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I tried to control my breathing as he finished securing me.

“Okay. Wow. Well. You look like you should be in a painting.”

What?

I snorted a laugh. “What kind of painting, Sir?”

He slapped my bare behind. “The kind I’d hang in my living room, just to embarrass you.”

I sighed, chastened. “Yes, Sir.”

“No questions. If you can’t be quiet on your own, I’ll get the gag.”

I didn’t say a word, not wanting the gag, mostly because it would add to the discomfort of the position. Right now, it was tolerable. I was supported and able to rest my head. I had no illusions about the ability of a Dom to make their sub extremely uncomfortable if they so desired.

I waited. I stared at the wall across from me, which held various implements designed to torment a naked sub. But I had a suspicion that Aiden wasn’t going to use any of those. Of course, he could surprise me. I still didn’t know him as a Dom that well, but I was getting there—and simply happy to be on the journey with someone who seemed to care as much as Aiden did.

Was it possible that over the course of one life, a person could be lucky enough to find two people who could take care of them, in different ways, but with the same level of attention and compassion? My skeptical side said no. My romantic and hopeful side said maybe. But Aiden and I were only at the beginning of something, and I wouldn’t ruin it by getting ahead of myself.

Chapter Thirteen

His

“Okay. Let’s get started,” Aiden said under his breath.

I heard rustling and footsteps, saw some shadows on the wall, then felt gloved fingers delving between my cheeks as liquid dripped onto my skin.

“Oh.” I said, startled at the cool temperature.

Aiden’s fingers stilled, and I remembered his order to be quiet. I kept my mouth shut as they resumed, spreading lube all along my cleft, down to my balls and over my distended cock as I closed my eyes and tried to be silent.

“You can make noise, Fletcher. Just no talking. I like to hear your reactions to what I’m doing.”

In response, I gave a little moan as he traced my hole and spread tons of lube around it. Without warning, he pressed his finger against me and slipped inside, all the way to the knuckle.

I made a noise of surprise and pleasure, my thighs trembling as he probed me, caressing my insides as if he needed to know everything about me. When he brushed his fingertip over my prostate, I made a high-pitched whine.

“Mmm,” he said.

Then he did it again.

“Ahhh.” My instinct was to curse at how good it felt, but I held back, leaving my mouth open and stuttering breaths as he twisted his wrist and prodded me everywhere.

“Okay. Now for something bigger,” he said, sounding like a kid getting ready to grab the most substantial donut off a plate. “We’re going to play with some very fun toys, my darling. You’ll like them.”

“Yes, Sir.” My heart swelled at the endearment, surprised at how good it felt.

I concentrated on the heady sense of submission and being under someone else’s absolute control, so that I literally couldn’t screw anything up if I just lay there and let them do what they wanted. We’d already had the hard and soft limits discussion, and I expected Aiden to respect those boundaries.

Something stiff pushed against my entrance. I tried to relax, and after a moment, it slipped in. Only a bit, so I could get the sense of its girth.

“Nice,” Aiden said, twirling it back and forth, sending rockets of bliss along my nerves. “Good job.”

After I’d accommodated, he pushed it in a bit farther—a moderately sized rubber dildo, by the feel of it. My body received it easily, and the joy of being penetrated that way made me giddy.

“Oh, Yeah. So hot.”

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations of having a hard rubber dong inside me, making my nerve endings sing.

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