Velvet Submission by Violet Summers Page A

back to the bench to retrieve the plug and a bottle of lube. Facing him again she held up the device, "Can you take this, Sug?"
    His silver eyes took in the plug, closed, and then opened again. "Baby blue. You expect to fuck me with a baby blue plug."
    "I wasn't asking about the color, darlin'. I was asking about the size. It's not for a beginner. Can you take it?" She had no doubt he could, but she needed to make sure. Gregori might have craved pain at her hands, but she doubted he craved actual damage.
    Those burning silver eyes narrowed, but all he said was, "It's blue."
    "I don't hear you saying no, Sug." She waited, but his lips remained clamped together. Megan smiled and moved behind him.
    "Open yourself up for me." Megan bit back a moan of appreciation as his large hands grasped his muscled cheeks and pulled them apart. She tipped the bottle of lube, and let a slow stream out to pool in the tempting little dent right at the top of his cheeks. He stayed perfectly still, but his skin prickled, the tiny, silky hair standing on end.
    She placed her finger in the lube and drew it down to his tight hole. The muscles of his thighs went tight as she skimmed over the tightly furled entrance, skimming along his crack to gather up more lube and tease sensitive nerve endings. Moving back down, she rimmed the tight ring with her finger, applying more lube and slowly working the tip just inside of him. His knuckles went white as his fingers dug into his muscular cheeks. He shifted back, toward her hand, and she probed the tiniest bit deeper. She didn't breach the tight muscle there, instead she pulled out and slowly lubed up the plug.
    Waiting was just as much a punishment as any taste of the whip, and Megan was determined to punish Gregori. So she took her time, wiping her hands on a soft cloth, watching the shift and flex of his muscles under all that gorgeous pale golden skin, drinking in his tension and anticipation.
    Finally, the desire to see him arching that broad back in an agony of pleasure was too much for her to resist. She placed the well-lubricated tip of the plug against his opening, and settled it firmly in place.
    "Breathe into it, Sug, and push back for me." He made a low sound and pressed back, taking the tip past the tough ring of muscles guarding his entrance. Taking her time to draw out the burn, Megan twisted the plug in a circle then pushed more. Gregori let out a long guttural moan as she forced him to stretch and open, finally seating it fully home.
    She stepped back and wiped her hands again. He made a beautiful sight, bent over and filled up, awaiting her pleasure. His thighs were tight, his back expanded roughly with his ragged breaths and she knew he was waiting for her next move. She'd seen it before with many of her subs. A man could find great pleasure in being filled; it didn't matter if he was gay or straight. The sensitive nerve endings and that special spot deep inside of him guaranteed an orgasm that would rock his world. It was the rare and confident man who would admit he wanted, needed that kind of pleasure without thinking it meant there was something defective about him.
    Megan seized her flogger. She trailed the ends over the small of his back, and goose bumps rose on his flesh.
    "Tell me how it feels," she murmured, trailing the tails of the flogger lightly up the line of his spine. He shivered in response.
    "It burns." His voice was deeper, almost guttural; his accent more pronounced than she'd ever heard it.
    "You enjoy the pain." It wasn't a question.
    "Yes Mistress, I like the pain." Megan shivered. Every time he said Mistress in his deep, slightly accented voice she felt it deep between her thighs, deep in her core.
    "Why?" The question slipped out, Megan hadn't intended to ask. She never asked why a submissive liked certain things; their motivation didn't concern her. But there was something behind those cloudy silver eyes that called to her, and she wanted to know what it was.
    "I