Aline Hunter - Make Me Shiver

She gasped when she felt his finger slide between her cheeks. He rotated the tip against the sensitive area before he slipped his finger inside. It didn’t hurt but felt odd, especially when he removed his finger only to return again with more of the slippery substance.

“Here we go. Take a deep breath and bear down. This plug is small, so you can get used to being stretched. If all goes well we’ll keep replacing them until you can take me without any discomfort.”

Something cold and hard prodded against her anus and slowly eased inside. It wasn’t bad at first, but as he kept going, she was tempted to ask him if he was certain it was the smallest size. Despite the lubrication it burned and was far from comfortable. She wasn’t sure anal sex was something she was interested in after all. He stopped and caressed her lower back.

“All done.”

He pulled up her panties, fixed her garters and moved her aside to wash his hands. She tried not to squirm but the thing deeply inside her ass was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t painful but definitely noticeable, creating fullness in a place she wasn’t accustomed to.

When she felt his hand at her elbow, she followed and tried to place one foot in front of the other without stumbling. It was more difficult to walk in the dark than she’d thought it would be.

Thankfully, Michael steered her perfectly. They stopped, he released her arm and she heard clothes shuffling.

“Stay still, angel. I’m going to wrap you in my coat.” He slid a garment around her shoulders.

“You’ll wear this when we’re outside but once we enter Fantasia it comes off.”

Panic arose, suffocating her. How in the world could she face a room full of people in nothing more than a corset, panties, garters, stockings and heels?

She struggled to remember the party at Brian and Trevor’s home. The submissives had been almost completely naked. Michael had allowed her to choose what she was comfortable in, which left her partially clothed but covered for the most part. He’d also said he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want.

“Are you having second thoughts? If you are, now’s the time to say so.”

“No, Master.”

He closed the coat, slowly brushing his fingers against her skin as he slid each button into its proper slot. She could feel his breath against her face, so much closer with the heels that made her come past his chest. When he finished, she waited until she heard the door open and he wrapped an arm around her waist to walk into the cold winter air. The car he arrived in was directly in front of her house. She heard the door open and was seated in seconds. As he slid in next to her, keeping her close at his side, she realized she was in a limousine again. The door closed, the car started moving and an unexpected tingling in her ass caused her to gasp and jerk.

Holy shit .

“Relax,” Michael murmured into her ear. He pulled the coat aside and placed his hand on her thigh. “We’ve got a long ride ahead of us.”

Relax? Was he insane?

If Michael had asked her minutes ago how she felt about a vibrating plug, her answer would have been less than enthusiastic. Now, when she was stuck in the back of a car with Michael who was dressed to kill and smelled so good she wanted to straddle him and take him for a test drive? The humming in her backside was doing something she would have never thought possible.

The evil, torturous device was turning her on.

Michael’s hard-on had finally subsided by the time they arrived at Fantasia. The entire trip he’d watched Lacey writhe in the seat as he played with the controller that stimulated the untouched nerve endings in her beautiful round bottom. Each time he’d upped the vibration she’d bitten her lip in an effort to remain quiet. He’d teased and tormented her until they were about ten minutes away before he shut the plug off and slipped the remote into his pocket.

She was nervous, he could tell. When she wasn’t wringing her fingers she was fiddling with the buttons on his coat. He had to give her credit. From the moment he’d entered her home, she’d done exactly as he’d instructed. Even though he’d sensed her hesitation when he warned her about what she could expect at the club, she’d accepted what he said without question. That alone told him she wanted this to work, which was a step in the right direction.

He almost didn’t want the ride to end. Once they crossed the threshold to the establishment he’d see how far her resolve went. Tonight he’d push her as far as he thought she would go, testing her limits. If she could trust him enough to take care of her, she’d see the risk was worth the reward.

If she couldn’t…

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

If Lacey removed the blindfold and walked out the door, he’d have no choice but to watch her go. He couldn’t change who he was to keep her. They either shared the same interests or they didn’t.

His parents had always had a level of trust he envied. If his father told his mother to do something, she never hesitated. The same went for his old man. Their loyalty and dedication were unshakable, even in death.

That was the kind of future he wanted for himself and the woman he shared his life with. The kink didn’t mean shit in the larger scheme of things. It was about the ability to place everything you were—heart and soul—in the hands of someone else and know they would never do anything to betray you, hurt you or use it against you.

The car stopped and he waited for Jacob to open the door before he urged Lacey to step out.

Jacob assisted her and moved back when Michael wrapped his arm around her and guided her toward the steps. He could feel her shaking but he wasn’t sure if it was the cold or fear that caused the reaction.

And there wasn’t any sense in trying to interpret which. As soon as they stepped inside, he’d know for certain.

“We’re going up stairs. I’ll count them off for you.”

He started counting as they climbed—one, two, three, four, five and six—and righted her when they reached the entrance. The building was understated. There were no lights or signs to indicate you were at a BDSM establishment. The location and purpose were a closely hidden secret. You only got into Fantasia with a direct invite, and those who were fortunate enough to become members were extremely picky about who they trusted with the address.

The moment they stepped inside, he waited for Lacey to reach for the blindfold or indicate she was having second thoughts. Aside from taking a deep breath, she didn’t imply in any way that she wasn’t ready to go through with what he had planned for her.

“Hello, Mike.” Anthony—the large Dom situated behind the desk—nodded at him. “It’s busy inside but Vaughn reserved a table for you. It’s the back booth next to the bar.”

“Thanks.” Michael walked to the desk and handed Anthony the consent form. “Have a good night.”

Anthony glanced at the papers, grinned and looked at Lacey. “You too.”

Michael walked Lacey to the door that would take them to a narrow hallway to the club. He opened it with his free hand, led her inside and stepped into place beside her. They walked in silence until they reached the final door, and he held his breath.

This was it. The moment of truth.

As they entered the club multiple voices, a few soft cries and the normal sounds from the bar rushed to greet them. There were four floors. The first was the basement, which had been remodeled into a dungeon where various scenes took place. The second was the floor connected to the main entrance, which had a bar, seating area and a couple places for open play. The third contained an assortment of rooms, some of which were themed and available for multiples play or private sessions.