My head was pushed down, my knees spread wide. My pussy was already gushing. Like last night, I was in spotlight, while the rest of the room was in darkness. Spotlights in both the playroom and the bedroom? Nicely done, Mr. Clayborn, I thought wryly. “Stay put, Maya. I’ll be right back,” Ryan said. I stayed as he’d positioned me, feeling very exposed. The bedroom was warm, the heat enveloping me like a blanket. I could hear the noises of the street, muted by the closed windows. I could feel the almost-painful ache of my pussy. My nipples felt elongated, sensitive. Despite the heat, goosebumps rose on my skin. I took deep breaths, trying for calm. Ryan wasn’t gone long. “Maya,” he said, as he returned, an undercurrent of laughter in his voice. “I seem to recall that you were interested in trying out a larger size of butt plug, weren’t you?” I gulped.
