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necessary to maintain a reasonable weight, but he'd always been abnormally muscular all over, especially in his chest. But Raina had long since confessed that she adored his chest, with its exceptionally well defined pecs and light dusting of hair.

So at times like this, when he was going to do something like this to her, he liked to give her something she considered to be pleasant to look at, even if it was just him, and he could see that she was doing just that, at least until he put the nose of that somewhat broad plug against her very tense bottom hole. He knew she wasn't actively trying to resist him - except in unusual situations, generally when he'd misread her or the situation itself - she never did that. He discounted all of her energetic writhing when she was getting punished, as those were certainly to be expected.

But, overall, she was not a trying sub - she didn't seem to have a lot of conflicts about their relationship and the way connotations of it rippled through their lives. In fact, she seemed to revel in it.

She always tensed when he was back there, regardless of his intent, and regardless of the fact that she almost always ended up enjoying it, in one way or another, even if it was just in the memory of having been disciplined. He didn't bother saying "Relax". It was lost on her, and not his style, anyway. He was going to do this whether she relaxed or not, and she knew the truth of it.

But he wasn't out to damage the person he considered his private property, however, so although he certainly wasn't going to take no for an answer, he did lube up the plug nicely, and made sure to press it into her slowly, backing it off occasionally, not just ramming it up inside her, as he'd done with his fingers just a few minutes ago with her woman's opening, where she was less delicate and less likely to be injured by more powerful thrusts.

Although his rule for her was that she wasn't to use words when she was being attended to like this - most especially "no", which would result in an automatic caning - she wasn't shy about letting him know what she was thinking and feeling with whimpers and cries, and later, sighs and moans. He could tell that she had to work at submitting to this invasion, just as she'd had to with the enema. And he was glad of it.

He didn't spoil her, though, endlessly preparing her. After a few deliberately twisting, gently pulsating strokes, he drove it home, watching her carefully and feeling it settle into place as her body swallowed the intruder.

Raina couldn't help it - she squealed loudly and her whole body contracted when the widest part of that awful thing broadened her sphincter to an almost unbearable extent, until the much thinner neck gave her blessed relief. Her bottom contracted around it, trying to become accustomed to the invading, unnatural fullness, but he wasn't giving her time to get used to it. He'd already shimmied beneath her, placing himself beneath what he considered to be the Garden of Eden on Earth.

Raina hated it when he did this. Not when he pleasured her with his mouth, but when he required that she plant her most intimate self right over his mouth. Sixty-nining had never held much interest for her - not because she objected to taking a man in her mouth that way, but more because she hated the idea of smooshing her privates down onto some poor guy's face. And of course, as soon as she'd confessed that to him, he'd begun to occasionally make her overcome her dislike. The funny thing was that he never required that she do the reciprocal. He always came to her dressed, or with the sheet over him when he made her do this.

Not that he didn't expect her to pleasure him that way - he certainly did. But he seemed not to prefer that particular sexual stance, either, and only used it to illustrate to her in an extremely elemental manner that although he would take her likes and dislikes into consideration, when it came down to it, she would do as she was told.

She ended up with her head in his lap, essentially, because he was so tall and she was so small. Raina's cheek lay directly over the evidence of his excitement, but knew that he wouldn't do anything about it at this point, anyway. Instead, he concentrated on her - and sometimes that wasn't as nice a thing as it sounded, because he very rarely took the strait forward tack of just bringing her to an orgasm. No, that would be too easy for her, and to boring for him.

Instead, he gave her a warm welcoming kiss, using the fingers of one hand to hold her open as he lead with his tongue, washing her with broad strokes, not paying any particular attention to her already pulsing little niblet, just concentrating on marking all of that lush property with his tongue.

After a very long while, he brought a large dildo into play, making her groan loudly as he inserted it with no lube, although she had been producing more than enough of her own to compensate or he wouldn't have done it. He knew exactly what she liked, and what she could handle. He knew that the combination of his mouth on her, as well as nearly every orifice she owned being filled to capacity would send her screaming over the edge.

But not until he gave her permission, of course.

That was one rule that Raina detested, and she had very carefully not said anything to him about it because she was concerned that if he knew she didn't like it he might come up with something even worse. But it was a horrid, horrid rule as far as she was concerned. There