Hello lovelies! This is the begin of a fun mini-series featuring Alice and Reuben. You can learn more about them on my user account.

Content: humiliation, degradation, public play

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“Sir, you realize this is going to get me in trouble, right?”

“Good thing you like to be in trouble, you pocket-sized fleshlight.”

“Your insults are getting boring, repetitive, and uncreative,” I lied.

He grabbed me by the ponytail and jerked me to a halt, not caring if the people behind us crashed into him. Holding my hair and pulling me back, he growled in my ear. “I’ll show you just how fucking creative I can be, you… half-thawed microwave dinner.”

I snorted. “Okay. That’s just gross.”

He let go of my hair and smacked my ass. “Go.” The smack was enough to make me feel the plug in my ass even more than before and I squirmed.

I rolled my eyes, knowing I’d get paddled for it later but not caring.

TSA was a bitch, but we had pre-check. That was all fine and dandy, but we still had to walk through the human-sized metal detectors. Of course, I was stopped. Because I had a frickin’ plug in my ass.

“You’ll have to remove that,” the guy said, motioning to my collar. Ah, my gorgeous collar that I loved so much. I begrudgingly unbuckled it and set it in on the conveyer belt. The guy scanned me with a hand-held scanner, and hesitated when he picked up on something. He swiped back over my breasts and pursed his lips as the metal detector buzzed softly.

Right about then was when the plug in my ass started to buzz slowly.

Fucking. Asshole. Husband.

“Come with me, ma’am.” He motioned me behind a little curtain.

I looked back at Reuben. He wasn’t even looking at me. “Ugh,” I groaned, but followed the guy behind the curtain.

“I need you to lift up your shirt,” he said. Honestly, as a barely reformed slut, I didn’t have a issue exposing myself. It was the rest of the shit Reuben had dressed me up in today that I was concerned about.

I lifted my shirt and pushed my bra cups out of the way, letting him see the piercings in my nipples. He could also see the piercing in my belly and the chains that connected the piercings together. He nodded awkwardly then motioned for me to put my clothes back down. He continued swiping the metal detector over my body, pausing as he got to my hips.

“Um,” he said. “Wait here, please.” The guy stepped apart and mumbled something into his walkie talkie.

Great. Just great. I felt antsy and a little embarrassed. Why the hell was Reuben making me do this? Was this payback for telling him in explicit detail about how Simon had fucked me while he pierced my nipples? Yes, probably.

The plug in my ass changed vibration. I staggered slightly and forced myself to remain standing.

A few minutes later, the TSA agent returned with two other guys. They were big, scary looking fuckers, all tall and burly and tattooed and shit. Just my type.

Of course, almost everyone was big compared to me. It was hard being half an inch under five feet. I couldn’t even ride the Ferris wheel at the fair without wearing platform shoes.

“Ma’am, you’re going to have to lift up your skirt,” one of the men said, a mocking expression on his face. The other was staring at me angrily and pulling on a pair of latex gloves.

Um… shit. This is getting real.

“You know, gentlemen, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation to this,” I said, doing and doing as they requested. I gulped at their expressions. “That explanation is, my husband is an asshole.”

“Turn around please,” the other one said, his face deadpan and his voice monotone. “Spread your feet wide and bend at the hip.”

I’m gonna kick my Dom in the shins when this is over. But I did as he asked. I had disobeyed Reuben earlier today when he’d told me to wear panties to the airport. I’d told him I was out of panties, that he’d ruined them all during our honeymoon. That was a lie, I’d hardly worn any the whole time. But we were running late to the airport and he chose not to fight that battle.

Now I knew why.

The obnoxious one scoffed at me as he noticed I was commando. The deadpan one with the gloves knelt behind me, his face directly behind my exposed sex. I hated that this whole scenario was turning me on. Damnit, why do I have to be such a horny mess, I wondered. Now not only am I naked and exposed, I’m getting wet, and they’re gonna see.

“Please put your hands on the wall where I can see them.”

Reluctantly, I did so. If it were Reuben, I would have bratted him. But I knew better than to disobey TSA, especially when I was already in such a precarious position. They had tasers, and could block me from flying in the future.

The obnoxious one put his thumbs in his pockets and smirked at me. “Miss, why are the metal detectors picking up a metal object in your ass?”

I bit back a growl as I looked him in the eye. “Because there’s a metal butt plug in my ass,” I mumbled.

The first TSA agent, the awkward embarrassed one, was now checking my suitcase, removing everything and shaking it out, piling it on the table beside him. People couldn’t see me, but they could absolutely see the contents of my suitcase being laid out. “Miss, what is in this container?” he asked, holding up a barely legal 5 ounce container of lube.

“It’s lube,” I said, loudly and clearly. This day wasn’t gonna get any less embarrassing, so I decided to just go with whatever came my way. I choked as a strong burst of vibrations pulsed through the plug. I coughed to regain what was left of my dignity. Quieter, I said, “It’s lube, for the toys.”

“Paul,” the quiet one said to the snarky one. “Help me out here?”

Paul pulled on a pair of his own gloves and stood beside me, setting his hands on my ass cheeks and pulling them aside. Somehow that made the plug feel even more intense, and I took a steadying breath.

Paul looked to his deadpan buddy. “You got it, Stevie?”

Stevie took hold of the base of the plug, pulling on it subtly. I expected him to yank it out, but he didn’t, he just fiddled with it, turning it in place and pulling on it slightly, letting go of it and allowing it to slide back into me. The way he was moving it around and wiggling it inside me was making me lose control. I bit my lip and resisted the urge to moan.

“Miss, is there a reason why you are wearing this device?”

“Because my asshole husband thought it would be funny to publicly humiliate me?”

