Cool, slick fingers probed her anus and Ellie automatically tensed. Michael’s warm hand rubbed over her ass as his fingers continued to push at her little star. He kneaded her flesh with one hand while the fingers of his other circled her opening.

“Relax, Ellie, I promise it’ll feel good.”

She knew it would... it was also just so intimate. Plus, the coolness of the lube didn’t help, even if the masochist part of her enjoyed the slight discomfort.

“Oh!” She couldn’t help the little gasp as his fingers pressed in, stretching her tight ring of muscle. It burned slightly, contrasting to the coolness of the lube, and sending a shiver down her spine.

Michael’s fingers pumped gently, working deeper, while Ellie’s pussy contracted emptily at the sensation. She moaned, going practically limp over his lap as he twisted his fingers back and forth, stretching and readying her for the plug while her arousal swirled.

“So, you didn’t sign up for a private room tonight,” Patrick said, his voice conversational, and Ellie nearly moaned just because a normal conversation while Michael played with her ass was just... hot. “Will called in though, Gina’s sick, so they’re staying home if you’d like the Jail in an hour. I thought I’d give you first refusal.”

“I was planning on scening in the Dungeon,” Michael started to say, and Ellie spoke up.

“The Jail, please!”

The fingers moving inside of her paused, Michael’s body going tense. Not a bad tension, but like a predator, about to pounce. He leaned towards her, and she pressed her palms against the floor, allowing her to turn her head to look back up at him.

“You’d like the private room?” he asked, his voice and expression carefully neutral. He was good at staying neutral whenever he didn’t want to push her one way or another.

Warmth filled her as she realized that he might be pushing her soft limits, but he’d planned on scening in the Dungeon because he thought she’d be more comfortable there. Because, other than with him, that’s where she’d always scened; he’d planned on pushing a soft limit, but also on stepping back once he had.

But Ellie would rather scene in a private room with him. She’d insisted on the Dungeon with other Doms because it was where she’d felt safest. With Michael, she felt safe no matter what room they were in... and to be perfectly honest, she preferred the privacy with him. Scening with him, with no one else there, she’d felt a lot more like herself than in any other scene she’d ever done.

“Yes, private room,” she said firmly.