My grin lingers. Iloveanal play. I guess I’m kind of obsessed. I never told Dad directly, but he must have gathered as much from all the times I’ve asked about anal toys, and I think he’s seen my collection of plugs, hooks, beads, and enema kits.
“How many men have you had in your pussy?” he asks, tapping the cane lightly between Jenna’s legs.
“O-one,” she stutters.
“One?” Dad repeats with surprise.
“B-before that night.”
“Did he make you come?”
“No.”
“Was it any good at all?”
“N-no,” she repeats.
“How long was he inside you?”
“I-I don’t know. One, two minutes.”
A smile spreads over his face. “One bad fuck. Five years. Then you’re almost a virgin. This hole will be mine then. I’ll claim your secondhand virginity once I decide it’s time.”
Shit.We really fucked her up.But even though I’m a bit shocked, I can’t help but smile. Because now she’s ours. We have a whole world of firsts to introduce her to.
Plugging her tight little asshole in front of Dad will be the first one.
“Relax,” I tell Jenna as I massage her sphincter with the toy and it remains tight.
“Maybe she needs a little help.” Dad pokes the cane between her legs. A moan erupts from her, accompanied by a jerk, and I’m guessing he’s found her clit. The stimulation helps. It only takes me two more minutes of probing and turning the plug before it pops in.
I finish with a smack on her ass. “There we go. All nice and pretty. What do you think, Dad? Maybe she should wear it when you continue the piano lessons?”
16
The Submission
Ian
Jenna can barely stand on her own two legs when I help her off the floor, and her eyes are glazed over. Right now, I don’t even think she’ll be able to play a C major scale at a decent tempo.
“Sheshouldwear the plug while she plays,” I tell Killian. “But I think her lesson will have to wait.” I wrap an arm around her waist to support her wobbling frame.
“Too bad. I’d love to see that.” Killian jumps to his feet, full of energy. For the first time in two weeks, that buzzing anger has been replaced by a more level type of excitement. It’s good to see, but right now, Jenna needs a break.
“Another time.” I nod toward the door, and he catches on and walks backward as he leaves.
“Can’t wait,” he says with an eager smile just before he disappears.
When I grab Jenna’s chin, she can barely focus on me, just blinking her drowsy eyes. She’s both sleepy and deep in subspace.
“We’d better get you to bed.” I scoop her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom across the hall. She’s so deep insubspace she barely even reacts to the intimacy of being in my arms or in my bed when I place her on the mattress. She looks so defenseless as she lies there in my navy-blue sheets, pants around her ankles, all limp and pliant. It makes me want to do all kinds of things to her, none of it better than what Killian would do if I gave him free rein.
Instead of giving her a taste of my dark urges, I follow the same advice I gave him and go slow. I can’t fully leave her without putting my mark on her, though, so I go to my closet and find three small padlocks, a chain, and a collar that matches the butt plug—pink leather with a clean steel ring at the front.
She draws a sharp breath when I go to sit on the edge of the bed and trail my fingers along her delicate neck, pushing her hair back as I go.
“You belong to me now,” I say, grabbing her chin. Her eyes blink a few times before she focuses on me—barely. “You have no rights except the ones I give you.”