Fuck, his cock felt like it was going to explode with the way Audrey kept wriggling against it. He was going to need to keep this spanking short, or he was going to embarrass himself the way he had last night.

Seeing the plug nestled between her cheeks wasn’t helping either.

This was the first time he’d dealt with a complete anal virgin – the submissives he’d played with had never been completely new to anal play – and he’d been nervous he was going to mess it up the way he had the nipple clamps. Instead, she’d responded beautifully. Her pussy was soaking wet, pink and glistening beneath the plug base, practically begging to be filled with cock.

It was an act of pure willpower to move her thong back into place, covering up that tempting view, and focus on the creamy white mounds of her buttocks instead.

His hand came down sharper than he intended, but Audrey moaned in response. She wasn’t a pain slut, but she definitely liked pain with her pleasure.

Mason grinned, allowing himself to enjoy the crisp, sharp swats that he began to pepper her backside with. He turned the expanse of her bottom the same pretty pink as her pussy before moving his hand down to her sit spots. Audrey gasped, bucking upwards when he did so.

“Ow!”

Immediately Mason paused, holding his hand in the air. She’d already used her safeword once, so he knew she could… but still. This was their first time scening together.

“Too much?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“I need the words, Cupcake.”

Audrey huffed, an adorable little huff. He got the feeling she wasn’t used to asking for what she wanted. It might be fun to make her beg sometime.

“Please, Sir, spank me more.” She wiggled her butt at him.

Grinning, Mason swatted her other sit spot, and she squealed before lifting her butt for more. He wanted her to be able to feel this tomorrow. Wanted her to think about him when she did.

The possessiveness he felt, the desire to imprint himself on her somehow, was all entirely new to him. That wasn’t how he normally felt. That wasn’t how he did things with submissives.

But it was how he wanted to do things with Audrey.

Fuck.

He moved his hand over her sit spots, down to her thighs, felt her squirming as he did so. She let out soft cries as he turned the backs of her thighs the same bright pink as her delicious ass, and his cock throbbed in response.

That was when he reached for the paddle.

“This is probably going to hurt, let me know if you need to slow down,” he warned her. She hummed in response. “Audrey. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Sir.”

She sounded dreamy.

Someone was enjoying herself.

He wasn’t sure she would enjoy this as much… but she might.

Mason didn’t use a ton of force behind the first swap with the paddle, but enough to deliver a crisp pop that made her cry out and rock forward on his lap. She whimpered as he rubbed the spot, which was now a much brighter pink than the surrounding area.

But she didn’t use any of her safe words.

“Now the other side.”

Another sharp pop. Another cry. A shudder went down her back. Her bottom was warm all over, but now hot where he’d landed the paddle… and he wasn’t sure she was truly feeling it anymore. Putting the paddle down, Mason pulled her up to straddle his lap so that he could see her face. He also wanted to check on her nipples.

Make sure he wasn’t straining her on her first night wearing them.

Enjoying the view was just a side benefit.

Her breasts were still pink from the flogger, thought not nearly as pink as her ass. Her nipples were a dark red hue, much darker than before he’d applied the clamps. Time for those to come off then. Especially because Audrey’s expression was dreamy, her eyes glazed.

She wasn’t in her right mind anymore.

Whether or not she was fully in subspace was debatable, but she wasn’t in a position or headspace to be able to tell when it was time to stop, when her body had had enough, which meant it was his job as the Dom to do so for her. Safe words could only cover so many situations, and this wasn’t one of them. She might as well be drunk, which meant she couldn’t truly give consent beyond this point.

“Time to take the clamps off,” he said gently, watching her face. She blinked, staring at him dreamily. “This might hurt, sweetness.”

She smiled at him.

Yup, she was in deep.

So it might not hurt as much. But it probably would as the blood rushed back into the little buds.

Gently, Mason opened the clamp on the breast that was probably the sorest, since he’d done the too-tight clamp on it in the beginning. It took a moment and then her mouth dropped open and she made a little mewling cry.

Leaning forward, Masons sucked her poor nipple into his mouth, gently suckling to help soothe the pain of her circulation starting up again. She sighed, arching her back, the cuffs on her wrists clinking as she looped her arms around his neck, scooting her bottom closer to him. Her pussy rocked against his dick as she moved.

Fuck, it was a repeat of last night, but with her on top this time.

Mason grabbed hold of her hips as he suckled, trying to hold her in place, but she kept squirming against him. Rubbing herself.

He released the nipple from her mouth and quickly reached up to undo the other one.

Audrey moaned, throwing her head back as he took that one between his lips as well. She was grinding down on him now, shuddering, moaning…

Fuck.