100 NIGHTS OF SIN
I moaned at the intrusion. "I'm going to train this body to crave pain," he said, working his fingers in and out. "To need it. To only come when you're marked and bruised and owned." He added a third finger, stretching me. "Would you like that?" "Yes, Sir, please—" He withdrew his fingers, and I heard a drawer opening. Then something cold and slick pressed against my ass. "Have you ever been taken here?" he asked. "No, Sir," I gasped, equal parts terrified and aroused. "Then we'll start small. Training you." He pressed what I realized was a plug against my opening. "Breathe and push out." I did, feeling the plug breach me. It burned, stretched, felt impossibly full. He worked it slowly, let