We were just about to head out for the fancy dinner party at Lee’s work. He’d already approved of my little black dress, hem coming just below the tops of my thigh-highs. But just before we headed to the door, he snapped his fingers as if he’d forgotten something.
“One more thing,” he said. “On the bed.”
The second sentence was said using that voice. The one that made me shiver, that made me wet, that made me obey.
I didn’t ask questions, I walked hurriedly to the bed, and climbed on, looking a question to him as he walked in after me.
“Downward” he commanded, and, with only a second of hesitation I assumed the position I knew he meant. Head down on the bed, hands reached forward, knees together, ass raised. If he was going to take me before we left, we’d be late, or might never get there.
He came by the bed and lifted my dress, pulling it all the way to, but not over my head, blocking my vision. He slipped his fingers under the lace of my panties and drew then down my legs.
“You won’t wear these tonight.”
I shivered, but I lifted my knees, then feet to let him get them all the way off. Then he left the bed for a moment, and I heard him cross the bedroom to the bureau and open one of the drawers.
My breathing was already ragged as he came back to the bed. I jumped a little, and moaned as he delved a finger between my legs, gathering my wetness. Then his fingers were spreading the cheeks of my ass apart, and I felt the cool smooth touch of metal right at my backdoor.
“You’ll wear this instead. All night,” and he pushed the plug, lubricated with my own arousal, into my ass.
The evening ahead took on an entirely different dimension. Once the plug was firmly seated in place, Lee carefully pulled my dress back into place and took my hand as I gingerly climbed of the bed. I could feel its presence, its weight shifting inside me as I moved, and imagined sitting and standing, and dancing in the company of his co-workers and friends.
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