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I nodded. “I think you need it, though. And secretly like it.”

Henry leaned up, flexing his abs until he folded enough to plant a kiss on my lips. “I love it. That’s not a secret. It’s torture, and that probably makes me a masochist on some level, but I love that you’re controlling me like this.”

“Good.” I kissed him back, a brief peck, before standing up. “Because you’ll love what I have coming next. And no peeking.”

Henry obediently stayed in place and stared at the ceiling as I circled the bed to his nightstand, pulling out the Unicorn. I suspected he didn’t know the bottom opened up and had a place for the bullet vibrator I’d snagged from downstairs. He was in for a huge surprise.

Chapter thirty-one

Henry

I’d lost count of the number of times Tris had taken me to the edge and not allowed me to come, but it was the best kind of torture. Still, I was nervous for what he had planned next. I thought he’d used mostly everything we’d brought up here—what was next?

When I heard the nightstand drawer open, I wasn’t sure what he was going for. I only had the Unicorn in there along with a few small plugs and dildos, nothing that reached the apprehension level of the items my ass had already taken. What was he planning?

“This will be an exercise in control,” Tris began as he came back around the bed and into my line of sight. “Until now, I’ve locked down your cock or pulled away before you could come. This time, you’ll be required to hold off your own orgasm. I’m going to push you hard, baby, and I will edge you multiple times before you get any real break. If you come, the consequences will be severe. Understood?”

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

I wasn’t sure how I was going to comply, though. With every denied orgasm, my body was getting strung tighter than a bow. Exploding was inevitable—it was just a matter of time.

But I wanted to be good for him. So I would try my hardest to comply.

“Good boy.” He lifted the Unicorn into my line of sight, and I furrowed my brow. “Oh, it’s okay, baby. I know you’re used to this one. But I have a little treat for you today. We’re going to use it a little differently.”

My frown got deeper, and he laughed.

“Don’t worry, baby. This will be a good surprise—well, for me, anyway. Legs up.”

Apprehensively, I pulled my legs into a position my body was starting to get very familiar with, showing him my hole. I’d been nervous about having a boyfriend who liked playing with my ass because I had hair everywhere, but it had always felt wrong to wax or shave, so I’d ignored it until now. But Tristan seemed to love how hairy I was, and it certainly had not deterred him from any and all ass play.

Fuck, he was perfect.

I watched as Tristan coated the sparkly pink Unicorn in lube then saw it disappear as he pressed it against my hole. By this point, I was well-versed in relaxing my ass to let something in—fuck, had I ever imagined I’d have so many different things in my ass in one day?—so the tip slipped in easily.

It felt familiar, like an old friend . . . if that friend was a sex toy . . . but when it was almost in, Tris pressed against the end, and my ass lit the fuck up. Suddenly, my beloved toy was vibrating inside me, pounding my prostate with sensations I’d never felt before, betraying me. I shouted, and Tristan laughed loudly over the sound.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Daddy?”

I scowled at him. “If you—shit!—say . . . so,” I eked out breathlessly. “You are determined to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Now, Daddy,” he cooed, poking at the base again, making me yell as the vibrations picked up. “You wouldn’t want to piss me off when I have a vibrating cock in your ass, would you?”

I clenched the comforter in response.

“So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take you to the edge, um . . . well, five times did sound good”—my eyes shot wide as my stomach dropped, or it would have had not every single nerve ending in my ass been activated, lighting my entire body up like the fucking Fourth of July—“then we’ll take a break for dinner. After that, I have plans.”

I imagined Tris would be twirling a curly mustache like an old-timey villain had he not had a fucking vibrating Unicorn in my ass.

“I won’t share just yet, but if you play your cards right, you may just get to earn a chance to come.”

He cranked up the vibration again, and low and behold, I could feel my orgasm starting to build. But just before it crested, I gritted my teeth, thought about mushrooms—I hated the things—and brought myself back from the edge. I was still raring to go, but it wasn’t imminent.

Fuck, I had to do this five times?

***

Thankfully, my Devil Daddy gave me some breaks so I didn’t have to rely on sheer willpower to do what I was told, but it was still the most difficult hour of sex in my life. By the end of it, I needed another shower, and I was breathing like I’d just run a marathon.