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He reaches for the dildo again, and this time, I don’t flinch. Instead, I watch, transfixed, as he coats it generously with lube from the drawer, then flicks a switch at the bottom so that it begins to hum with vibration.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands, and I obey, parting my thighs without hesitation.

The first touch of the toy against my entrance makes me jerk, a small sound escaping me. It’s cold, and so much larger than I’m used to.

Domhnall watches my face intently as he begins to press it inside me, slow but relentless. Just the vibrating tip at first, and then more and more.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with appreciation. “Taking it so well. Being such a good little slut for me.”

The words should shock me, maybe even offend me, but instead, they send a thrill racing through my body. This is how he talks to Mads. This is what she likes. And to my surprise, I find that I like it too—the rawness of it. Thehonesty.

The stretch as the dildo fills me is intense, bordering on painful, but there’s pleasure too. A deep, aching satisfaction as my body adjusts to accommodate it.

I’ve waited so long to be touched, even if it’s just with a dildo. Domhn’s the one holding the dildo, though, and that’s what matters.

Domhnall works it into me with careful precision, watching my reactions, adjusting the angle and depth, until I’m gasping, my hips lifting off the bed to meet each thrust.

“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m asking for.

“Please, what?” he asks, his voice rough with desire.

“More,” I breathe, surprising myself with the demand. “More.”

His eyes flash with approval, and he increases the pace, fucking me with the toy until I’m writhing beneath him, pulling against the restraints, my body consumed by sensations I can barely remember experiencing before.

I’m close—so close—when he suddenly withdraws the toy entirely, leaving me empty and aching.

“Not yet,” he says, responding to my whimper of protest. “Look at me. Not until I say so. Who do you come for?”

“You,” I whisper, squirming. I’m so turned on and, for once, able to revel in it. I should feel frustrated. I should feel denied. Instead, I feel a strange thrill of anticipation, my body humming with awareness and lust. And I feel so connected to Domhnall in the way that’s been denied me, even if all he ever touches me with tonight is this vibrating silicone.

But then, like he’s reading my mind, he rises from the bed, stripping off his boxers in one fluid motion.

He gets right in my face, hand fisting his cock. God, it’s beautiful. It’s so close. I hate that I’m tied. I want to touch it. I want to touchhim. “I said who do you fucking come for?”

“You, Sir!”

His cock stands proud, thick and hard, and my mouth waters at the sight of it. He’s so raw, uninhibited, so unashamed of his desire. Willhefuck me now? Will I finally get to feelhim?

But when he returns to the bed, he doesn’t settle between my legs like I expect.

Instead, he flips me over onto my stomach, the restraints twisting but holding, giving me just enough slack to turn.

“Ass up,” he commands, and I comply, lifting my hips as much as the position allows.

His hand comes down on my ass without warning, a sharp, stinging slap that sends shock waves through my body. I cry out, more in surprise than pain.

“You’ve been bad,” he says. “Sneaking around. Keeping secrets.”

Another spanking, harder this time, on the other cheek. The sting is immediate, followed by a spreading warmth that makes me shiver.

“Feel what a fucking mess you are.” He sticks his fingers inside where I’m sopping. “You want me inside, don’t you? Such a pretty pink pussy.”

I can’t help moaning at the feel of his fingers, but then he’s pulling them out again. He’s usually so gentle with me, but now he’s acting absolutely depraved. And I love it, because I know he’s finally not holding back.

“I’ve learned a few things about you,” he continues, punctuating his words with another sharp smack that has me gasping. “Things you didn’t want me to know.”

My mind races even while my body pulses. What has Mads been doing? What secrets has he uncovered?