Uncharted Territory (The Compass Series Book 3) by Tamsen Parker Page B

a sound. We’ve been practicing the quiet as he’d promised we would, and I’ve proved a better student than I thought I would be. Hunter’s praise is an incredibly powerful incentive. On a particularly hard pinch, I have to close my eyes and grit my teeth, but still no noise escapes. I glow when he mutters, “Tobias is an idiot. Give you an ounce of praise and a pound of discipline and you bloom like a wild rose bush.”
    Another hard pinch that will surely leave a mark and then he peels my underwear over my hips. I wait for his hand to land because he spanks me all the time, whenever he gets the chance, but he doesn’t. Instead he opens the drawer by my bedside and I hear the snick of the cap of what I can only assume is lube. Is he going to fuck me up the ass right now? He’s done it before. He’s quite fond of it, actually, but I didn’t think…
    But no. He lays a plug in front of my face. It’s relatively small, made out of a dull-gleaming metal, and it has a dark green jewel at the base. Knowing Hunter, it’s heavy. Finely made. The man isn’t cheap about anything.
    “I’m going to put this up your ass. It’s going to stay in all night. Every step you take, you’re going to feel it. If I ask you to present to any of my guests, you’ll pull up your skirt, pull down your panties and bend over so they may see that every bit of you is mine to do with as I please. Are we understood?”
    “Yes, sir.” The idea of all those people knowing that I have something shoved up inside of me, that I’m walking around with something up my ass that Hunter put there… It makes my face flame.
    “Does that embarrass you, baby? Having my friends know I stuffed you full?”
    I roll my lips between my teeth. Yes. It does. But am I supposed to admit that?
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Good. A little embarrassment will be good for you. Teach you that no matter how you feel about something, you’ll do it if it pleases me. Because that’s what you want more than anything, isn’t it? To make me happy?”
    He’s lubing up my ass as he talks, his questions interspersed with his fingers sliding in and out, reminding me with every word and every thrust that he can do whatever he likes.
    “Yes, sir.”
    He takes up the plug and lays a hand heavy on my lower back. “Good girl. Now relax and breathe like I taught you. That’s right.”
    He eases it in with one slow, steady push. Then it’s seated inside of me, the jeweled base pushing my cheeks apart ever so slightly. He gives me a good crack with the back of his hand across my behind and then slides my underwear back over my butt. I’m glad I get to keep it, even if I’m going to have to tug it down whenever he tells me to.
    My breath is measured but heavy as I wait for his next instructions. I enjoy being plugged more than I thought I would, more than I’d like to admit. There’s something about it that makes me feel delightfully… submissive . He helps me to stand and then directs me toward the armoire where there’s a mirror on the inside of the door and an assemblage of jewelry and sex toys on the inside.
    After a few minutes of browsing, he selects a thick, black collar and some emerald teardrop earrings. My parents had pierced my ears when I was young, which I’m thankful for. I’d never be able to get anything pierced now, at least not without passing out during the process. Hunter inserts the posts through my lobes, and it’s an apt metaphor. In the month we’ve been together, he’s speared right through me.
    I miss him when we’re not together, I think about him all the time, and I feel more at ease in my skin than I ever have. I’m not muddling through my days anymore, trying to decide how to behave at any given moment. When I’m not on his time, I wear jeans and tie my hair up. I can be assertive as I want in class and dismiss people I don’t want to spend time with anyway. I’m not shy nor retiring. As long as I do well in my classes, I can be as