Up the stairs to discover her gifts

“Slower, Detective,” Marc ordered, following Sinead up the stairs.

While the redhead has a small bust, her ass was a perfect example of what a slender woman would aspire to carry around. It was full and firm without looking huge on her, built over what Marc could only assume was years of athletics as a teen and long into adulthood. It jiggled just enough to entice, and her hips naturally swayed as she walked. Especially as she climbed the stairs up to his loft.

Sinead looked over her shoulder at Marc and realized why he was demanding she walk slower and shot him a scowl, but she followed the order.

Marc smiled to himself and watched as the beautiful detective climbed his stairs. It was a simple pleasure, but one he enjoyed immensely.

At the top, in the loft portion of the apartment, he directed Sinead with a light hand in the centre of her back, just below her shoulder blades. She tensed slightly, her skin goose-pimpling under his touch, but didn’t object. He turned her toward the bed and stopped her at the foot, standing next to her.

“These are for you, Detective,” he said. The dress was sleek and black and would hug her body tightly at the stomach and hips but remained loose and daring at the bust. Only a woman with the build of Sinead would be able to carry it off - he bought different styles of dresses for Felicity with her exceptionally large bust, and it had been a fun diversion to find something he thought would suit the Detective. Along with the dress were matching heels - he’d been conservative with the stilettos and chosen a simple three-inch heel and closed-toe since it was winter, though he had a feeling Sinead could wear taller. He had also lain out a simple necklace and earring combo in silver, which would match her silver French-tipped nails by kismet.

“Um…” Sinead said, looking at the outfit. Well, that and the final piece of accessory that was laid out for her. “Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s a plug anal,” Marc said with a soft smile. “A buttplug, though I think it sounds better in French, yes?”

Sinead shook her head slowly, not responding to him.

“Detective, I am surprised,” Marc said. “You have not used a plug anal before?”

“No,” Sinead said, then looked at him. The anger and frustration were gone for the moment, replaced by uncertainty. “I’ve never, ah…”

“Ah, je comprends,” Marc nodded and rubbed his hand softly on her bare back to assure her. “This is new for you. Don’t worry, petite rebelle, it is simple and I think you will find it pleasurable after the initial surprise. And it is fairly self-explanatory to use, but it is necessary.” He let his voice harden a little, to make the following an order even though he offered her options. “Would you like to put it in yourself, or would you prefer if I help you?”

She swallowed and looked back at the dress, shoes, jewellery and buttplug. She picked up the silver device and held it, feeling the weight of it and rubbing her finger along the smooth, metallic surface. “I- I’ll do it,” she said.

“Bien,” Marc nodded and then gestured her towards the en suite. “You may go into the washroom. There is anal lube ready on the counter for you.”

Sinead was flushed a little pink as she gripped the plug tighter and stared at the open door to the washroom and then walked toward it without looking back at Marc again. Her expression was conflicted, which told Marc that he was walking a fine line here. An anal virgin, he thought, still a little surprised by that revelation. With her ass, tough demeanour, secret kinky side and the fact that she’d been married - Marc had assumed she would have at least experimented herself, if not with her ex-husband. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it; at his age virginity was almost a turn-off because it meant the woman wasn’t sure what she wanted or liked. It was one of the many reasons he’d taken up his arrangement with Felicity to begin with.

But he had Felicity, and Astrid’s quips were still in his head. About breaking in his new playmate properly, and how Felicity had been ‘too easy.’

Sinead was a challenge, and a woman who seemed worth the effort.

“Marc?” Sinead called. She’d entered the washroom and had mostly closed the door, but left it open a crack. Marc hadn’t even noticed that until she called for him, and he wondered if she’d done that on purpose hoping that he would peek. Or checking if he would after he’d offered her privacy.

Marc went to the door and opened it fully, finding Sinead standing in front of the sink and mirror, looking at him with that same conflicted expression with a touch more embarrassment thrown in now. The bottle of lube was in front of her and she was holding the plug. “Yes?” he asked.

“I… Can you…?” she asked.

“Can I what?” Marc asked back, knowing he was toying with her a little.

Her embarrassment subsided slightly to be replaced by frustration. “If you want this in my ass, you’ll need to do it yourself,” she said. “I can’t.”

Marc tutted as he smiled and entered the washroom, moving to stand beside her. “Of course, ma petite rebelle,” he said. “Now, bend over slightly and spread your legs.” She glared at him in the mirror but did so, pushing her bum out slightly. “Good,” Marc encouraged her. “Now, take this hand and spread your perfect little buttcheek for me.” She swallowed and did that, exposing some of her most intimate parts as she watched Marc like a hawk. But Marc didn’t even look, knowing the power he was holding over her. She wanted him to look, to be the monster that would **** her vulnerability.

The game wasn’t to give her what she wanted on the surface.

Marc picked up the bottle of lube and quickly applied a small dollop to his fore and middle finger, then placed that hand on the small of her back, slowly sliding the fingers down the cleft of her ass until he could feel the dimple of her asshole. At the same time, he maintained eye contact with Sinead in the mirror, and he could feel himself getting hard as she shuddered and her body clenched a little as his fingers found their target.

“Now breathe in,” Marc told her, and she did. “And out.” She exhaled slowly through her nose, and as she reached the end of the breath out Marc inserted his middle finger into her asshole up to the first knuckle.

“Tres bien, Detective,” Marc crooned softly. Her body was stiff now, her asshole clenching around his finger, but she didn’t cry out. Didn’t even tear up. She looked at him with an expression caught between shock and surprise.

“Now breathe again,” Marc ordered her, and after a moment she sucked in another breath. “Good,” Marc said softly. “We’ll go slow. Don’t worry.”

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