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instruction, but it did, and worst of all, her husband knew it.
    ‘Hurry up and get yourself off to the ladies’. We wouldn’t want to miss the flight, now would we?’
    Max gave her a pat on the bottom, and she scurried off in the direction of the lounge bathroom. Fortunately, all the cubicles appeared to be empty. She locked herself into the one furthest from the door, and took a deep breath before removing the butt-plug from its box. She’d never worn anything like this before, which was no doubt why Max had chosen one with such a slender shaft, ideal for a novice. Even so, the thought of being pegged in such an intimate fashion made her stomach churn. Aware that time was passing and their flight might be closed at any moment, she reached up under her skirt and tugged down her panties. A tell-tale dampness in the crotch gave away her excitement at submitting to Max’s kinky demand, and she couldn’t deny that she wanted to do this, whatever the rational part of her brain might tell her.
    Tearing open the lubricant sachet, she smeared most of its contents over the plug, and the rest at the entrance to her arse. The lube was unusually thick, designed especially for anal play, and carried a cherry scent that she suspected was Max’s idea of a joke, given it was her first time. Jessica was glad no one was around to see her anointing her rear hole with the cool, sticky goo.
    Reaching behind herself, she pressed the tip of the plug home. It slipped in far more easily than she might have imagined, cold metal sliding up into her hot, clutching passage, and she groaned at the penetration. No more than a couple of inches long, the plug was big enough to make her aware of its presence with every movement, but not so big that it would become uncomfortable with extended wear. Though surely Max couldn’t mean for her to wear it throughout the whole journey? Antigua was around eight hours away, then there was a connecting flight to one of the smaller British Virgin Islands, and a boat ride from there to Isla Barada. Once he’d satisfied himself that she had followed his instructions, hopefully he’d relent and let her take it out. Anything else would be pure torment.
    Pulling up her panties and making herself respectable once more, Jessica flushed the toilet. She hadn’t heard anyone come in while she’d been fiddling with the butt-plug, but it was always best to be on the safe side. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror that ran the length of the wall as she splashed water on her face, she noted the redness in her cheeks and the glittering brightness of her eyes. She’d found herself taking shorter steps than usual as she exited the cubicle, trying to minimise the movement of the toy inside her, but its very presence was stimulating her beyond belief. How foolish she’d been to think that Max’s display of dominance over her had been a one-off. She only hoped he wouldn’t think of trying to enforce this strange brand of discipline on her in front of Damon Barada or the guests of the resort; that would be too humiliating for words.
    Taking a deep breath, she went to join Max in the lounge once more.
    ‘That was good timing,’ he said as she approached him, the smirk on his face telling her he knew just how much of an effort she was having to expend to keep her breathing, her motions, her demeanour as close to normal as she could. ‘They’ve just made the final call. Let’s not keep them waiting any longer.’
    Jessica followed Max out of the lounge, heading in the direction of Gate 17. He walked at a fast pace, causing her to scamper to keep up with him. The pressure of the plug in her arse was sheer torture, and she almost begged Max to slow down. But that would have been admitting he’d won even before the game – and on one level that was all this was, just a cruel, teasing game – had properly begun. So she bit back the whimpers of frustration and need and trotted obediently after him.
    They were the last