The email had been very precise and detailed, and she had no confusion as to what was expected of her prior to Lucas’s return. She was positioned just before the door; the first thing he’d see when he walked in. Bent forward with her rear facing the entrance, her privates were on display, the image enhanced by the butt plug planted deep in her ass, the base a jeweled stem that stood just outside her anus. She felt so full; this was a much bigger plug than she was used to, one he’d selected just last week for her to wear the next time she came over for the weekend. For three nights a week, she would play these scenes of wanton wildness so different from what she’d ever believed herself capable of. Now here she was, kneeling on all fours just inside Lucas’s hallway, waiting for his return from his trip and dressed in nothing but that delicious butt plug. Alyssa rested her cheek against the cool marble floor, her mind reeling as she thought of how far she’d come since that night in the BDSM club all those weeks ago.
