She lost her breath for a whole different reason than fear.
“What the—what the—oh!”
Merrick laughed and, after waiting a beat, used the device in her butt to pry her open a little bit more. She suspected he was just doing it for fun now. “Normally, a vibrator is a girl’s best friend, Tamsyn. Luckily for you, you have me.”
The round head moved up and down under his direction; he didn’t just target her clit, he teased her entrance with the damn thing, then destroyed her when he jammed it against the metal intrusion in her butt.
Her entire back passage began to hum, awakening muscles and sensations she’d never experienced, and with a shrill cry that sounded foreign to her own ears, she shattered like a crystal vase tossed carelessly on the ground.
From a distance, she felt her body judder and seize, her pulse points throbbing manically. The orgasm went on for hours, trapping her in an endless cycle of stupendous bliss, perpetuated by the ceaseless thrum of the vibrator.
When it finally cut off, she was limp and exhausted, every cell in her body still buzzing.
“Wasn’t that a nice reward?” Merrick’s voice was faint, lost in the pulse of blood in her ears, but she heard his amusement. “What do you say when given such a good gift, darlin’?”
He wanted her tospeak?
Blearily, she stared at him through dazed eyes, then silently cursed him and his dominant side when her tender butt stretched again. “Th-Thank you, Master Merrick.”
“Good girl.” Leaning forward, he kissed her mouth, nipping her bottom lip. “Are you still afraid, Tamsyn?”
The question percolated slowly through her mind, thick as molasses.
Was she?
The straps weren’t hurting her. Yes, they were restrictive, but she wasn’t in pain.
The chair was surprisingly comfortable, despite the position she was in.
Merrick wasn’t hurting her, even if she hated the butt device and the needle.
“No, Sir,” she said slowly, her voice not quite normal. “Not right now.”
“Excellent.” He slid a finger under the loose tourniquet around her arm, then released, retightened, and retied it again. His thumb ran up and down a small section of her vein. “Round two, little owl. Control the fear this time, don’t let it take the reins.”
Easier said than done. Despite her body being relaxed enough to slide through the restraints onto the floor, it still found a way to stiffen. Her heart stalled, her lungs knotted, but at least she saved some dignity by whining instead of screaming the ceiling down.
It took her a long, sobering moment to realize what pressed against her vein wasn’t a needle—well, she supposed it was, only he hadn’t uncapped it. The quick poke wasn’t sharp and stinging, but blunt and painless.
“That’s a mean trick,” she whispered.
Merrick waited for a beat, then shook his head and manipulated the metal pain in her butt not once, not twice, but three times.
Okay, that needed to stop. The ring of muscle was starting to burn again, and she swore it was gaping wide enough to drive a train through the opening—not a little train, either; a big one like she’d seen in the wizard movies she’d gotten hooked on.
She winced at the mental imagery of a steam engine whistling obnoxiously before disappearing into her rear, then giggled as her imaginary butt expelled a puff of smoke.
Merrick’s eyebrows rose. “Didn’t expect to hear that, little owl. Something amusing?”
“No, Sir. Just thinking about trains.” Unable to help herself, she dropped her gaze to his crotch, finding the substantial bulge straining the fabric of his pants. “And my butt.”
“I see.” Lips twitching, he nodded as though he fully understood the track—ha ha—her orgasm-riddled mind had taken. Unfastening the buttons of his shirt, he peeled it off and tossed it aside. “Well, then. How big is this imaginary train, Tamsyn?”
Holy hell, he had such a delightful body. All those muscles beneath soft, warm skin. The way the hair on his chest formed a trail down to his waistband like an arrow pointing the way to heaven.
Her fingers itched to touch.
Breathlessly, she replied, “Big, Master Merrick. The biggest train I’ve ever seen.”