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“Because you like it.”
“Nuh-uh.” Those pretty lips formed a pout.
“Don’t lie to Daddy, Callie. I seem to recall you coming all over my cock the other night like a fucking champ. Anal gave you your first orgasm,” he reminded her, amused by the fierce blush taking over her fair skin. “Tonight I’m going to fill you up with so much cum, I’ll be inside you for days.”
Gray eyes became unfocused. “Three inches is my limit.”
Evander chuckled, remembering her suggestion that they put a depth marker on his cock—a measly three inches. Slowly, he breached the reluctant ring of muscle with his middle finger, pressing deep as her hips rocked. “When I give you my cock, babygirl, you take all of it. You’re going to sit and watch a movie with all the inches stuffed up your ass like a living butt plug.”
“M-Maybe Elias doesn’t like anal?” she suggested with a pitiful moan.
Laughing would probably scare her, which was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead, he made a quiet sound of correction in his throat as his finger carefully worked open the rigidity of her stubborn asshole. “Eli has the same penchant for defiling beautiful, snug derrieres as I do. He’s going to be very jealous this evening.”
She tried to hunch her pelvis down, away from the second finger insistently demanding access, but Evander set his free hand on the small of her back and ruthlessly stretched her open. Her tiny whimpers directed all the blood in his body to his dick until it throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
Careful not to hurt her, he rotated his hand, scissoring his fingers, spreading them wide, until the muscles accepted the invaders. He tsked when her left hand lost its grip on her ass cheek, giving the soft flesh a firm smack. “Hold yourself open, babygirl. I’m almost done.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, doing exactly that.
“Good girl.” Removing his fingers, he picked up the lube again, replacing his digits with the long nozzle of the bottle. The rounded tip was designed for insertion, exactly for this purpose. “This will feel cold for a moment.”
Callie’s forehead dropped onto the counter with a dull thud as he squeezed the bottle. Normally, he might have requested that she lift her eyes to the mirror so he could see her expression in the large mirror in front of them, but the damn thing was fogged with steam from her shower.
After squirting a few doses of lubricant into her back channel, Evander withdrew the nozzle and set the bottle aside, running his hands up either side of her spine until he reached her shoulders. “Well done, Callie. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
His girl possessed a praise kink, he mused when her whole body quivered. He was learning that certain words, the right stroke of his hand, even a particular tone of voice was like catnip to her.
Perfectly delightful.
“All right, sweetness. Go put on the shirt I’ve left out for you on the foot of the bed, take a couple of minutes to find your headspace. Remind yourself that you can slow down or stop this at any time.” He kneaded her shoulders as he spoke, then helped her to stand upright. “Come into the living room when you’re ready.”
“I’m nervous.”
“That’s okay.”
When she simply stared at the foggy mirror, Evander turned her to face him. “Nervous or scared?”
“Just n-nervous, I think.”
“Do you want to be brave?”
A war of emotion broke out on her face, an internal battle he couldn’t help with. It was brief but intense, and ended with his sub straightening her shoulders. Her gray eyes were still uncertain when they met his, but there was determination in them too—for how long, he wasn’t sure.
“Will you punch him if he’s mean?”
Evander’s eyebrow flicked up. Was this what she was worried about? That Elias might be cruel to her? More than ever, he wished Daniel’s neck was in his hands so he could strangle the life out of the asshole. “Callie, I promise you, if Elias does anything wrong, I will rearrange his face just for you.”
Not that Eli’s behavior was of any concern.
The man was a Dom through and through.
He kissed her, slow and deep, until the tension shivering through her muscles ebbed. It was easy to forget she’d suffered trauma at the hands of another when she responded so beautifully to him. While her physical scars were in the open, the mental and emotional ones were still mostly unknown.
“Go on,” he murmured, touching his lips to her temple. “I’ll be there in a moment.”
Callie nodded and walked back into the bedroom, dragging her bare feet on the carpet. All she needed was a stuffie dangling from her hand to mimic a small child being made to walk to their doom.
Nothing was set in stone, he reminded himself as he washed his hands thoroughly. As with any scene, it came down to reading the situation as it progressed, and making subtle alterations—or completely scrapping components—of the proposed plan.
