It was the alien dildo he was rubbing over me, coating the silicone in my arousal before he pressed it inside. It was narrow at the tip but quickly widened, its curved shape feeling entirely foreign. One side was smooth, but the other side was textured with little raised bumps, like suckers on a tentacle. It crawled over my nerves, the strange sensation making me squirm as he pressed it deeper.

“How does that feel? Have you ever used a dildo like this?”

“It feels weird. It feels…ah…” I caught my breath as he pumped it in and out, taking his time, letting me feel every unnatural inch. “It feels good, sir…the bumps…”

“You’ll be riding this while you play the game,” he said. A few more deep thrusts and he withdrew it, leaving me shifting back and forth with the need for more. There was a soft click, then a drip of something slick and cold landed between my cheeks.

“You’ll have this plug inside your ass too,” he said, reaching for the anal toy on the chair. He spread more lubricant around it, using his finger to coat the surface. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow. But I’ll need you to be a good girl and open yourself up for me. You can kneel down and bend over the bed if that will be easier for you.”

Easier, he said. Yes, certainly easier to die from humiliation in that position. But I was trying to be obedient, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me naked before…

But not like this.

I sank to my knees so I could crawl to the edge of his bed and bend over it. His blankets smelled fresh, like they’d just come out of the laundry. But his scent was still there too — sweet, subtle, and musky. I hadn’t realized I missed that scent until it was flooding my nose again.

“Hold your ass open for me.”

My face was on fire as I reached back and held my cheeks apart. I buried my face against the blanket, internally cringing at how exposed I felt. But Jason reached up and gave my collar another tug. “Keep your face up. Don’t hide yourself. I know it’s hard, but you can do it for me, can’t you?”

My feet kicked lightly in protest before I managed to say, “I can do it, sir.”

His finger swirled over my puckered entrance, spreading around the lubricant before pressing inside. I resisted the urge to muffle my groan in the blankets, pressing my lips tightly together. But as his finger kept probing me, the sounds came out — whimpers and barely restrained gasps.