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The tight ring of muscle burned as it opened, stealing her voice. The lube made penetration easier, for which she was grateful because she couldn’t stop herself from humping his goddamn hand.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” Her back arched abruptly, a scream threatening to cleave her in two as his thumb sank deep, rubbing against the fingers in her pussy through the thin membrane separating them. “Too much! Saul!”
He paused, everything slowing before stopping completely. “Breathe through it, Caera. Try to relax. Does it hurt?”
It should. It did. But then… “Yes and no.”
“Hmm. Is my thumb in your ass confusing you?”
A strangled laugh bubbled free. “No, Sir, that’s making its intentions well known.” She dropped her forehead to the cool leather, groaning. “I know it’s meant to hurt, and it does. But under the pain is something else.”
“Pleasure,” Saul purred seductively.
“Yes.”
“I can give you more, just say the word.”
More was an innocuous word. It contained a wealth of meanings, yet she was only interested in one of them. Was she strong enough for more? Once she said yes, the thing invading her bottom would be substantially bigger than a thumb, invoking what she could only imagine was a fiercer war between pleasure and pain.
Even as her ass ached, her curiosity was prepared to sacrifice her self-preservation.
Readjusting her grip on the bar, Caera swallowed back a whimper and nodded. “Please.”
Nerve endings flared to life when Saul extracted his hand, slipping his digits from her holes gently. She groaned, using her outstretched arm to hide the side of her face as it
heated with embarrassment. There was a copious amount of wetness streaking her thighs, the most blatant sign of her arousal.
“This is bigger than my thumb, little rabbit, but nowhere near the size of my cock. You’ve already taken one with grace, and you’ll take the latter with dignity, but right now, you’re going to take a deep breath in, hold it, and then push out as I work this plug in.”
His tone brooked no argument, so she didn’t give him one.
Her cheeks attempted to clench against the nudge of a cold, blunt-nosed object as it probed her anus. In her head, she was victorious, bravely fending off an anal attack by the inanimate object, standing tall in the face of adversity.
In reality…
Who the hell knew she could make those kinds of wanton noises?
As steel pushed inside her until the burn ignited a second time, she crooned pleadingly, babbling nonsense as the plug pushed in, slid out. Pushed in further, pulled out. Every inch gained intensified the ache of discomfort until, finally, she followed Saul’s instructions and bore down.
With a grunt, she felt the plug settle in, and the fullness which followed.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” she moaned under her breath. Next time she so graciously offered her ass to him, she would endeavor to remember this exact moment…and make sure she spoke loudly, clearly, pronouncing every syllable with crystal clear clarity.
“Well, well,” Saul crooned, dragging his fingers through her labia. “Swollen—check. Hot—check. Wet—double check. This might come as a surprise to you, little rabbit, but this body is built for anal.”
Nothing was a surprise anymore when it came to him. Caera was smart enough to admit her body craved his touch, no matter what form it manifested in. One thing was one hundred percent certain—she couldn’t argue with him, not when her pussy throbbed for the same exquisite pressure filling her rear passage, and her thigh muscles trembled as she struggled not to slide onto her knees and come.
“For this next part, you have to trust me implicitly, Caera. One shred of doubt and the bond between us is going to become strained. I don’t want that, so you need to be sure you want to continue.” Something draped down her back, cool and hard. “This is a flogger, not a whip. It’s got knotted ends, so it won’t make the same snapping sounds as a whip.” Saul tapped his knuckle on her shoulder, down her sides. “No hard strikes, no harder than what I’m giving you now. Will you let me try?”
Oh, she didn’t want to. Her resurfaced memories were fresh enough that she still replayed the sensation of feeling as though her skin was being carved off her back. That agony had been several levels past horrific, and it wasn’t something she needed to experience again in this lifetime or the next.
Did she trust him implicitly, the way he requested?
The fact she was wearing fluffy wrist cuffs and her asshole was concealed by the shiny silver base of an anal plug probably answered that question for her. He’d earned her trust over and over again since she’d met him, sticking with her despite her self-destructive insanity, and while it froze her marrow down to the core to think about it, she was incredibly aware that he wouldn’t go back on his word.
“It’s okay to say no, little rabbit.”
The soft taps on her back stopped, only to be replaced by the soothing sweep of his palm. The gentle caress reminded her that what Dominic had done to her would never be repeated by this man. He simply wasn’t capable of that degree of brutality—or if he was, he certainly hid it well, unlike Dominic.
