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But it has to be these. Weighted and heavy, cold and metallic, with those delicious balls inside that will have her shuddering and clenching with every step.

I can only imagine the way they will stretch her hole. How pretty they’ll be nestled in her cheeks. I plan on spending a good amount of time imagining it, in fact.

Beaumont rolls his eyes. “Fine. Thank you.”

“You’re the luckiest degenerate in the world,” I mutter. “I do hope you know that.”

He winks, his whole body loose and enviously happy. “I know. I promise you, I know.”

Chapter35

Eden

Survival tip #126

Feeling overwhelmed?

Put a plug in it.

Iwake grainy-eyed and exhausted the next morning, with the bedside table no longer wedged against the door, but returned to its spot beside me. There’s a wooden box sitting atop it, beside a short note.

You’d better believe we’re talking about that later.

I stop after the first line and sigh. Wonderful.

Now, I’ve left you a training kit. Follow the instructions I left and insert the smallest plug. Leave it in for two hours, then take a break. Put it back in this afternoon. I want to see it in your ass tonight.

Rest up. Eat up.

I love you.

—Beau

I stare at the wooden box beside me nervously. He wants me to stretch myself out for him. So that he can put his cock in my ass. Chewing at my lip, I open it and see a series of metal plugs with flared ends—there’s three of them, increasing in size. I eye the largest one nervously. It looks... far bigger than Beau’s thumb.

It also doesn’t look as large as Beau’s cock—or Jaykob’s. I hope that’s a concern I still need to have. I need to speak with him as soon as possible.

I nibble at the food Beau left for me and shower in cold water when the heat doesn’t click on. And then I spend twenty minutes mortifyingly working my way throughDoctor Bennett’scleaning and insertion instructions before I leave my room with the smallest plug snug between my cheeks and a small bottle of lubricant in my pocket, in case it needs... adjusting.

It didn’t go in easily, even with the lube, and I’m hyperaware of how deeply the plug is nestled, cold and wide, inside me. It bobs and rubs against my puckered hole with each step, shifting inside me like a scandalous facsimile of Beau’s finger. To make matters worse, it seems there’s some kind of weighted ball inside the toy. It rolls with my every step, striking my forbidden inner walls with teeth-chattering smacks I feel everywhere.

This accursed plug makes my whole body, already used and humming from Beau’s attention last night, vibrate with lewd tension.

How on God’s green earth am I meant to talk to Jaykob sensibly with thisthingin me?

People teem through the halls, carrying linen and packs. I nod to them and keep moving, trying not to make it obvious that I’m waddling. Sweat is beading on my brow. Can they see the sweat? Will theyknow? Do people assume these kinds of things?

A few of their glances seem disapproving, and it almost sends me running back to my room. I try to walk more naturally as I make my way downstairs.

I don’t think I succeed.

They’ve set up camp on the lawn. Several large, unfamiliar tents occupy the grass, nestled around the apple tree, and I can only assume they must have been pulled out of storage from somewhere. A little guiltily, I realize a lot of work must have been done last night. I’ll have to be more useful today.

As useful as one can be with a plug in one’s butt.

As I wander through the tents, I can see that the lawn is alive with activity despite the early hour. I hear a chainsaw and some shouting as a slender shortleaf pine is felled. There are half a dozen people digging a hole before the rim of the tree line, keeping clear of the massive pile of debris from Jaykob’s barn.

Heather, Dom, and Aaron are clustered in front of a wide tent, and it looks like there are nearly a dozen people sparring behind it, practicing under Beau’s watchful eye.

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