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  “I’m back, sweetheart.” He sat on the bed beside her, watching as her eyes flicked to the two plastic shafts in his hands.

  “What…what are those?” she asked in that soft, lilting voice.

  “They’re for the next part of your fantasy.” He laid them on the bed beside her.

  “Oh.” Her voice was small. “So that’s what you meant by…by double penetration.”

  He frowned. “Did you have something else in mind? Another man? Because I don’t think I can help you with something like that, sweetheart. When I’m with a woman I like, I don’t share.” Damn right he wouldn’t share her. He felt a hot flare of possessiveness grip him at the very thought.

  She shook her head quickly. “Oh, no—you thought I meant I wanted two…two men at once?”

  “Is that what you wanted?” he asked bluntly. Had he misread her fantasy? Had he misread her?

  She shook her head. “I only want you, Master,” she murmured, looking into his eyes. “No one else. And I don’t need any elaborate fantasy to make me happy as long as you’re here.”

  He gave her a long, measuring glance. “You mean that, don’t you?”

  She blushed. “I know it sounds stupid when I don’t even know your real name. But, well… I can’t help it.”

  “Kyle,” he said, knowing he shouldn’t tell her even as he did. “My name is Kyle.”

  “Kyle.” She tasted the name on her lips, rolled it on her tongue. Then she smiled as she looked up at him. “Master Kyle.”

  “If you prefer.” He liked his name on her lips—liked it much more than he should’ve.

  Her eyes returned to the two vibrators lying beside her. “Are…are you going to put those in me? Both at the same time?”

  The genuine fear in her eyes made him wonder again for a fleeting second if she had changed her mind. Why would she write a scenario that so obviously made her nervous? But there was desire far back in the dark depths of her beautiful eyes too—the desire not so much to be penetrated as to submit. And if she had to submit to having both vibrators inside her, he knew she would. She would do it for him—because he was her master.

  Leaning forward, he ran the back of his hand over her cheek. “Yes, sweetheart, I’m going to put them in you,” he murmured, trying to make his voice gentle. “But not at the same time. I think it would be easier to put this one in first.” Reaching down, he picked up the smaller, thinner vibrator. “Have you ever been penetrated anally before?” he asked her.

  She bit her lip and shook her head. “Will it hurt?”

  “It doesn’t have to.” Reaching into the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed, he pulled out a single-use packet of lube. “I’ll get you ready first and all you have to do is just try to be open for me. Just like you were with the wax. Okay?”

  She nodded, her dark eyes huge in her pale face. For a moment Kyle just wanted to throw the fantasy out the window and forget about following the rules. He wanted to set her free—untie the damn black silk scarves and gather her into his arms. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her and tell her they could do anything she wanted. But that wasn’t what she was paying for, he reminded himself. She was paying to have her boundaries pushed and he was there to push them.

  So instead of untying the scarves, he ripped open the packet of lube and spread some on his fingers. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, looking down into her eyes. “Open up and let me get you ready.”

  Chapter Six

  Jillian couldn’t believe it had come to this. Double penetration. Who would have guessed that her little sister was this kinky? Or maybe Sabrina had just written the most extreme things she could think of without actually believing they were going to happen to her. That would be something she would do—she could be so disconnected from reality sometimes. At any rate, whether she had intended for things to go this far or not, Jillian was now going to have to pay the piper for her sister’s wild fantasy.

  Again the idea of admitting who she was and what she was doing here crossed her mind. But she didn’t want to. First because it seemed like she was really connecting with this man—with Kyle, she reminded herself. She knew it sounded silly but she couldn’t help herself—she liked him a lot. And it wasn’t just because he gave her the most amazing orgasms either. He seemed like a genuine person, an intelligent man she could talk to about more than golf, which had been Barry’s main topic of conversation.

  The second reason she didn’t want to stop was that, as strange as it sounded, she actually wanted to submit to him. He was her master, at least for right now, and she wanted to open herself to him completely and give him what he demanded. If that meant letting him put both of the scary-looking vibrators inside her, she was willing to give in to him. Although she’d rather have his thick shaft inside her instead, she thought longingly.

  His fingers, when he touched her, were cool and slick with lube. Jillian moaned softly and closed her eyes as he worked them into her, stretching her where she had never been stretched before. It felt so strange to be letting him do this to her and yet, so right at the same time. She could feel herself beginning to get hot again as his fingers scissored gently inside her, opening her for him completely. It was an incredibly sensual experience to lie there helpless and allow him to do things to her that no one else had ever dreamed of doing, that she herself had never dreamed of asking for.

  “You ready?” he murmured at last, withdrawing his fingers.

  Jillian nodded, not trusting her voice. She watched mutely as he rolled a condom over the length of the slim black vibrator. It had a bulge near the end that was really frightening—probably to hold it in place once it was inserted. Then he was pressing the cool tip of it against her rosebud, pushing forward relentlessly as he entered her with it.

  “God, Kyle…Master!” she gasped involuntarily as it slid inside her. He had done a good job preparing her but it was still difficult to have something where there had never been anything before. For a moment Jillian wondered if she could take it.

  Kyle seemed to sense her problem because he stopped with the slim black vibrator only halfway inside her and looked at her seriously. “Do you want to say your safe word, sweetheart?” he asked.

  Jillian shook her head. “No, Master,” she whispered. “It’s just…it’s hard. Hard to let you…do this to me.”

  “I know, baby,” he murmured with unexpected tenderness. “But just take a deep breath and try to be open for me. I’m almost in. Here, let me try to make it a little easier for you.” He reached between her legs with his other hand and began a slow, steady stroke along the sensitive side of her clit with one long finger.

  Immediately the pain she had been feeling was eclipsed by the pleasure of his gentle, sensuous touch and Jillian felt her heart rate begin to quicken as her breath caught in her throat.

  “Better?” he asked softly, looking into her eyes as he touched her.

  “Uh-huh.” Jillian did as he asked and took the deepest breath she possibly could. Then she let it out slowly, consciously trying to relax her entire body by concentrating on the pleasure he was building inside her. Kyle seemed to sense she was ready because he began his forward thrust again and soon the entire length of the black vibrator was buried in her body.

  “So beautiful when you submit,” he breathed, withdrawing his hand at last. “How does it feel?” The expression on his face as he looked down at her was half desire and half concern.

  “Not bad,” Jillian admitted, as much to herself as to him. She missed his touch between her legs already. “Just different. Fuller.” She eyed the other vibrator that was still lying beside her on the bed. “Does…does that have to go in me too?”

  He nodded and gave her a smile. “Double penetration, remember?”

  “I’d much rather have you inside me instead.” Jillian didn’t know where she got the nerve to proposition him again, especially after he’d turned her down before but somehow she just couldn’t help herself. She wanted him badly—badly e