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He cleaned the toy.
Once it was dry, he started to pump dollops of lubricant on top.
Horrified and helpless, she watched as the gel made its way down the silicone. “You can’t seriously be planning to put that in me.”
“Absolutely I am.”
She struggled to gulp back her knot of fear in her throat. “There’s no way that’s possible?”
“It is. And you’re going to cooperate.” He paused and raised an eyebrow, as if unconcerned how she responded. “Unless you prefer I also insert a butt plug in your ass.”
Instinctively, she drew her knees together.
Reacting ridiculously fast, he forced them back apart. “I’m waiting for your answer, little Petal. Up to you entirely. You can relax and let me fuck you with this, or you can fight me, and I’ll shove a butt plug in you so quickly that you won’t be able to breathe.” He grinned in a way that told her he’d enjoy that. “And then I’ll fuck you with this.”
She swallowed hard.
“Before you ask if I’m serious, you know I would do exactly that.”
For a moment, the wordhaltflitted through her mind, but she let it go. “There’s no way it will fit.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “I think you had that same fear about my cock going inside you.”
“The two can’t even be compared.”
“My darling Petal…” He feathered strands of hair back from her face. “I gave you plenty of opportunity to pick all of tonight’s implements. Did I not?”
She hated when he was right.
“You hesitated, and there’s a price to pay for that. Still, you’re lucky I didn’t choose five on your behalf.”
“You do have a mean streak, Sir.”
He seemed totally unconcerned. “Do I?”
In a way, his inflexibility was comforting, even though she’d never admit that to him. She always had the ability to call a stop to any of this at any point. But the fact he didn’t offer any quarter meant she was free to turn over control to him.
Ever since that night at her parents’ restaurant, she’d been on guard, always waiting, watching for threats. The ability to trust someone else, if only for an hour, was the greatest kind of freedom.
“Will you be able to keep your knees apart for me, or would you like to use a spreader bar?”
Even though she wasn’t exactly sure what that was, she definitely didn’t like the sound of it.
“Keep in mind, if you choose that option, there will be a price to pay. In BDSM, mercy has a price.”
“Mercy?” she sputtered, wide-eyed with disbelief.
“When you’re fighting against yourself, your instincts, wanting to protect yourself from what you know is coming, you’ll understand what I mean.”
His expression was filled with foreboding.
“Which will it be?”
Maybe, if she were smart, she’d choose a spreader bar. “I’ll keep them apart.”
“Brave girl.”
Perhaps she should reconsider while she had the chance. But wondering what payment he’d demand if she chose the bar made her keep her mouth shut.