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Not even close.

“Ow, ow, ow.” She squirmed to evade, but her hips could only wiggle from side to side, and even then, the movement was minimal. Her anus was on fire, the muscles fighting to keep him out with the same determination he was using to getin.

Merrick shifted his stance, widening his feet as his hand slipped under her butt. “Give me a little bit more, darlin’.” He looked down at where he was prying her open and groaned. “Fuck, what a sight. There is nothing hotter than watching your tight little virgin asshole stretching around my cock, Tamsyn. It doesn’t want me in there, does it, but you’re a good girl, and you’re gonna let me in.”

Oh no. If he started with the dirty talk, she was done. He knew what effect his words had on her, when he needed to use them to their best advantage. How her resistance melted when he spoke to her in that darkly sinful, dominant voice.

“Merk—”

He gripped her buttock, kneading the flesh. “It’s gonna hurt until you let me in, darlin’. As much as I fucking love hearing you whimper and whine like this, this time I’d rather hear you enjoying yourself. To do that, you need to…”

Tamsyn moaned. “Let you in, Sir.”

“Exactly,” he crooned, adding pressure to her clit. Damn him, his mouth curved into a cunning smile when her pelvis tried to lift. “Don’t think about it, Tamsyn, just relax and let it happen.”

It was all right for him to say that, she thought with a frown. She’d bet Master Strict had never taken anything up his butt in his life. Snickering, she couldn’t keep a straight face at the mental image of him bent over the end of a bed, his firm derriere in the air as—

“What’s so funny, darlin’?”

She choked on her own saliva, coughing manically before she drowned herself in her own stupid bodily fluids, then felt her vocal chords wither as they made a noise that was part yowl, part whine, mostly scream.

The poor, defenseless ring of muscle keeping him at bay surrendered when she coughed, holding up a white handkerchief and waving it for mercy.

There was none.

Not a shred of it.

When her eyes started to roll back in her head, all she could think was that she might have just made the biggest mistake of her life. Her entrance yielded to the pressure, her sphincter aching as his crown punched into her butt. The ache transformed into a hard, distressing burn that couldn’t be alleviated, not with his shaft holding her open.

“No passing out on me, Tamsyn.” Merrick groaned savagely, his hands moving to grab either side of the chair by her waist. “Need you to stay with me. The pain’s gonna change, you just need to breathe through it.”

Breathe?Her body no longer remembered how to function on a basic level; she was probably lucky her heart was still beating. Trembling in shock, she heard herself mumble a load of gibberish she couldn’t even decipher, because she didn’t know what she was trying to say.

“Easy, little owl. Look at me.” His voice deepened. “Look at me, Tamsyn.”

Hands clenching, her breath whistling through her teeth, she locked eyes with him, using his turbulently dark green gaze as a source of strength. God knew she needed some right now; it turned out she was a damn weakling when it came to anal sex.

“There we go.” His lips quirked. “Is it the wrong time to tell you how stunning you are?”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Are you mocking me, Sir?”

“And there’s that sweet voice,” he added, unperturbed by her glare. “Not mocking you, darlin’.” He leaned forward to kiss her, easing the thick shaft deeper into her rear. “Your ass is like a hot, velvet fist around my cock, little owl. Need to feel it all the way down to my balls. Ready?”

Stupidly, her head bobbed of its own accord, not taking into account anything else but the proud approval gleaming in the depths of his direct stare. She whimpered fitfully, grimacing as his pelvis rocked, but she maintained eye contact.

The lubed shaft slid in and out through her abused sphincter, bit by bit, yet it was the fat crown burrowing into unexplored territory that made her feel… weird. Pain gave way to discomfort, eking tiny grunts from her lungs, and the burn was slowly working its way through her channel as he forged deeper.

When her lower belly cramped, she squeezed a single word through her tight throat. “Yellow.”

Merrick stopped without hesitation. “Good girl. Take a moment. Everything okay?”

“I-I think you’re in my stomach.”

An almost inaudible snort came from the other side of the room; with a start, she realized she’d forgotten all about Fordham. Alarm widened her eyes even as mortification of the highest possible level turned her blood cold.

Cursing softly, Merrick captured her chin, forcing her to look at him andonlyhim. “Ignore him, little owl. I’ll deal with him later.” His other hand rested against her belly. “There’s about thirty feet of digestive tract between me and your stomach, darlin’. I couldn’t reach it if I held the record for world’s longest cock.”

Oh, now she was intrigued. Fordham’s unsettling presence and observation aside, she blinked. “What—”