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Fifteen minutes later, the food is gone and I’m stuffed. Mac sure didn’t skimp on his end of the deal.

“Your two hours start now.”

He sets a timer, then tosses the handcuff key over, his shotgun pointed at me. "Unlock the cuff on the chair and put it on with your hands behind your back."

“Really?”

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, hard enough the roots feel like they’re being ripped from the skin. “Keep running that mouth and see what happens.”

“Okay, okay.”

When he releases, I do as he asks, my heart hammering up into my damn throat.

While Mac’s kept me safe in the past, our actual interactions have been far and few between. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.

He seems more surly than usual.

After my hands are cuffed together behind my back, he guides me through the living room and past the staircase to the second floor. His palm is large and hot against my back and tingles spread throughout my body, my skin heating all over.

Not sure why.

I certainly didn’t feel this way last time.

We head down a wide hallway with white patches on its walls from pictures no longer there, and enter a dark bedroom at the end.

Thick curtains block the reinforced windows. A massive bed sits against the opposite wall. Dark sheets. Thick blankets. Heavy metal frame.

“On the bed, face down. I'll cuff you to the headboard.”

His voice is deep and gravelly, like a bear that’s learned speech, and the rumbling tone makes my heart gallop.

I swallow hard, trying to push away all the different emotions swirling inside. “Are the cuffs really necessary?”

He laughs. “You forget I know you, Little Fawn. Last time I bent you over, you damn near stabbed me in the leg with your fork. So yeah, cuffs stay on. Don't need any extra holes in me. Already got enough of those from my time in the military.”

“Reflex.”

It had been, truly. He'd startled me, and I'd reacted.

But my stomach twists at those last words, at the fact he already has holes in him.

“I know,”

he says softly, laying his fingers gently on my waist. “That's why I didn't beat your ass. Now let's go. Time’s a-wasting.”

His touch ignites a pool of heat in my lower belly, my dick already swelling. But I still can’t step forward.

This isn’t going to be a quick fuck from behind, and once I’m cuffed to the bed, there’s no way I’m escaping.

“Cal, get on the fucking bed. Now.”

He shoves me forward with enough force I stumble and land half on the mattress.

This isn’t good.

My legs start to shake, and my breath turns shallow.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before awkwardly scooting across the soft, thick blanket using my shoulders and knees.

While he’s fucked me once before, my face heats at being so exposed. My ass and balls are facing him.

But my dick is so fucking hard, my skin so damn sensitive, that when I lay flat on my stomach, I have to stifle a moan.

The lights flicker on, then Mac clambers up behind me and straddles my hips. I can’t help but grind my dick against the blanket.

Why am I so worked up?

Pinning one of my arms under his knee, he undoes the cuff from it. After looping the free cuff around the metal frame, he releases my captive arm and moves my wrist up to the open bracelet, snapping it in place.

My heart continues to hammer in my chest as I tug at the restraints, both fight and flight responses kicking in. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”

“Said I know.”

“Please take them off.”

I yank at them, arousal fading away as panic sets in.

He quirks a brow. “Just because I forgive you don’t mean I’m dumb enough to trust you.”

“I won’t do it again. Please. I don’t like this.”

“Not gonna risk you hurting me, so they stay on. Don’t ask again. You’ll be sorry if you do.”

“Mac—”

Rough hands squeeze my balls and I yelp. But he keeps squeezing. It’s painful, and yet, somehow, my dick twitches.

When he finally releases them and climbs off the bed I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, the pain still lingering.

He walks to the corner and starts undressing. When the flannel shirt is off, his strong forearms come into view and my eyes instantly fall to the blue-black skull and snake symbol on his left forearm. When he fucked me last time, I focused on it.

At first, it was because I was overwhelmed and scared, but then I noticed how beautiful the image is. Not to mention the inscription.

Fight as One. Fall as One. Rise as One.

My eyes follow the design upward as it swirls into a solid sleeve of symmetrical patterns over his bicep.

The T-shirt comes off next, and I can’t help but stare. The fine layer of dark hair on his chest does nothing to hide his smooth brown skin and hard sheets of muscle. Or the roaring lion over his left pec.

A small whimper escapes as a new wave of arousal floods me, and I grind my dick against the blanket once more.

Mac looks at me, slightly hunched over with his pants halfway off. “A little eager?”

My face erupts into what I can only imagine is fire, the heat so intense I feel like I’m being charred alive. Even more embarrassing is the fact my hips won’t stop rocking, especially once when he glances at them.

With a low growl, he shoves his pants the rest of the way down. They land in a heap, and then he hooks his thumbs over the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down too.

I freeze, every muscle tensing.

Last time he took me from behind, so I never saw his cock. It’s long and thick, nestled in a patch of curly black hair. The fat mushroom head is leaking already, and he’s not even fully hard.

Nope.

No fucking way.

That monster isn’t going anywhere near me.

How the fuck did it fit the first time?

I jerk at the cuffs. "Let me go. Now."

Mac narrows his brown eyes, giving his cock a slow stroke. "You ate my food, now you pay the price. And weren’t you just grinding on the bed while I was undressing."

I squirm onto my side, glaring while getting my legs between us. “Try to touch me with that thing, and I’ll kick your fucking hand to pieces.”

He snorts. “Been in your ass already. Why you acting scared now?”

