Page 69 of Forfeits

“Um.”

“There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

“That isn’t really the issue.”

“Well…you can safeword.”

We stood there looking at each other.

Aiden shrugged. “I’m not going to force you.”

He walked over to the IV pole, wrapping his fingers around the steel and rolling it closer to the bed.

“Unless you’d prefer it if I did.”

My gaze flashed to his.

“Unless I—what?”

“I just think that, maybe, if I make you believe it’s something you have to do for me, it will be easier.” He smiled. “I want to make this as comfortable for you as I can.”

I gave him a skeptical look, and he laughed.

“Fletcher, get on the bed. I told you how I want you.”

I choked on a gasp, because that was exactly what I needed—Aiden telling me what to do in his stern, Dom voice. I could pretend that I didn’t want to submit to this humiliating ordeal, when in actuality, my heart was beating fast, my cock was hard and my brain was short circuiting.

I got on the bed, the plastic sheet making a strange noise as I arranged myself on all fours and stared at the white towels beneath me. They looked clinical and practical, and I thought that maybe I could do this.

I felt hot all over. Why was I so fucking turned on? Even though I’d watched the videos of other men experiencing this, until now I hadn’t understood the appeal.

As if he knew what I was thinking, Aiden piped up.

“Just so you know, lots of people have an enema kink, though few would admit it.”

“Huh,” was all I could say. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing.

Aiden’s gloved hand rested on my ass cheek. “Just wait until this lovely warm water starts going in.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

“Spread your legs, Fletcher.”

I swallowed thickly and moved my legs apart. Cool lube dripped onto my back and drizzled down the crack of my ass. I shivered. Then Aiden’s gloved fingers were there, spreading the liquid around and teasing me, making me gasp with illicit pleasure.

“Fuck, I love doing this to you,” Aiden murmured.

“You have some weird hobbies.”

Aiden laughed. “You have no idea.”

He sank a finger into me, and I groaned at the invasion—and at the feeling of being an object that needed to be cleaned…emptied.

“Really? No idea?” I said, my voice quavering.

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