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His grin doubles. “They increase in size to train your ass to take my cock.”
Eyeing the largest one, my stomach churns.
“As your husband, I insist on burying my cock in every warm place I can.” He lifts the first object, the smallest one, from the box, holding it up.
“You think you’ll put that… thing… inthere?I’ve never even had…” My words trail off, and I stare, imagining where the toy ismeant to go, my virgin body shaking. I gather the nerve to finish the thought. “I’ve never even had... sex.”
“Don’t worry. We will.Lots.” He nods at my waist. “First—take off those jeans.”
“Take off my jeans?” Perform yet another submissive display to please him and humiliate me. “Here, in the car?”
He glances at the top of the back seat. “Then kneel on the seat facing the back.”
Meeting my eyes, he says, “And grab the headrest. You may need the anchor.”
CHAPTER 8
Ophelia
I thinkof the other things he’s done to my body—the orgasm that tipped me over into oblivion. That thing in his hand was enormous. The place it is going into is tight. Do I need to hold something to keep me from rocketing to the moon?
The silver buckle of his belt glints against the dim overhead car light. That belt is the only thing that has my shaking fingers going to the button at my waist. I undo my jeans, lift my ass, sit back down—the leather smooth against my ass—and push the denim over my thighs. I let the material hang around my knees, wanting to leave them on somewhat.
He eyes the jeans. “All the way.”
Slipping off one sneaker, then the other, I push my jeans the rest of the way off. I’m left bare-legged, wearing my sweater and the most modest pair of boy-cut, short-style panties I could find, with white athletic socks on my feet.
I fold the jeans neatly, placing them on the seat beside me. I line up my shoes side-by-side on the floorboard, releasing a massive sigh. Am I really going to do this?
The look on his face tells me I am.
Slowly, I turn my body to face the back of the seat. My knees sink into the soft leather cushion. Gripping the headrest with both hands, I close my eyes.
“Such a good girl. Doing exactly as you're told, for once.”Dastardly.I hold my tongue. He smooths his hands over my panty-covered ass. “These will have to go.”
“I had a feeling.”
He grips the waistband of the garment, tugging them down ‘til they’re around the tops of my knees. His fingers go to the cleft in my ass, spreading my cheeks. “Lean forward a bit.” I obey. Resting my chin on the headrest, I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting this to end.
“Breathe,” he commands.
I try.
The slick, rubber tip is pressing against my asshole. It’s slippery with some kind of lube or gel. When did he have time to apply it? I’m imagining him back there, watching me in this humiliating state, and I keep my eyes shut like if I don’t see it, it’s not happening. Then he’s pushing the toy against my tight, unwilling muscles, and it’s become a reality.
My eyes pop open at the pressure. My heart starts to race, and panic fills my voice. “It’s not going in!”
“Calm down,” he croons, massaging my left ass cheek. He holds the plug in his other hand. “Bear down.”
Like I’m trying to… go to the bathroom.
As if this wasn’t already humiliating enough.
I don’t obey in the appropriate amount of time, and a sharp, punishing spank lands on my ass.
“Okay! Okay!” I don’t need a spanking on top of what is already happening here. I push down. The tip of the toy pushes past my tight ring, a few inches going in. He applies more pressure, and I feel the most expansive part entering my tight hole.
He settles the curved handle between my ass cheeks.