“Because it’s too big. It’s not normal. Was it normal size last time?”

Mac shakes his head then juts his chin at me. “From the looks of what you’ve got goin’ on, I don’t think you’re all that scared.”

I glare at him. Just because I’m aroused—like fucking leaking all over aroused—doesn’t mean I’m not afraid of that fucking monster between his legs.

When he comes closer, I kick out, my heel slamming into his thigh hard enough to send aftershocks up my leg, but he just grunts.

He catches one ankle, twisting violently, then flips me onto my stomach again. “It’s the same damn size. Keep this up and I’ll have you screaming, but not in pleasure.”

I push upright on my elbows, trying to knock him away, but he uses the movement against me.

Wrenching me backward, he takes my elbows out from under me. When I fall flat, he crowds in and yanks my hips up, pinning my knees and calves in place with his weight. “Relax, Little Fawn.”

“I’m not a goddamn helpless deer.”

I throw my head back, aiming for his face. He’s already moved and retaliates by shoving my neck down.

Something clicks, and I strain my head around, ignoring the pain in my neck.

“Just lube.”

He squirts some clear goop onto his fingers, then sticks them between my cheeks, slicking me up.

“Fuck.”

My back arches when his finger pets my asshole in little circles.

“Jesus, forgot how tight you are. Purr for me, Cal.”

I hide my face in the mattress, shaking my head and holding my breath when he pushes the finger inside.

He swirls it around, pulling against the muscle and stretching my hole before sliding in deeper, and I start to hyperventilate.

“Said purr.”

He bites down into the flesh of my ass as he wiggles his finger around, and . . . Holy fuck! It brushes something inside that sends a heady pulse of liquid heat into my groin.

“Shit. Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

He nails the spot again. And again. And again.

One finger becomes two, and when the tight burn fades some, he begins a steady rhythm—sliding and curling his fingers to stoke a slow fire in my belly.

I moan, pushing back, bewildered by the growing pleasure. Even my balls ache.

Why don’t I remember feeling like this the first time?

Sure, there had been zings here and there, though the whole encounter didn’t really take long. And he did take a few minutes to “prep”

me, but Mac pretty much bent me over the table and railed me hard from behind until he filled my ass.

It was over so fast, I wouldn't have come at all except that he'd draped over my back after—panting and sweating—and jerked me off.

Maybe if it had been longer I would’ve found out more about this spot, the one making me come undone for him.

“Knew you were a horny slut.”

He bites me again. “So desperate. Needy. Easy.”

I push back against his fingers more earnestly, the pleasure building right behind the base of my dick.

“Look at you. Can’t even think straight, can you? That's why you nearly got yourself killed.”

His fingers pull out, and I whine loudly.

Only, his words finally sink in and I turn my head over my shoulder, glaring at him. “Fuck you.”

A hard slap lands on the back of my thigh, the stinging pain like licks of flames, causing me to yell out.

“Don’t take my kindness for granted, Cal. Keep it up, and I will hurt you.”

He grabs my balls and rolls them in his palm before squeezing. “Say please if you want me to continue.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Okay. Well, this could have gone differently. So that's on you.”

The bed creaks as he gets up, grabbing a towel and something else from the nightstand that he tosses onto the foot of the bed. Then he shoves the towel under me. “Already dripped all over my blanket but don’t need you makin’ more of a mess on it.”

My cheeks and neck blaze with heat. “Can you not make fun of me?”

“Not makin’ fun. Just stating a fact, being you’re tryin’ to back out of our deal. You took my cock the last time. But since you don’t want it this time, fine. I can work with that.”

He picks up the object from the foot of the bed, then spreads my cheeks apart.

Something cold and smooth spears into my hole, stretching it wide before settling inside me, hard and foreign for all of five seconds before it hums to life.

“What the fuck!”

I shout and writhe as an endless vibration assaults the perfect spot inside. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

He chuckles and slaps my ass. “Shoulda said please.”

My hole twitches around the object again and again, and my frantic movements jiggle it out of place, allowing me to catch my breath momentarily as I go still.

“Figured you’d respond well to the toy. Last time, I could see your pretty little cock jump every time I pegged your prostate.”

“Smug bastard.”

Mac angles over me, catching the back of my neck in a hard grip and forcing my face tight into the blanket as he maneuvers the toy to hit that spot again.

And then he fucking holds it there.

I cry out, unable to stop my hips from rutting.

“There you go. Such a desperate slut.”

I wriggle, trying to get relief from the onslaught of sensation, but Mac adjusts, keeping the toy right fucking on me. It buzzes and buzzes as warmth blooms in my chest and a fuzzy sensation wraps around my thoughts.

I shove back, fucking myself on it, almost certain if I don’t get off right this very second, I might actually die.

My breaths become shallow as I drop my hips to grind against the mattress.

But Mac yanks them up. “No coming yet.”

I whimper, and he rubs a thumb around my hole, then slides it lower, somewhere between the toy and my balls.

The new pressure causes sparks to fly behind my eyelids, and pure bliss detonates inside as waves of pleasure blow through my dick, up my spine, and out the top of my skull.

“Mac! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

The toy keeps going, thrumming against the spot relentlessly, keeping my entire body shuddering while my brain melts, leaving me floating and breathless as euphoria carries me away.