Becoming Adrian’s Slút (4)
His hand brushes my hair from my face, and I can’t help staring at the black silicone plug he holds. My stomach tightens with tension and longing at the same time.
“You know what this is for,” he says, voice low, amused.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe, hips already quivering.
His fingers spread my cheeks and the cool lube hits me. I gasp, heat crawling through me.
“Relax for me,” he orders. “Breathe, open yourself up.”
I inhale shakily, pushing back slightly. “I’m… I’m trying, sir,” I whisper.
“Good. Take it, like a good girl,” he murmurs. The tip presses in, and my muscles clamp instinctively. I pant, letting him inch it deeper.
“It’s so… full,” I gasp. “It hurts a little.”
“Just a little?” he teases. “You can take more than that. You want to take more, don’t yo
