Page 176 of Masters of Secrets

His pale skin turned pinker, darker under the flogger, his shoulders rolling, back muscles flexing as he took the beating. Julie kept one eye on his hands—if he needed a break, he would open and clench his right fist twice in a row. She was watching both hands, though, just in case.

The music rose and fell, and she let the floggers drop.

This was one of the designated breaks when she was able to pace around him again. Switching her floggers to be held in one hand so she could reach up to touch his skin, Julie rubbed her palm over his warmed back and shoulders. It wasn’t quite hot to the touch—yet—but it was sensitized, and she felt him shudder. The sensation of power was heady.

Moving around to his front, she kept the hand on him, so she was touching his chest by the time she was looking up at him. He was still smiling, a happy smile that demanded she smile back in return.

“Good boy,” she murmured, loud enough that he’d be able to hear it despite the music. His smile widened. The pouch holding his cock had lengthened with it, showing off his very erect hard-on. Julie ran her hand down the outside of the leather to tease him before she moved on.

Walking back around behind him, she got back into position. This time she aimed the flogger lower, turning the pale cheeks of his ass a nice, bright pink, bisected by the line of black leather that was above and between those brightening cheeks. And when she was done turning it a nice bright color, it was going to be time to peg it.

Connor

Feeling almost drunk from the sensations buzzing through him, Connor grinned at Olivia and Luke as they helped him through the Dungeon Room and to the bed. Julie was following along behind him. It was nice to have the extra help, so he didn’t have to try to get a hold of himself. He could just let them take care of him.

They helped him onto the bed, and Connor rolled onto his back, his leather-clad cock pointing up at the ceiling. The feel of the comforter against his sensitized shoulders and ass made him shudder, his cheeks clenching around the plug inside him. He felt dizzy and happy and incredibly aroused.

“Have fun, buddy,” Luke said, giving Connor’s shoulder a pat.

“Thanks.” Connor had already had fun, but he was looking forward to the next part, even though his nervousness was growing. Understandably. He was going to be doing something he’d never done before.

Something that was incredibly intimate just because of what it was.

But he wanted it. With her. His Julie. His Mistress. He wanted to give her everything. Every part of him.

He wasn’t sure how long he was staring up at the ceiling thinking about that—he really did feel drunk or like his head was floating in the clouds—when a noise made him turn his head. There she was. Mistress Julie. Naked now, no more corset or skirt. The only thing she was wearing was a harness holding a large, tanned cock to her hips. It jutted out in front of her.

It wasn’t as big as Connor’s dick, but considering where she was planning to put it, it was intimidatingly sized. Even though she’d shown it to him ahead of time, now that the moment was here, it seemed bigger. Or maybe it just looked bigger because she was wearing it. His heart started pounding faster, feeling as if it was getting ready to jump out of his chest.

Crawling up onto the bed, her eyes were alight with anticipation, her tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip.

“What’s your color, Connor?” she asked as she reached for the tie on his cock pouch, pulling the string so she could tug the leather off his erection. The feel of it sliding over his shaft, the cool air in the room suddenly wafting over his skin, did nothing to quell how hard he was. In fact, it only made him harder.

“Green, Mistress.”

Nervous, but green. He sure as hell didn’t want her to stop.

Putting her hands on his legs, she pushed them upward, bending them at the knee and bending him at the waist so she could reach the base of the plug, then tugged gently, twisting the toy inside him rather than immediately pulling it out. Connor shuddered, reaching up to grab the headboard, so he had something to hold on to as the sensations rolled through him.

Then she tugged, and he felt himself stretch for the bulb before closing as the plug slid out, leaving him empty. Julie leaned over to put the plug in a little basin on the nightstand. She picked up a tube of lube at the same time.

With his legs still tucked up against his body, his ass was completely exposed and vulnerable.

Slicking the lube over her cock, Julie smiled wickedly at him.

“Ready?” she asked, dropping the tube beside her and shifting forward, settling herself between his feet where they were raised in the air. The head of the cock nestled against his anus, which ached emptily without the plug.

“Yes, Mistress. As ready as I’m going to be.” Which was the full, truthful answer. He didn’t feel entirely ready but didn’t think he ever would feel entirely ready. How could he be ready for something he’d never experienced before?

He couldn’t.

Mistress Julie’s hands came down on his knees, pressing them back toward his chest as the cock began to push forward.

Connor groaned. The dildo was about as thick around as the bulb on the plug he’d had inside him, but the plug had been tapered. It had started out very small and grown to that size, and once it was inside him, the ring of his sphincter had been able to close around the neck between the bulb and the base.

This was entirely different.

This stretched him immediately, with no gradual taper and no end to the stretch. Connor groaned at the discomfort, the sting, and the pleasure. Mistress Julie leaned in, keeping his legs pinned to his body, her hips moving back so that the cock retreated… then thrusting in again, deeper this time. The slickness of the lube made for easier entry, but it also meant that his spasming hole couldn’t slow the toy’s advance the way his body was desperate to.