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She squeaked again.

Shaking his head, he rubbed lube around her entrance, humming to the music playing from the speakers. Dipping his finger in his palm again and again, he circled and pressed, circled and pressed, until the stubborn ring of muscle gave in to his demands.

She bit her tongue to keep a moan from escaping. Her hole burned just from the penetration of his fingertip, but he didn’t stop. Rolling his finger in the lube this time, he pushed in hard and deep, spearing heat into her back passage.

Her voice found freedom once two thick fingers rocked in and out of her butt, prying her open and frying her nerves. “S-Sir, please—”

“There she is.” Nodding in approval, Merrick twisted his hand, pouring what lube was left in his palm over his fingers. “I’m gonna be throwing a lot at you tonight, little owl. I want your busy brain occupied.” Lips pursing, he studied the tray carefully, then picked up something small and metal. “This little thing is gonna remind you how important your voice is, and serve as motivation to remember your honorifics.”

Eyes wide, she licked her lips nervously, cringing when two inches of cold steel slid almost effortlessly into her bottom. Hips immobile, there was no way to avoid it. “W-What is it?”

A lazy arch of his eyebrow accompanied his satisfied smile. “I’m so glad you asked, darlin’. More, I’m pleased you’ve forgotten your manners already—two twists should help with that forgetfulness.”

Two twists of what?

Being Merrick, he didn’t give her a lot of time to wonder. His wrist flicked twice, and the metal thing in her butt spread open slightly, not quite as wide as his finger. “Hope you’re a quick learner, Tamsyn. Now, where were we?”

Bewildered, she blinked at him. What was happening? They were bouncing from needles to restraints, butt torture to orgasms. Was he trying to drive her insane or was that just some nifty side benefit for him?

Tsking softly, he wrenched the device again. “Vocal responses, Tamsyn.”

Insanity wasn’t his goal, she realized. He was going to kill her by the time the night was over: death by butt stuff.

“M-Master M-Merrick, please, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Just that will do nicely, little owl.” Giving her thigh a pat, he plucked several disposable wipes from the table and cleaned off his hands thoroughly. The soiled wipes were tossed into a box beneath the table, then he was on his knees. “You have permission to come.”

A hot tongue swiped leisurely up her slit, the tip flicking her clit.

Merrick grunted in satisfaction. “If a few minutes of ass play arouses you this much, darlin’, I can’t wait to see how wet you get when I bury my cock in you.”

Maybe she should just beg him to do it. The unknown was the scariest part, but she kinda knew what to expect, right? It wasn’t like he hadn’t already been inside her; it was just a different… tighter… dirtier hole.

A moan whispered free as his tongue licked into her; the rasp of his thumbs on her lips, pulling them apart so he could trace the slick opening of her sex, was a stark contrast to the softness of his tongue.

If she asked, would he do it?

She’d rather take his cock up her butt than be tied down and poked with needles until her brain dissolved into a stew of panic and terror, even if therewardswere… “Oh God.”

Pleasure prickled as her inner muscles jerked, responding to the purposeful licks. She definitely wasn’t dry down there, not anymore. The more his tongue attacked her, the wetter she became until she felt her own juices leaking out of her.

Of course, Merrick’s magical mouth didn’t let a single drop escape. He drank from her as though she was the fountain of youth, greedy and demanding. Her hips tried to lift, to buck, to be equally as demanding, but the strap offered no give.

Her hands clenched, her arms straining against the restraints. Desperate to grasp his head, to take his hair in her fists and do something unbecoming like shove his face into her sex. “Please, please, please.”

The thing in her butt widened.

“Sir!” Her voice cracked as she hastily added the honorific. “Please, Sir!”

Vibrations thrummed through her flesh when he chuckled, deep and amused. “What do you need, Tamsyn?”

“You! You, please, Sir.”

“Not yet. Soon.”

Damn him. Growling with frustration, she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, willing the orgasm to take shape. There was a shift between her legs, movement, and a few seconds later something buzzed to life.

A cold, smooth object the size of her fist replaced Merrick’s tongue, and she realized the vibrations of his chuckle were nothing compared to what the buzzing thing was doing to her. It pressed against her clit, her spine going rigid as it tried to arch beneath the leather captors holding her down, and pleasure ricocheted through her body faster than a bullet.