Page 48 of Gilded Locks

He returned to the table, then moved behind her again.

“Please…”

“Ah, yes, such a pretty beggar. Give me a ‘pretty please, Stone’, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

She doubted that, but she was desperate. “Pretty please, Stone.”

“Now, that wasn’t convincing at all.” He chuckled and drizzled more oil down her crack. Ensuring her hands had a tight grip on her ass, he aligned the first bead of the plastic rope with her ass and pushed. “Just a little ball.”

She was instantly aware of the intrusion and certain it was only going to get worse.

“Take a breath.”

She did and he used that moment to push the next bead inside of her. She stared forward with wide eyes, no longer able to keep her head in a resting position.

“Remember what I said about relaxing.”

“I can’t.”

“Your call.”

As if any of this was her call. Another bead sank into her and she groaned through gritted teeth.

“It’s getting tight now, isn’t it?”

“Now? It’s been—ah! Mother fucker!”

He chuckled, the sound dark and excited. “Just a few more.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“No, I—Ahhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Get it out! Get it out!”

“Hush,” he stopped, cupping her jaw and angling her head back, so his mouth pressed close to her ear. “Breathe. It’s for your own good.”

She was delirious. Shaking her head, she squeezed her eyes shut. “I can’t.”

“You can. You need this.”

“Why?”

“Because.” His grip gentled, sliding loosely to her throat. His warm breath teased her cheek, which was damp from tears she didn’t recall shedding. “There are three of us, Marigold. What did you think we meant when we said you were ours? Did you think we would always take turns? Some of us aren’t good at waiting.”

“Please, Stone,” she pleaded. “It’s too much.”

“It’s barely anything. Calm your mind. Don’t let the panic overtake you. Stay in control of your emotions. Don’t let them control you.”

She whimpered but he was right. If she calmed down and pushed away the fear, it wasn’t so bad.

“Beautiful. See how well things work out for you when you take my orders?”

“I hate you.”

“I don’t blame you. If not for this, you would have found a reason eventually.” The moment he touched the beaded cord, she felt a slight juddering movement throughout her entire body. “Deep breath.”

She inhaled, and the next bead nearly stole her vision. Sweat beaded at her temple as he moved quickly, pressing the last three beads inside of her.