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He let the black medical gloves snap as he put them on, but Diann didn’t react.He’d told her what was coming, so when he used a thumb and two fingers to spread her ass cheeks, she didn’t react.

What Diann did do was arch her back, tipping her pelvis and raising her ass to make it easier for him.Perfectly obedient.He poured lube over her anus, then unceremoniously thrust a finger into her ass.

That, finally, got a reaction.She moaned and pressed back against him.He fucked her ass a few times, reveling in the way she licked her lips, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she closed her eyes in bliss.

He could have given her so much pleasure, and pain.He could have, would have, met her every need, if she’d remained his.

But Peter had made a stupid mistake, and it’d cost him his sub.This sub.

Withdrawing his finger, Peter grabbed the anal hook, adding a thick coating of lube to the ball at the tip of the “hook.”About the size of a golf ball, there was no taper, meaning that when Peter pressed the ball against her puckered anus, he had to work it in.

Diann gasped and moaned as he used minute thrusts, pressing the ball hard against her, then relaxing.With each thrust she yielded just a little more.He could feel it.See it.

When he felt it was time for her to take the hook, he carefully positioned it, applied pressure, then added a small rocking motion.

Diann whimpered, and he froze, pulling back just enough to alleviate if not eliminate the pressure.

He listened to her breathing, and there was something so painfully familiar about this hyper awareness of her.A bitter sadness turned in his gut, but he forced it away.There was no room for emotion between them.Not anymore.

He would be calm and clinical.Give her what he knew she wanted.

Do things he’d stopped doing once he fell in love with her.

She hadn’t wanted his love.He doubted the wound her words left would ever fully heal—just scab over.

“I just don’t feel…that way…about you.I love you as a friend, and as my Master, but I’m not in love with you.”

If she knew he’d pulled back because she moaned, she’d probably be pissed.

Diann let out another soft little sound, and he shook his head.

She was taking this hook in her ass.Now.

He positioned it against the tightly puckered ring of her anus and pressed hard.The ball at the tip of the hook pushed past the tight ring of muscle and slid into her ass.

He watched her anus pulse around the narrow metal bar of the curved anal hook.He pushed it in deeper, settling it into place so the straight handle rested on her lower back.He used a carabiner to clip the top of the anal hook to a metal loop embedded in the bottom of the short leather strap that ran down her spine.

Hooking his arms under her shoulders, Peter helped her stand, watching carefully to ensure that the anal hook wasn’t too loose.

Diann’s eyes were glossy with submission and probably arousal, and he locked down his own desire.The one thing he wouldn’t do was fuck her.He wouldn’t take the chance that using her, possessing her, that way wouldn’t trigger emotions and issues he’d spent many hours working through.

He’d once had what many Doms, Masters, and Owners dreamed of—a submissive who was his perfect match.His and Diann’s kinks and stamina aligned, they’d communicated with one another openly and easily, and they’d been able to engage in any kind of scene—nearly platonic impact play to highly sexual, emotionally charged edging.

He’d put a collar on her and made her his bonded submissive to cement their relationship.

And then he’d fucked it up by first falling in love with her and saying “I love you.”

If he’d kept his mouth shut, she might still be his.

No, she wouldn’t.Because the instant he started imagining a future with her, started picturing her as more than his sub, he’d changed his topping style.He hadn’t been able to bring himself to do the harsh, cruel, degrading things to her.

He wasn’t in love with her anymore, so there was nothing to stop him from using her in the way he knew she needed.The way love had rendered impossible.

This was going surprisingly well.

Diann watched Peter walk away, spotted his familiar leather kit set on top of a dark wood buffet.

She couldn’t see what it was he was grabbing, so she turned back to face the table, moaning in pleasure as the anal hook shifted inside her.

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