“Please refrain from language, miss.”

“Of course. My sincerest apologies. Let me rephrase. My husband is a poopy-head and thought it would be funny to embarrass me.”

“Miss, what is the liquid running down your legs?”

“I swear to God,” I muttered, but I took a breath and met Paul’s eyes. “Because, gentlemen, I sexually identify as a whore.”

Paul’s eyes gleamed. Behind me, Stevie’s deadpan façade broke for a second.

“That’s a hell of a juicy pussy, Stevie.”

“It is, Paul. It really is.”

Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.

“Does it smell good, Stevie?”

I gasped as I sensed Stevie’s face near me, but he never touched. “It sure does, Paul.”

Pulse-pulse-pulse. It was faster now and I tried not to squirm or shift but I could feel my exposed pussy quivering.

“If you touch me, he will literally kill you,” I warned. And the words popped out of my mouth before I even wondered to stop them. “I belong to Reuben Weston.”

I was met with murmurs and an impressed whistle from the TSA agents. I dropped my head in humiliation, blushing deeply.

“You can stand up, miss.”

“What, you’re not going to make me take it out?” I stammered.

“No miss,” Stevie said as he stood. “I checked the device. it is, as you say, just a plug.”

“Cool. Great. Can I go now?” I stood up and dropped my dress, almost writhing now. I was even more turned on than I was when Reuben had put the plug in. The vibrations had changed to short, strong bursts that felt like I was being thrust into.

“As soon as Micky finishes checking your bag.”

“What’s this, miss?” Micky asked, holding up another container.

“Dish soap,” I stammered, speaking too loudly again.

“Why dish soap?”

I gestured to the collection of toys that Reuben had packed in my suitcase instead of his own. “For the sex toys, Micky. It’s for the sex toys.”

Micky blushed and nodded, and then motioned to my suitcase, currently splayed open with contents and toys everywhere on the table. “I’ve finished checking your bag, miss. You’re free to repack it and be on your way.”

“Thank you all so much.” I rolled my eyes and stomped to the table, shoving shit back in my suitcase as quickly as efficient.

It took a lot to embarrass me, but the three agents combined with the whispers from the other passengers from my toy display was doing it for me. And honestly, not in a bad way. More like in a “I need to mount my Dom and grind myself on his lap until he forces me to come a few times” sort of way.

I looked up at a familiar chuckle. Reuben was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He sauntered over like he was so damn proud of himself, standing by and watching me repack. “Are you almost done,” he asked.

“You’re a dick.”

He chuckled again.

“I could have been arrested, Reuben,” I growled. “People end up on the no-fly list for this shit! What would you do if I got stranded in Alaska?”

“You know I wouldn’t have let that happen,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me. Then he bent over to whisper in my ear. “How wet are you?”

I growled, not answering.

He laughed at me and ruffled my hair. “Guess we’ll find out on the plane. Come on, we have time for lunch before the flight.”

“I thought you said we were late!”

“Oh, I must have misread the boarding time.”

I shook my head in disgust. He ignored me.

“When can I take it out,” I whined, forcing my suitcase closed and zipping it shut. He helped me haul it off the table and set it upright on the floor.

“You can take it out when I say so. Until then, you’re going to enjoy having your filthy little hole stretched for me.” He turned off the vibrations and started walking away at a brisk pace. Thank God he turned off the damn vibe. I never would have been able to catch up with him otherwise, and he knew it.

We found a bar next to our gate and grabbed a table in the back. I grunted as I sat down. Not only was I dripping and horny, the plug felt weird to sit in. He adjusted the settings on his phone to make the buzzing even worse.

“Westons! Enjoying your travel so far?”

I looked up in astonishment to see Paul, the cocky TSA agent. Stevie and Micky were beside him, holding back laughs.

“Damnit,” I muttered. “You know them, don’t you? This was a setup. You… jerk.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and I realized I just broke the rule about calling him names in front of his friends.

“To answer your question, little bug… we were running late. For the end of Micky, Paul, and Stevie’s shift.”

His TSA buddies sat in the empty chairs beside us and Reuben ordered a round of beers. “How many times did she call me names?” Reuben asked his friends.

“I knew this was a set-up.” We had a rule about that and I was about to be in so much damn trouble.

“Oh, a few times.”

“Yeah, I lost count.”

“I’d say at least six.”

I slammed my hands on the table. “It was not six–“

“And how many times did she roll her eyes?”

“Oh man, definitely more than six.”

“They’re lying, Sir.”

“You have quite a punishment stored up, don’t you, little bug?” He stared at me with a gleam in his eyes. “Sure would be a shame if I were to turn that plug back on and not let you finish tonight.”

I might have been a brat ninety per cent of the time, but being teased all day and not finishing was my least favorite way to be punished. So I swallowed my pride and looked up at him with as much adoration as I could drag up. “Please don’t do that to me, Sir,” I whispered.

“Hm…” he took my face in his hands and drew me closer to him, tilting his head slightly as he did.

Oh no. Oh fuck. He’s gonna kiss me–

In a moment, I was swept away, not caring about anything other than his mouth on mine. His mouth was demanding, his teeth bit into my tender lips, and a low growl rose up from his chest. He murmured against my mouth, “come for me. Nice and quiet, baby. That’s right… Mmm. good girl, Alice. That’s my good girl.”

As he pulled away from me, I sat there in astonishment as my post-orgasmic bliss made me feel like I was glowing. Reuben pulled away and took another sip of his drink.

Pulse-pulse-pulse. I jumped. Shit, I hadn’t wondered about the ramifications of the orgasm. Coming in public was one thing, but an orgasm this early in the game with Reuben Weston?

Ugh. It was gonna be a very long rest of the day.