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“Is that something I’m supposed to have thought about a lot?” I tease.

He grins, and I love how freely I can make him do that. It’s not something else anyone gives him the way I do. I see that about us. “Don’t be a brat. I’d like to give you an enema if that’s not a limit for you.”

I frown. I know this is a thing people do for each other, but it’s not something I’ve ever really understood. “Can I ask why, Sir?”

“Yes.” He steps closer. “I like to torture you.” He pumps his brows. “And I enjoy the thought of preparing you for me, of taking control of your body in that way to get it ready for whatever I want to do with it. And honestly, the vulnerability of you handing me that power, of putting yourself in an embarrassing position for my pleasure, is indescribable.”

He rubs his erection against me, and I swear, I almost melt into a puddle right there. Suddenly the thought of him giving me an enema is the hottest thing in the world. “Yes, please, Sir. I want to give myself to you that way.”

“Good boy. You please me very much. Finish stripping, then meet me in the bathroom.”

I have a feeling he’s giving me a minute and also taking a minute for himself, so I wait until he goes into the en suite before I take my time removing my pants and underwear. After folding them both, I lay them on the chair. My dick is hard, dripping with precum already. Just the thought of him fucking me shoots me to the moon, coupled with knowing he’s about to give mean enema, something no one has ever done to me…and that this means something to him,wemean something to him, is enough to make me dizzy.

Marshall wants to tell my parents about us, and he wouldn’t if he didn’t care…if he didn’t love me? It’s more than I ever thought I would want and everything I know I need all rolled into one.

I go into the bathroom, where Sir is finishing filling the bag. My heart slams against my chest, nerves prickling at the base of my spine.

“So…remind me how I can be both nervous and turned on at the same time?” I ask, trying to keep the mood light.

“I’ve done this many times before, and there are safe amounts of fluid that can be given to a person. I would never go over those. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

If hearts could swoon, mine totally would right now. “I know.”

“But I’ll make you miserable first.” Sir winks, and I can’t help but chuckle. I love seeing this side of him—that he can make something that should be uncomfortable, fun. It’s so different from anything I knew of him before.

“I hope so.”

Heat flares in his eyes, giving me a welcome burn.

“Bend over. I’m going to insert this nozzle and fill you with water. You have to hold it in for me until I say you can let it out. It will hurt, and you’ll cramp, but you’ll do it because it’s what your Sir wants. As I’ve said before, you always have your safe word, though. If it’s too much, you know what to say to make it stop.”

Pleasure receptors start going off in my head, my body and mind wanting to do whatever Sir says. That’s where my satisfaction is, what makes me feel like I’m flying.

When I don’t respond right away, Marshall smacks my ass.

“Yes, Sir,” I blurt out.

“Good boy. Face the mirror, please.” I do as he says, resting my arms on the cool granite as I watch myself and Sir in the mirror. He lubes the enema nozzle, then says, “Spread your cheeks.”

“Oh God,” I groan, part embarrassment, part need. But there’s no hesitation to do as he says. I reach back and grab my ass, opening it up for him.

“Such a pretty little hole,” he says, voice deep and raspy. Sir presses the end against my rim, then pushes in slowly. I’d wondered if he would start with a finger, but I guess this is basically the same thing.

I try to relax, which is much easier to do when someone is fingering me rather than sticking an enema nozzle up my ass, but I focus on watching him. This is Marshall, my Sir, and I want to give this to him. I want to have it for myself just as much. That’s what makes our relationship so special, what makes these moments so special—they fulfill a part of both of us, soothe a part of both of us, and there is never any judgment here.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

I grimace through the discomfort I know is coming more from inside me, from the truth of what we’re doing rather than the penetration.

“There we go. You did it. It’s all the way in. Now comes the hard part.” We lock eyes in the mirror, and he smiles at me.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Very much so. I’m going to start releasing the water. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, the words coming out more confident than I feel.

There’s an initial flood of water. It’s not as if I’ve never done this before, but it’s still different having someone do it for me, seeing me this way.

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