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I fuck the dilator in and out of her now, letting her get used to the sensation before turning on the vibration.

Daphne lifts her head and cries out. Not from pain. From shock. She had no idea the dilator had batteries in it.

I grin. She’s so fucking adorable. “Feels good, huh?”

She sways back and forth with my thrusts. I’m not sure she even knows she’s doing it. It’s instinctive. She’s enjoying the penetration now.

Unable to resist, I slide my free hand around to her cunt and stroke her clit.

Daphne moans and bucks her body.

“Stay still, naughty girl. If you’re good, maybe I’ll break my own rules again and let you come. Would you like that? Would you like me to let you orgasm from rectal stimulation, precious?”

Another moan. This one is low and deep. A frustrated sound that stems from both need and embarrassment. She didn’t expect to enjoy this part of her training. That’s half the fun.

I keep fucking her tight hole until her breath hitches, and she comes beautifully against my fingers. Her ass grips the rod in pulsing waves, which I can feel as I ease it in and out.

She’s spectacular. Every inch of her.

While she’s still in a hazy state of bliss, I remove the rod, unhook her from the chain on the floor, grab one more final item I’ll need for this afternoon’s training session, and lift her into my arms.

I carry her limp body to her bed and lower her onto her side. Her eyes are closed. She’s panting heavily.

I sit on the edge of the bed near her knees and graze my hand up and down her hip. “Such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. Next time I tell you we’re going to work on training your rectum, you won’t hesitate.”

She purrs against the pillow as she tucks her hands under it.

“Now for your punishment, precious girl.”

Her breath hitches, and she opens her eyes and looks at me before lowering her gaze to the item in my hand. “What is it?” she mumbles.

“This is a ginger root.” I hold it up to her nose. “Have you ever eaten ginger before?”

“With sushi,” she whispers.

“Then you know how strong it is. Just a small amount is potent. I’m going to insert the root into your bottom and leave it there for five minutes. It will burn. I expect you to stay still and endure the punishment. Next time, you won’t pull away from me when I’m training you.” I lift a brow.

Her face is white. Her lips tremble. But she doesn’t argue. She’s learning that it won’t do any good. It will only aggravate me more.

I bend and kiss her temple before tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I know you want to be my good girl. You will, precious. In time, you’ll stop fighting me. But I wouldn’t be a very good Master if I didn’t discipline you when you make mistakes, would I?”

She shakes her head the tiniest bit. It’s enough. The leash clinks against her collar with every movement, reminding her of its presence.

With one hand on her hip, I guide her toward me. “Roll this way, precious. Bend your knee toward your chest.”

She makes that delightful whimpering sound again.

I check her bottom and decide there’s more than enough lube around the entrance for her to safely take the root. Without hesitation, I push several inches of it into her tight rectum.

Daphne clenches around the intrusion and tries to wiggle free.

I hold her steady with one hand on her hip and the other on her bottom, squeezing her cheeks. “Deep breaths, naughty girl.”

She squirms. “Please. It hurts. Take it out.”

I hold her firmly. “Five minutes.”

“No. Ow. Oh, God. Silver, it burns.”