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I hear him undressing, followed by the tearing of a condom packet. Wait. Is he going to—can my body handle being filled in two holes?

My breath quickens when I feel his erection against my folds.

“Easy breaths,” he reminds me.

With my head pulled back by the rope and hook, my arms still tied behind my back, my legs bent and spread, I have never been in a more physically awkward position. It’s more challenging than the time I had to shimmy my way through an air vent to get in and out of a jewelry store Peter and I were lifting.

Rafe presses himself into me. My pussy feels tighter. Everything feels accentuated. With Rafe inside me, I feel the anal hook even more. I also feel Rafe more. Between being filled in two cavities and the vibrator still going, I’ve never been assaulted by so many sensations.

His cock throbs. I gasp. After giving me a minute to adjust to the fullness, he grabs my hips and slowly withdraws before pushing back in.

Ohgodohgodohgod.

My mind whirls. I’m headed to another orgasm. I plead for permission to come, but I’m not sure how coherent I would be even without the ball gag. Trying to hold back, I think about how uncomfortable my position is with my head pulled towards the anal hook, how wrong it is to have a hook in my rectum.

But it’s no use. After a few more thrusts from Rafe, I come undone. My orgasm wants to explode out of my body, but because it can’t, I implode. He grabs the vibrator to hold it in place while I convulse. There’s so much pressure being unleashed in my nether regions, I worry that I might pee. I have zero control over my body as my orgasm floods me with blinding euphoria.

Rafe sets aside the vibrator and shoves himself into me fast and hard. With a growl, he reaches his own climax, bucking sharply, before slowing. I feel him throbbing inside me. As my rapture ebbs, the discomfort of being tied up, the soreness of my arms still being pinioned behind me, seeps back into my attention, but I can’t move. I just lay atop the table as I am.

After he withdraws, Rafe removes the anal hook and starts unbinding the ropes. He takes out the ball gag, and I’m grateful I can stop drooling now.

“You know,” he says. “I didn’t give you permission to come.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

My shoulders slump. I sit up on the table. “I’m sorry, Rafe.”

He stares into my eyes and seems to know that I’m apologizing for more than coming without permission. But now that he’s come and has some good-feeling hormones flowing in him, he appears less angry.

In case he didn’t understand, I specify, “I’m sorry for everything. I was just—I’m worried about Peter, that something might have happened to him and—”

For the briefest of seconds, he stiffens. His countenance remains stoic, but I felt something from him.

“You wouldn’t have done the same if you were in my shoes?” I finish.

“What did Alessandro tell you about me?” he asks.

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