Free The Master by Tara Sue Me

and her shoulders slumped. “It’s embarrassing, Sir.”
    “Then you didn’t learn the lesson completely yesterday. Look me in the eyes and recite the sentence you finally came up with using ‘should have.’”
    Her face grew red, more with anger than shame if he had to guess, but she spoke calmly, “As I straddled his hips, I saw how big his cock was and realized I
should have
used more lube before inviting him to fuck my ass.”
    He’d selected that particular sentence because it brought up a topic he wanted to discuss. “Have you ever invited anyone to fuck your arse, Sasha?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “But per your checklist, you’ve had anal sex?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Did you like it?”
    “No, Sir.”
    If she didn’t like it, odds were the previous Doms she’d been with had been novices and possibly rushed things. If he was with her, he’d take his time getting her body ready to accept him. He would teach her how to relax and open herself for him. He ached to have her in his bed for one night. Little by little he’d show her mind and body pleasures unknown. He’d make sure she could never claim not to like anal sex again.
    He needed to stop thinking like that. But still the image of her on all fours, offering herself to him, wouldn’t leave his mind.
    “Were you able to orgasm whilst having a cock up your arse?”
    “Once, Sir.”
    “Once.” He spoke the word with as much disdain as possible. “What happened the other times?”
    “They would finish, pull out, and get me off some other way.”
    He decided to keep his opinions to himself. After all, he didn’t know the entire situation. And since he would never have anal sex with her, it didn’t matter.
    “Tell me how you arrived at the second purpose for yesterday’s lesson.”
    She steeled her spine, straightened her shoulders, and took a deep breath. “I was talking to Julie about how badly I wanted an orgasm, and she said I should just ask you for one. It occurred to me then, that might have been your purpose with yesterday’s exercise.”
    He schooled his features, ensuring he didn’t show anything other than pleasure that she’d shared honestly with him. “See how easy that was?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, but continued. “You have a question for me?”
    She wanted to deny it, the idea seemed to hold some merit for her, but she looked straight at him and said, “I would like your permission to have an orgasm, Sir.”
    He was suddenly glad she didn’t answer his question the first time, because it gave him an idea. “Of course. In fact, for the next three days, you may come as often as you’re able.” She opened her mouth, probably to thank him, so he went on. “With conditions. Do you have an anal plug?”
    She didn’t appear as happy as she had been moments before. “No, Sir.”
    “Wait here for a moment.”
    He slipped into his bedroom and took a wrapped package from the nightstand’s bottom drawer. Sasha was still frowning when he handed it to her.
    “It’s a medium-sized one. You’re not an anal virgin, so you don’t need a small one, but you haven’t had overly positive experiences, so it’s smaller than, say, my cock.”
    She stared at the wrapped plug as if it would bite her.
    “My condition is, you may come as often as you’re able as long as you’re wearing the plug. In fact, I command you to have at least two orgasms a day for the next three days.”
    She was silent.
    “You’re forgetting something, Sasha.”
    “Yes, Sir, I understand your instructions.”
    He crossed his arms and waited. She shifted her weight.
    When it became obvious she wasn’t going to say anything else, he spoke.
    “You thanked me a few days ago for saying Peter wouldn’t be calling you again. What did I say in response?”
    She repeated his words flawlessly. “Thank me when I show you mercy or when I allow you to climax.”
    “Where’s your journal?”
    She nodded toward the corner where she’d placed her personal