“Say it.”“I understand,” I whispered, still staring at that, and imagining the pain that one would cause. He picked up the smallest sound from the velvet roll, the one he'd used first, still slick with lube from earlier. He didn't bother coating it again. There was enough residue on the steel to ease its passage. He positioned himself between my legs again, and I felt the familiar pressure at my slit as the cold tip of the steel pressed against the opening that was still sensitive from the largest sound passage.He pushed, and the sound slid into me with almost no resistance. My body remembered the shape of it, the path it had carved, and the steel found its way home with a slick, wet sound that made my cheeks burn. He pushed it deeper, and I felt the fullness of it, the familiar pressure against my inner walls, and then he stopped, leaving it seated inside me.“Now the plug,” he said.He withdrew the sound in one smooth motion, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. Before I could a
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