Kicking away his jeans so they were atop his shoes, underneath his usual chair, Luke completed her instructions by placing his hands flat on her desk. Because of his height, that bent him forward a fair amount even though he wasn’t standing very far away from her desk. As he watched, Olivia took the smallest of the plugs, spreading lube liberally over its pale, flesh-colored surface. His anus tingled, balls tightening, with the memory of her fingers and the ice…

“Is the plug my punishment?” he asked, unable to stay quiet while he watched her prep the toy for use. For use on him, in him.

“Oh no, cupcake,” she said, smiling widely, gleefully. “Waiting is your punishment. The plug is your reward for the very nice apology you made.”

And here he’d thought sadism was all about spankings, crops, and whips. Olivia was teaching him more here in her office than he’d learned in all his newbie submissive lessons. Then again, she wasn’t his instructor there, and Mistress Lisa making him wait like this would definitely not have had the same effect. She was very adept at giving him the experience to know what implements he did and didn’t like and giving him an idea of things he might like to try, but it was only with Olivia that he truly felt like he was being dominated.

Dominated, enthralled, claimed.

The possessive look in her eyes was one he’d seen several times during classes when he’d caught a glimpse of her expression, but it had never been so blatant, so encompassing.

Standing up, she walked around the desk, and he instinctively clenched.

Her hand pressed against the middle of his back, pushing him forward. “Bend over, cupcake. And try to relax.”

Easy for her to say.

But he bent forward, making himself completely vulnerable to her. Bending the way he was forced him to shuffle his feet apart to stay on balance, which made it harder to clench his ass shut.

Which was probably part of why she’d had him do it.

He felt completely exposed as he leaned forward, her hand stroking down his back soothingly, a physical reassurance that he was doing well.

“Good, Luke,” she said, her voice adding to the calming effect. “That’s in, bend just a little bit more.”

Fuck.

He dropped his head to the desk, his forearms resting against her blotter, giving in completely and offering her access to the area she was after. Even as he tried to squeeze his buttocks, just because he felt so unprotected, he felt the cool, wet tip of the plug press against his rosette.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he muttered under his breath.

“As soon as you let me slide this plug in you, yes,” she replied, sounding almost amused.

His cock bounced as his entire body quivered. “This wasn’t exactly how I pictured our first time together.”