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He doesn’t give it to me, then. Instead, he runs his fingernails down my legs and to my hips. Then he holds me there.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Rose?”

His words are harsh. Rough. Crude. It feels a little dirty to hear them said out loud. He grabs his cock and pushes it down just a little so it nudges at my asshole.

I shake my head. No, I’ve never done that before. I’ve thought about it, sure, but I haven’t tried it.

Ian doesn’t accept my non-answer, though. He reaches out and flicks my clit – hard – with his finger.

“Ouch!” I wiggle, trying to escape, but he grabs one of my legs, holding me against his body, and he flicks me again.

“Give me a proper answer, Rose,” he says calmly. He’s still holding his finger to my clit. I know that if I don’t answer him, he’s going to flick me again. It’s going to hurt like fucking hell, and I don’t want that.

My eyes are tearing up already. Shit. Why did I say I wanted to cry, again?

“No, no, I’ve never been fucked in the ass, Mr. Salucci.”

A smile spreads over his lips as he releases me and steps back.

“Well, then, it looks like I’ll get to be your first. How lovely.”

He moves away, walking to the cabinet. I assume he’s going to get some lubricant or something. Either way, it gives me a moment to catch my breath and collect my bearings. What the hell am I getting into? Really? I crossed into the world of crazy the first night he took me. Now...now I’m offering up my asshole to the guy who is quite possibly going to murder my father at some point.

I can’t resist him, though. I can’t stop myself from craving what he’s giving me.

When Ian returns, he’s holding a bottle of lube, but he’s also holding a small vibrator. It’s long – the kind that goes inside of you and vibrates. He smiles as he slips it into my pussy.

“Mr. Salucci?” I ask. I know I need to be polite, but I’m also desperate for answers.

“Well, if I’m going to be fucking you in the ass tonight, Rose, you’re going to cry. That’s for sure. I just want to make sure you come with my cock buried deep inside of you.”

I close my eyes as he turns on the vibrator and it starts pulsing inside of me. He doesn’t have to tie me to the bed. He doesn’t have to threaten to spank me if I move.

I’m terrified of Ian Salucci, and I silently promise myself not to move a muscle.

No matter what comes next.