Rich Promise by Ashe Barker Page A

him.
    “Good girl.” His palm is warm as he caresses my buttock and despite the gag, I start to relax. Dan’s touch will generally do that for me, I find. “I never get tired of looking at these birds. Your richness of swallows. Beautiful.” He traces the outline of the lowest bird with his fingertip then trails onward toward the furrow between my buttocks.
    I know what happens next, and I lean further forward, arching my back to present my body for him. The faint splash of oil swilling around in the tiny bottle tells me Dan is lubing his finger end. Always considerate, he does intend to open me a little, prepare my entrance for the plug. His fingertip circles my anus first, spreading the pungent oil across my delicate skin. I gasp, or what passes for it through a ball gag. My body jerks hard, despite my determination not to make a fuss. The oil is both hot and cold at the same time, and the scent seems stronger than before. I concentrate on breathing slowly as Dan works the oil into my tight hole. The cool heat radiates around my arse, and I tighten around his probing finger.
    “You’re tensing up, girl. Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
    I nod, turning my head to glance at him over my shoulder. He looks up, briefly. “It’s going in fast then. Easier for you in the long run.”
    I wouldn’t protest even if I was not gagged. I close my eyes, nod once more, and will my body to relax. Dan reaches for the oiled plug and pulls his finger from my arse. It is swiftly replaced by the plug, the smooth, slick surface sliding easily past my sphincter, despite my body’s involuntary resistance.
    It hurts. It hurts like fuck. I’m surprised momentarily—I expected this to be easier than before. After all, my clit’s the most sensitive place, surely. It would seem not and in any case, such puzzled musings are shoved unceremoniously from my consciousness as the heat of the oil seeps into my inner walls, already stretched tight around the plug. The oil is added torment, and I lurch to one side, intending to roll away from Dan. His hands are on my hips, holding me still.
    “You have your safe signal. Use that if you need to. No wriggling or fighting me.” The Dom voice is stern, unyielding, and overrides all other sensation.
    I stop my nonsense instantly, go still under his hands.
    “Breathe in and out slowly. Listen to me, Summer. Breathe in…”
    I do, as he told me, drawing air in through my nose. It’s uneven, my breath catching, but I manage it.
    “Now out.”
    Again I obey.
    “In. Out. In. Out.”
    Under his quiet instruction, I regain control, and find I’m managing to tolerate the burning inside my arse.
    “If you clench, it makes it feel more intense. Maybe you could try to relax your muscles more.”
    Easy for him to say. Even so, it sounds like good advice and I make a conscious attempt not to tighten my bum around the plug. My efforts are soon thwarted as Dan lands a sharp swat on my bottom. My left cheek takes the force of the unexpected slap, and the peppermint soars back into overdrive. My scream is silent behind the gag, but I’m aware that if the ball wasn’t there, I’d be shrieking fit to raise the rafters. Dan was right about disturbing the neighbors.
    Tears are streaming from my eyes. This is intense, made more so by not knowing what he might do next. I watch him over my shoulder, my watery gaze following Dan as he stands and strolls from the room. I know better than to move. I wait, breathing slowly, willing the burning sensation to settle and subside.
    It shows no sign of doing so, and Dan’s soon back. He kneels behind me again, and there’s a soft thud as he drops something onto the rug. It’s out of my line of sight, and of course I can’t ask. So I have to trust him.
    “Would you like me to stroke your clit?” The question is matter-of-fact, delivered in a deadpan tone.
    I’m not deceived, there’s more to it. There always is. Still, I turn to look at him, and slut that I am, I