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“You asked why I didn’t fuck you, and the reason is that you’re too tight.” I can’t even believe those words are coming out of my mouth. “When we tried the first time, I couldn’t fit even after stretching you with my fingers. So, we’ll start with this one and then go up a few sizes.”

He points at the plug. “You’re going to put that thing in my ass?!”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say no, you’ll do it yourself, but then the idea of glimpsing his little pink hole again has my cock swelling in my suit pants. Judging from his reaction, it’s clear he’s never used one of these before, and it sends something incredibly possessive through me. Of being the first person he tries it with, showing him how to put it in and make himself feel good.

Fuck, it’s powerful. Too powerful.

“Stand up,” I command, voice thick with desire. “Turn around and drop your slacks. Hands on the desk.”

Hesitating for all of five seconds, Shilo scrambles to do as he’s told, muttering curses under his breath as he fumbles with his belt. When two pale ass cheeks fill my vision, I force myself to bite back a groan. He bends forward slightly, breathing heavily, and I take a moment to appreciate the view before my hand comes down on his ass with a smack.

“Ouch,” he yelps, jerking forward before glaring over his shoulder. “You just spanked me!”

“Mm, I did. And I’m going to do it again. Bad boys get spanked, doll.”

A red mark appears on his skin, so damn beautiful that I have to give it a twin on the other side.

This time, when his cheek bounces from the force of my slap, a choked moan claws its way out of his throat. He hangs his head, arms wobbling slightly, and I tug on his hips until he has no choice but to bend over for me, elbows resting on the desk surface. Using both hands, I spread his crease, not even hiding the sound that comes out of me when I glimpse that puckered ring of muscle for the first time in months.

“Fuck, that’s what I needed to see.”

He’s smooth and hairless, my mouth watering to dive right in and feast on him while my cock leaks in my briefs, but I don’t. I have self-control.

Instead, I pull a bottle of lube from the drawer and open the cap, pouring some onto my fingers.

“Have you touched yourself since Sunday, Shilo? Be honest.”

He whimpers when I gently rub around his hole, feeling it flex under my touch. “Y-yes.”

“Starting right now, you will not masturbate until we meet again Friday night. Understand?”

“But that’s three whole days,” he nearly shouts, turning to gape at me over his shoulder, and I raise a brow at him.

“Do you do it every day?”

The flush on his skin is so deep it’s visible on the back of his neck. He turns around to bury his face in his arms, mumbling incoherently, and I press the tip of my finger inside him.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

With a huff, he raises his head. “I said I sometimes do it…more than once a day, okay? Like maybe twice. In the shower and before bed.”

“My horny little doll.” Pressing in up to the knuckle, I finger him slowly, loving those small noises of pleasure he’s making. “No jerking off unless I give permission. Say it.”

It takes a moment for him to respond, and it isn’t until I’ve got two fingers inside his tight pucker that he finally agrees.

“Kay, not til you say. But…mm god, but why?”

He’s rocking back now, thrusting his hips to fuck himself on my fingers, and the strain in my pants is almost painful. It’s been so long since I’ve been buried inside a tight ass. All I want to do is pull my cock out to slam into him.

“Because you need to learn some restraint.”

And maybe the thought of anyone other than me touching him is unacceptable—even himself.

I want all of his orgasms to belong to me.

Fuck, what am I doing?

“Can I come right now?” He whines once I’ve got three fingers stretching him open. “Please, Ryann, can I come?”