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“Colette?”

“Yes, Master Landon?” The words were breathless and thin.

“When was the last time you took something in your ass?”

TWENTY

“When was the last time you took something in your ass?” Landon slid his slick fingers slowly up and down the crevasse of her ass, feeing the puckered flesh of her anus clench with each pass.

Colette exhaled—a needy little sound that made him want to tie her to the bed, paddle her ass, fuck her, and then kiss her.

Scratch that, because one of those wish-list actions was dangerous.

No more kissing Colette.

It felt like an asinine rule, an almost juvenile response to the feelings elicited by their previous kiss. He wouldn’t kiss her, because kissing was too intimate.

And finger fucking her ass wasn’t?

He was an idiot.

“I asked you a question.” He swatted her upturned butt cheek with his free hand. Under the tip of his index finger he felt her anus clench in response. Good.

“I’m not sure, Master Landon. There was no anal the last time I scened, so it was before that.”

“Do you ever play with your own ass? Plug yourself while you masturbate?”

He saw the muscles in her shoulders and upper back tense, so he spanked her again. She relaxed with a sigh.

“Yes, Master Landon.”

“Tell me about it. I want to know how you do it when you plug yourself.” He pressed the tip of his index finger more firmly against her anus. Just a hint of penetration. She relaxed, feeling heavier over his thighs.

“If I’m at the point I need to play with my ass it means things are hard. Tense. Usually I’m away from home.”

Things are hard? Fuck, she meant that sometimes when she was doing some high-risk thievery. Landon closed his eyes, trying not to picture Colette in cat-burglar black sneaking across a roof. He spanked her, because the little crook deserved it, the angle awkward since he was using his left hand.

“Where do you get the plug?”

“I buy it. Cash, at whatever sex shop I can find.”

“What size do you buy?”

“Smaller than I’d like. A woman alone buying a large plug is memorable.”

Landon pressed the tip of his finger into her anus. The muscles tightened, trying to keep him out. That was okay, for now.

“Then what?”

“I take the plug, and whatever else I bought, to the hotel. I take off my clothes as soon as I’m in the room.”

“Are you imagining it’s because your Dom ordered you to?”

“Not my Dom, my Master.”

“Ah, the fictional master.”

Landon started stroking her back with his other hand, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back.