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Unless she knew that a new client was particularly adventurous, she preferred to allow them the opportunity to determine their own limits for the first encounter. That not only made her client more comfortable, but often the choice revealed vital information she could use to her advantage.
    As Emily studied the selection of toys, Nat tilted her head and admired the red handprints she’d left on her luscious bottom. She was a sucker for a nice ass, and Emily’s was perfection. She couldn’t wait to run her tongue over every dip and curve, to make Emily squirm. Given the chance, Nat would worship her ass with a level of devotion she suspected Emily couldn’t conceive of. She’d happily do it for free.
    Emily turned and caught her staring. She hid her smile when Nat hardened her expression, then quickly lowered her gaze to the floor.
    Clearing her throat, Nat said, “Bring it here.” Emily crossed the room and handed her the bottle of lube and a slim purple plug—once again, not the biggest on the table, but not the smallest. “Nice choice.”
    “Thank you, mistress.”
    “Back on my lap,” Nat said, patting her thighs.
    Emily crawled into place without hesitation. She folded her arms on the mattress and rested her head upon them, then took a deep breath.
    “This will be easier if you relax,” Nat reminded her, and waited for her to exhale. She uncapped the bottle of lube. “Spread yourself open for me.”
    Emily obeyed. Though she couldn’t see her face, Nat imagined she was closing her eyes as she gripped her buttocks and exposed her puckered opening to the cool air. Pouring a generous amount of lube onto her fingers, Nat rubbed them together to warm the thick liquid, then carefully stroked the tight ring of muscle. She probed at her cautiously, thrilled to find her open and receptive to the gentle invasion of her fingertip to the first knuckle.
    She used her free hand to stroke Emily’s blond hair. “You’re doing so well, darling.”
    “Thank you.”
    Deciding not to reprimand Emily for forgetting to use her title, Nat slid in deeper. Emily groaned and rocked back onto her finger, taking her in all the way. Chuckling, Nat withdrew then pressed back inside. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”
    “Yes, mistress.”
    “So you’re just a natural at taking it in the ass?” Nat tightened her fingers in Emily’s hair and tugged. Time to unleash some of the harder language Emily had requested to see how it would be received. “Look at you, cunt dripping, fucking my finger like a goddamn anal whore.” Despite her rough language, she kept her thrusts slow and gentle, allowing Emily to set the pace with her counter-motion. “Nasty little bitch.”
    Emily moaned loudly, unrelenting in her wanton movements. “Yes, mistress.”
    “Are you ready for something bigger?” Nat withdrew her finger to the tip, released Emily’s hair to squeeze more lube into her hand, then pressed back in with two fingers. She moved torturously slow, pleased that Emily was still relaxed. “Sure you are, darling. Ask for something bigger.”
    “May I…may I have something bigger, mistress?”
    “Of course you may, you fucking slut.” Nat removed her fingers, squirting still more lube on the slim plug Emily had chosen. “And you’ll keep it there until I make you come.”
    Emily’s breathing stuttered as Nat swirled the lubricated tip of the toy around her anus. “Yes, mistress,” she whispered.
    Nat bit her lip as she pushed the toy inside. She darted her gaze to Emily’s shoulders, her hands, the back of her head, trying to monitor her reaction to the penetration. Anal sex could quickly turn unpleasant, especially for the uninitiated, and she wanted this to be a positive, pleasurable experience from start to finish. “Does that feel good? The truth.”
    “So good, mistress.”
    Emboldened by the naked desire in Emily’s throaty voice, Nat drove the plug in as deep as it could go. “You took that like a