“Fuck my ass, please, Mistress?” he asked softly but clearly. Her eyes widened in shock and then lit up with hot desire, sucking his breath away. While Olivia had looked at him with lustful intent before, she’d never looked at him quite like this.

Her fingers slid up to his jawline and she lowered her lips to his for a hot, passionate kiss full of possessiveness and eager anticipation, before finally pulling away.

“As you wish.”

While Luke was in the bathroom preparing himself with an enema, Olivia laid down a towel on the bed and got into her favorite strap-on. The dildo inside of her was about six inches long, thick… not much smaller than Luke actually. The one she’d be using on him was only a little larger, about seven inches and about the same girth as the plug he’d worked his way up to in training. Snapping the straps into place, she felt her own arousal kick up a notch, her pussy clenching around the dildo inside of her.

The door to the bathroom opened and she turned to see Luke standing there, looking awkward and a bit sheepish. Although his cock wasn’t fully flaccid, he definitely wasn’t as aroused as he had been.

An enema could do that.

Olivia knew exactly how to fix the situation though.

“Come here, cupcake,” she said gesturing to him. Luke’s eyes were riveted to her strap-on—specifically the fake cock now jutting out in front of her body. It was flesh toned but darker than her own very creamy skin and with the black straps holding it to her body it really stood out. “And if you need to slow down at any point, just say ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ to stop.”

As she’d expected, being reminded he had the ultimate control in this situation helped him to relax. Submissives could sometimes forget they were really the ones holding all the cards. Olivia wasn’t going to do anything to Luke that he didn’t really want.

His eyes traveled back up her body, his blue gaze both conflicted and aroused.

“I’m not sure why seeing you with a dick is actually turning me on a little,” he said almost nervously as he approached her.

She laughed, taking his face in her hands and pull him into her for a kiss. Felt his body tense when the dildo rubbed against the front of his body, but she also felt his own cock begin to swell in response as she kissed him. His hands landed on her hips, fingers digging in a little with his rekindled sexual tension. When she pulled away, a lot of the heat had returned to his eyes.

“Does it really matter why?” she asked, smiling up at him. “Or does it just matter that we like it?”

“It just matters that we like it,” he said, smiling back at her.