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a fingertip he traced the welts streaking her ass. The mark of his discipline. He did not enjoy causing her pain. Well, perhaps a little. But what pleased him the most was how she presented herself to him, her submission. Besides curbing her profligate spending, domestic discipline had profoundly affected him also, evoking strong urges to protect, possess, and yes, punish her. The blush of her ass, the writhing of her soft body, her involuntary whimpers stirred a primitive gratification.
    He capped the bottle and stripped off the remainder of his clothing. Naked, he straddled her thighs, his erection bobbing against his lower stomach. He massaged her back and shoulders with firm but sweeping strokes. Splayed across her feminine form, his hands appeared large, his skin rough when compared to the silk of hers. Her back was smooth and unmarred; her ass, red with just a few raised areas.
    His cock twitched, fluid pearling. Her face against the pillow, Gina closed her eyes and sighed, curved her lips into a smile. Relaxed, contented. Not quite the state he wanted her in, but that was about to change.
    He scooted lower and nudged her thighs apart with his knee. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.” She obeyed, and he knelt between them, grabbed a pillow. “Lift up,” he said. Her eyes flew open, but she did as ordered, and he wedged the pillow under her hips, raising her bottom. His chest swelled. He bent his head and kissed each red, welted mound.
    He ran his hands up and down her thighs before settling them on her ass, spreading her cheeks. With his thumbs, he separated her folds. He stared at her pink cunt and her brown, puckered asshole. His. Both of them.
    “Linc! What are you doing?” She lifted her head.
    “Appreciating the view.”
    She blushed to her roots and buried her face in the pillow.
    He grabbed another tube he’d brought from the bathroom. He’d been training her anally the past couple of weeks, and her back entrance tolerated his finger easily as he worked the cream into her. Next he lubed the silicone plug.
    “This will be larger than what you’re used to,” he warned. She’d gotten to where she could accept the smaller plugs without any discomfort, so he would take her to the next level. “You’re ready for it.”
    A tiny hesitation, then, “Yes, Linc.”
    He inserted the plug in increments, in part for her body to adjust to a girth much larger than what she’d gotten accustomed to, and in part because he loved to watch the penetration. The sight of her tight brown ring expanding, her body surrendering to the intrusion, fascinated him. She whimpered with the sweetest sound of pleasure-pain when he got to the widest part, and he held the plug right there so she’d feel the stretch, the burn. So he could savor the view. Then he seated it.
    Sometimes he plugged her during foreplay, removing the toy before intercourse; other times he bade her to wear one when she went about her household chores. Once he’d sent her to her job with one. Thinking about her condition had distracted him at his work and made him horny as hell. She’d reported a similar effect. When they’d both arrived home, the sex had been explosive.
    Using his clean hand, he penetrated her pussy with one, then two fingers. God, she was wet. And with the plug taking up space on the other side of her perineum, fucking tight.
    “Be right back.” He dashed to the bath to wash.
    Upon return, he stood beside the bed, stroking his cock, enjoying the vision of her rump, up and plugged, marked and claimed. Beautiful. “Get up,” he said. “Get out of bed.”
    She rolled off the mattress, wincing as her ass connected with the surface, then swayed on her feet. She raised her eyebrows with a question.
    “On your knees, please.” He pressed on her shoulders. She knelt, and he guided his cock to her mouth.
    Her submissive pose, her expression of desire, and her sultry moan as she took him into her mouth almost ended it for him. Pressure