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It took everything she had not to reply. Or to react, when his hands curled loosely around her forearms.

She wanted his hands tight around her wrists.

Rolf put the tube of lube on Toy’s back, then used his non-lubed hand to spread Baby’s ass cheeks. He bent, examining her rear entrance, and a shiver of sympathetic embarrassment and arousal worked its way down Colette’s body.

Landon’s fingers tightened fractionally on her arms.

Rolf slipped one finger into Baby’s ass. She moaned loudly, her hips pressing back to take his finger even deeper. There was a slick, sloppy sound as Rolf fucked her ass for several moments before adding a second finger.

He went slower now, working the thickness of two fingers in a twisting motion. Soon Baby was rocking forward and back in time with his thrusts.

“You’re going to take a third finger in your ass tonight, aren’t you?” Rolf said in a low, rumbling voice.

“Yes, Master Rolf,” she panted.

“Then you’re going to take a nice fat plug in your ass, so every time you move, you’ll feel it.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Baby cried out when Rolf added the third finger to her ass. She shifted away from him, but he grabbed her by the back of the neck, pinning her in place as he stretched her anus around his fingers.

He was slow but relentless, until his fingers were in her up to the center knuckle. Baby’s anus was a tight ring of flesh around the black gloves.

“Does it hurt?” Rolf asked.

“A little, Master.”

He released her neck to stroke her hair. “Good.”

Rolf withdrew his fingers, Baby’s ass clenching rhythmically on nothing. Rolf quickly lubed the plug and slid it into Baby. It was short but thick, with a wider than normal base—clearly designed for longer-term wear.

Colette expected him to pull up Baby’s panties and help her up, but that would have been the actions of the cold, calm Agent Rolf Pederson, not Master Rolf.

Master Rolf stripped off his gloves and surged to his feet. He reached down and grabbed Baby, first helping her to stand, then lifting her by the waist and plopping her down on the bar. She was a plus-size woman, and that was an awkward way to lift someone, but Rolf did it with ease.

In the next breath he pulled her panties, which were loose around her legs, off. He forced her knees apart and stepped between her spread thighs. Rolf gripped her by the hair and pulled her in for a hot, wet kiss.

Colette doubted all he was doing was kissing her, given the way she moaned against his mouth and arched her back. His free hand was hidden between their bodies, and Colette suspected he was fingering her pussy.

Colette’s own pussy was slick with need as her imagination pictured Rolf’s fingers thrusting into Baby’s vagina, his thumb circling her clit.

And when that mental image switched, and she pictured herself on the bar, Landon between her legs, she had to close her eyes and hold her breath to keep from moaning in need.

But her self-control wasn’t perfect.

Colette leaned hard into Landon, almost pushing him, but he didn’t move, remaining hard and solid at her back.

It was something, but not enough.

Ignoring the warning bells ringing somewhere in the back of her mind, she slid her arms up, until his hands weren’t gripping her forearms, but her wrists.

He tightened his hold, manacling her wrists with his hands.

Yes, yes, yes. This. More of this.

A sigh of pleasure and relief escaped her, and she knew he heard it.

At the bar, Rolf broke the kiss and stepped back. He licked his fingers, confirming what Colette had suspected he was doing.