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“Mmm-hmm.” Eyes on her, he kicked off his boots before reaching for his belt buckle. “And how amenable is your ass to playing with this incredibly big train?”

Um…“Amenable, Sir?”

The buckle jangled. “Open. Agreeable. Willing.”

The pretense was slipping, giving way to reality. Swallowing nervously, she sucked on her bottom lip. Did she really want to do this? Here and now, in this place? Wouldn’t a bed be more comfortable and less… strappy?

Of course, it was an inevitability. Merrick had made his stance on anal sex clear—her butt belonged to him. He already owned her mouth and her sex, so it made sense that a dominant male would want all her assets.

“Will you let me go, Sir?”

“Let you… oh.” Merrick’s eyes roamed over her, assessing the straps, and the green darkened significantly. “No. I don’t think I will. I quite like the idea of having you at my mercy, darlin’. Tied down, taking my cock an inch at a time, with no option but to look at me while you come apart.”

No?What did he mean,no?

Before she could splutter a protest, he cocked his head. “In fact, I think we need to adjust your position.”

“I-I don’t think that’s necessary, Sir.”

The big dummy grinned. “That’s my prerogative, don’t you think?”

When she hesitated again, unsure whatprerogativemeant—he sure was throwing some complicated words around tonight—his grin softened to an understanding smile.

“It means privilege or right, little owl. As your Dom, when you submit to me, it’s my privilege to make decisions that affect you in the scene. It’s my right to do what I feel is best for you—and believe me, you remain the sole focus of every choice I make, large or small.”

That she could believe; he’d tried to pass her virginity off to Fordham so he didn’t hurt her, hadn’t he? It helped to remind herself of that, because no matter how intense things got, however nervous she became, that was the truth about how he felt about her.

He wouldn’t hurt her.

Inhaling slowly, she nodded.

Merrick laid his hand on her lower leg, curling his fingers around her calf. “Tamsyn, if I ever use words you don’t understand, ask me to explain. Don’t ever agree to something if you don’t know what it means. I won’t take advantage of you that way, but not everyone in life is the same.”

“Yes, Sir.” Heat kissed her cheeks. “Sorry, Master Merrick.”

“Nothing to apologize for, darlin’. Just be careful.” Giving her leg a squeeze, he stepped back. “Now, let’s see how comfortable we can make you.”

The back of the chair shifted first, lowering her down gently a few inches. She jolted when the section under her butt moved next, raising her hips to a level that she suddenly realized would be perfect for Merrick’s train to enter her tunnel.

Her legs lowered, easing aches in her knees and hips she hadn’t noticed until they subsided.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. Snagging the little bottle of lube again, he surprised her by squirting a couple shots of cold liquid directly into her open entrance, making her squeal. The metal contraption was quickly removed and thrown onto the tray, then his pants were down to his thighs, one hand stroking his huge erection while the other dribbled lube along the shaft. “Are you ready for my cock, darlin’?”

Not really. With him looming over her, that weapon primed to attack, and her body essentially restrained like a ritual sacrifice to a sex demon, she couldn’t deny she had doubts.

At least he couldn’t torture her butt now for not answering, she thought smugly.

The fat, slick head of his cock notched securely against her anus, rapidly reversing that avenue of thought. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Tamsyn.”

Oh hell. How bad could it be? It couldn’t be any worse than losing her virginity, right? That hadn’t been quite as bad as she’d thought, because Merrick took care of her. Pain was fleeting—whether it lasted for ten seconds or ten minutes, it came to an end.

Stomach quivering, she nodded. “Y-Yes, Master Merrick.”

“I love when you call me that.” Free hand on her mound, his thumb circled her clit. “Take a deep breath, blow it out slowly and bear down. If you scream, little owl, make sure you use my name.”

Oh, well, that was ominous.

Trusting him, she filled her lungs until they couldn’t take any more air and exhaled through pursed lips, trying to do as he asked. The last couple seconds of exhalation ended on a shockedhoooowhen his crown pushed relentlessly against her tight ring of muscle; the metal device hadn’t stretched her nearly enough.