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give me permission to try. I’m asking you to trust me the way I’ve always trusted you.”
    His vise-like grip on my body relaxed. I held up the butt plug, one of the smaller silicone ones with a ring at the end where I could insert my finger. Barely three-inches long. Perfect for training purposes. He’d used it on me on countless occasions. “Remember this?”
    “Your first butt plug.”
    “Now it’s going to be yours.”
    He exhaled loudly through his mouth. “No.”
    “Let me start with a finger. Just a finger.” I never really expected him to agree to the butt plug. If he dismissed the plug, he might accept a finger. He used the same technique on me all the time. First he showed me the huge dildo, knowing I’d automatically say no, and then he showed me a less intimidating size, which I was far more likely to agree to. You taught me well, Master .
    “A finger,” I repeated. “If you don’t like it, we’ll never try it again.”
    His butt cheeks clenched tight.
    “Trust me. Submit to me. Completely,” I whispered. “You’ve never led me astray, never pushed me too far. Surrender to me.” The words flowed out of me, as sweet as honey, because I’d heard them so often in the past.
    He nodded. “All right. Only a finger.”
    After applying extra lube to the glove, I gently probed his anus, massaging its outer rim, and penetrating one unhurried inch at a time. When his sphincter relaxed, I pushed deeper, locating the slight bulge that was his prostate. He didn’t know it yet, but when I started to rub, he’d go wild with pleasure, and if I sucked him at the same time, well, that would double the intensity of his orgasm.
    I looked at his face. His features relaxed. He closed his eyes, and he seemed to be enjoying my probing finger.
    “How does it feel?” I asked.
    “Good.” He didn’t say anything else.
    Carefully, I inserted a second finger, finding the walnut-shaped gland and stroking in a regular rhythm. His erection returned to life, and I smiled, watching his cock lengthen and harden. Soon, I’d take him in my mouth again.
    Dylan inhaled sharply. “Ahhhhh. Real good. Right there.”
    “Like this?” I massaged the same spot, switching to circular motions.
    “Ahhhh. Yes, Mistress.” He closed his eyes. The muscles in his thighs tensed. “Fucking fantastic. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
    Just as I predicted, he was so into this. Pleasing him gave me a thrill like nothing else. “How about another blowjob, Dylan?”
    “I’ll never say no to a blowjob, Mistress.”
    I devoured him whole, taking him to the back of my throat, sucking faster and harder. When he moaned uncontrollably, I slowed to prolong his enjoyment. My fingers kept pace with my mouth, and I stroked in and out, focusing on the small gland.
    Tonight, I decided when he had an orgasm. Not him. Me. Mistress Bethany.
    I made him wait. And wait.
    My tongue teased his cock, flattening against the head. Two fingers probed deep into his ass.
    Now.
    I raised my head and stared into his eyes. “You can come now.”
    I took him deep, hollowing my cheeks and continuing to suck. He was close. So close. His hips thrust forward, and hot cum streamed to the back of my throat. Greedily, I swallowed. More liquid spurted on my tongue. Shudders spread through Dylan’s body, and when he finally lay still, I gave his cock one final lick and let it rest against his thigh. I slipped my fingers out of his ass and removed the glove.
    His expression? Pure bliss.
    Insanely happy with myself, I unfastened the Velcro straps— striiiip, striiiiip, striiip —and lay on top of him, tired, worn out from the mental stress of it all. Being a Domme was a lot tougher than being a sub. There were so many decisions to make, and so much to plan. Although I hadn’t planned nearly enough, things turned out okay. Hell, a lot better than okay.
    “Did you like it?” I asked, snuggling into his chest, already knowing the answer.
    “God, yes.”