The Canvas of Submission - Part 3

Marco's gift is not just a beautiful object; it's a constant, exquisite torture. With every move she makes, a relentless fire of arousal courses through Laura's veins, a secret torment hidden beneath her clothes. But the gift comes with a cruel rule: the pleasure it creates is forbidden. Her body is a canvas of simmering desire, yet the final release is a privilege she is no longer entitled to. It belongs to him. This absolute control, this ownership of her most intimate sensations, excites Laura more than she dares to admit. 

The thought of his return consumes her, a silent obsession she would die before revealing. And when he arrives, she will have to do more than just obey.

Tags: BDSM romance, Dark erotic romance, Dominant male, Submissive female, Billionaire romance, Ownership, Power play, Sex

Words: 6409

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Those two days were hell for Laura. Her gaze constantly wandered to the butt plug that Marco had left on the table. The thought of having it inside her filled her with disgust. Not because she had never wanted to try a plug, but because it was at his command. But at the same time... that dark, unsettling spark that his commands had awakened in her was still there, quietly smoldering beneath the surface. And the fact that she had obeyed his command and denied herself any orgasm for those two days also aroused her, even though she hated herself for it.

The day after next, in the evening, less than an hour before his announced arrival, she was standing naked in the bathroom, the butt plug cold in her palm. Her heart was pounding like crazy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror - at the frightened, humiliated woman with the gold chain and the letter 'M' on her neck. She hated herself for what she was about to do. But she knew she didn't want to disobey Marco.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her frayed nerves. She took the lubricant she had hastily bought, knowing that without it, it would be even worse. She applied it to her fingers and then to the tip of the plug. The cool gel sent a shiver through her.

Then, with immense effort, she bent forward slightly, spreading the cheeks of her ass with one hand and with the other, she placed the tip of the plug against her tight, virgin anal entrance. She hesitated. This was something completely new, something she had never tried before.

She pushed. At first, she only felt resistance, an unpleasant pressure. Her muscles instinctively clenched, resisting the invasion. She stopped, breathing deeply, trying to relax. Then she tried again, this time slower, more gently, with more lubricant. The tip of the plug slowly, reluctantly, penetrated inside. It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling. She moaned, not from pain, but rather from the unfamiliar pressure and humiliation.