that narrow passage and the intruder it accommodated. Her upper thighs and knees felt watery, barely able to support the weight of her hips and bottom. She tried to pretend she was holding a yoga position, on a mat, with a leotard on, but the butt plug wouldn’t let her accept it as a realistic escape. It kept prodding her consciousness, reminding her that it was there.
    ‘Do you want it out?’ asked Jason from behind her. ‘Or could you get used to wearing it all the time? Perhaps I’ll make you do that.’
    ‘No, take it out,’ she said hurriedly, remembering to add a swift, ‘Please, sir,’ in case her tone made him change his mind.
    He laughed.
    ‘Hold on tight, then. Or rather, don’t. Unclench.’
    But that was asking too much.
    Jenna’s eyes watered at the uncomfortable sensation of having the plug pulled clean from her. Her instincts commanded that she clamp round it all the more, but Jason was quick enough for it not to become a painful struggle and she found her muscles clenching around thin air, twitching at the sudden change in their circumstances.
    ‘There, now. All done.’ He patted one of her cheeks. ‘Let’s just put this in the sink a mo.’
    He disappeared into the bathroom and she looked over her shoulder, wondering if she could move from this submissive position yet. She decided to try it and shifted until she was seated with her legs loosely crossed, leaning back with her palms on the mattress behind her. It was a pose that combined invitation with wanton negligence. She didn’t feel submissive any more, but she felt ready for anything Jason had to give her.
    ‘Hey,’ he said, emerging from the bathroom with nothing to adorn his nudity but a large erection. ‘Did I say you could move? Back on your knees now.’
    Jenna hesitated, and was surprised when Jason didn’t take a harder approach.
    Instead he stopped and gave her a sympathetic half-smile.
    ‘You’re nervous,’ he said.
    She nodded, swallowing.
    ‘That plug is quite small compared to …’
    He looked down and his half-smile broadened.
    ‘Yeah, I get that,’ he said. ‘But it won’t break you, babe, I promise.’
    ‘Will you be … careful?’
    ‘You know I will.’ He came and sat beside her, holding her close, stroking her hair and kissing her face. ‘I’d never do anything to hurt you, Jen. Never. I want this to be as good for you as it is for me. The minute you feel like you can’t carry on, you have to tell me. Will you promise to do that?’
    Jenna nodded, her hair mingling with the scattering of dark curls on his chest.
    ‘Good.’ He kissed her on the mouth, long and tenderly. ‘All right,’ he whispered. ‘Lie down on your front and I’ll get you ready.’
    Jenna heard him rummaging in the drawer and expected him to make a dive straight for her bottom, but to her surprise, he poured a trickle of oil into the small of her back, making her jump at the sudden chill.
    ‘Sorry. If I’d planned this properly, I’d have put it in a burner first,’ he said. ‘Just a little something to loosen you up.’
    He spread the scented oil around her back and shoulders, massaging her