“No,” Sebastian admits. “Though it was interesting to watch your reaction.”
I punch his arm. “Stop laughing at me,” I tell him. “Else I’m going back out there and focusing on my pool game.”
“Oh, you’ll be focusing on your pool game tonight,” Daniel says blandly. “In fact, it’s to give you a little bit of extra incentive that we’ve brought you here.” He stops in front of a door and waves his wallet at it. The lock turns green and he turns the handle. “Come on, Bailey,” he invites. “Or are you afraid?”
“Of you?” I give him my most challenging look, and move into the room, with an exaggerated sway of my hips. “Definitely not.”
The sparsely decorated room we enter looks like a disused conference room. There’s nothing the slightest bit erotic about it, yet my eyes fixate on the table in the middle of the room, and I wonder if we are going to have sex on it.
“No, we aren’t,” Sebastian interprets my expression correctly. “But I like the way you think. Drop your pants, honey. We have a present for you.”
The present is a glass butt plug. It looks intimidating and heavy, and I gulp. In theory, I’m game for anal sex. In practice? I can’t see how this object is going to fit in my ass.
“Relax, we have lube,” Daniel says. He notices that I’m still clothed. “Pants down, Bailey,” he scolds. “We’re running out of time. You need to practice your pool game.”
“With the butt plug in me?” I squeak, my voice shrill. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely,” Sebastian says. “Daniel and I have been chatting about your game. There’s nothing wrong with your mechanics. You just don’t think you can win. So, today, we are giving you something else to focus on.”
“A butt plug?” Though I remain skeptical, my hands are undoing the waistband on my jeans, and pushing them down to my knees, along with my panties. “The great secret to helping me at pool is to stuff a butt plug up my ass? How on earth did I fail to think of that?”
Smack. Daniel’s palm connects with my ass in a stinging blow. Undoubtedly, this is punishment for the sarcasm. I turn to look at him, and find his eyes twinkling at me. “Want another?”
The stinging has faded into a dull prickle, but the gush of wetness from my core remains. I liked that. I liked the unexpected harshness of that slap. The slight sense of danger I feel turns me on. “Whatever,” I say flippantly, knowing that I’ll make him mad.
His lips curl into a smile. His palm connects harshly once again with my bottom. “Bend over the table,” he orders.
I obey, my breasts mashing into the cool glass of the tabletop, and Sebastian gently kicks my legs open wide. “You spread for us, do you understand?”
“If I feel like it.” My words are airy, my body begs for another hard slap. I get one, but this time, Daniel’s palm doesn’t hit my ass. He connects with my pussy and I hiss in pain as a sharp ache radiates from the spot where I’ve been spanked.
Sebastian’s hands steady me instantly, his fingers soothing me. “Let’s get the plug in.” He brushes away a strand of hair from my face, and his lips find mine. “You okay, Bailey?” he whispers. “It’s just a game. It stops whenever you say so.”
“I know.” My voice is hushed. “I’m fine. It feels good to let go.”
“There’s always a safety net, sweetheart,” Daniel’s voice is quiet. “You won’t fall. We won’t let you.”
Did Daniel just call me sweetheart? What the heck is that about? I want to stop and process that, but I feel the trickle of lube at my anus, and one of them inserts two fingers into me to prepare me for the plug.
My ass is still warm from my earlier spanks, my pussy already wet. When the two of them push the butt plug slowly and steadily into my anus, there’s a burning stretch, but I’m still turned on.
“Are you trying to push a watermelon up there?” I bite out. “How big does this plug need to be, anyway?”
Sebastian enters my line of sight. “Bailey,” he shakes his head, smirking. “You have seen my dick, haven’t you? Trust me, you’ll appreciate our consideration when it’s time for both of us to take you.”