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them.”
    “That’s good to know.” He bent over the small red sack and pulled another item from his secret stash.
    Something long and clear with red stripes. Megan’s eyes widened when she realized he held a candy cane dildo. She shivered at the thought of him using it on her.
    He tugged at her hair and motioned for her to stand. With as much grace as possible she got to her feet.
    “Bend over here.” He pointed to the rounded bench covered in red padded leather with a small platform to rest her knees on.
    A sliver of fear, slow and insidious, worked its way through her as she considered his request. For a fleeting second, she wondered how the night had spiraled out of control. Then again, this was her fantasy, and she deserved it.
    Megan climbed onto the bench and tried to rearrange herself into a comfortable position.
    “Good girl. Now hold this. And don’t drop it. I’d be very unhappy if my new toy got broken.” Cyrus placed something cool and smooth in her hands. “I’ve got a few more surprises in my bag.” Cyrus leaned across her back, distracting her from all her stupid thoughts about fear and what she should or shouldn’t be doing. The thick ridge of his cock reminded her that all of her fantasies were about to come true.
    Megan squirmed underneath him in the hopes he’d do something soon. Anything. God, her body ached to be fucked.
    When the anticipation was about to kill her, he began to nibble his way from her neck to her ass, alternating between sharp bites and sensual kisses that drove her mad. He stood, leaving her uncovered and desperately needy. Megan bit back a whimper at the loss. Before she had a chance to question what came next, a hard, rough texture circled her right ass check and then her left.
    What the hell?
    She swung her head to the side to see a small red ping-pong paddle in his hand. Startled, she lifted from the bench only to find his hand at the small of her back pushing down.
    “Stay still, my little pet. If you can’t continue, use your safe word. Otherwise don’t move.”
    With the paddle stroking her right side, Cyrus used his talented fingers to trace her seam from asshole to clit.
    “Judging by how wet you are, I’d say you are enjoying this.”
    Megan dropped her head and tried not to pant. The need to have him inside her grew exponentially with every second he touched her. He wanted her to be still while her mind screamed to wiggle, shift, or press back to find some satisfaction. This teasing would drive her insane. His finger slid between slick lips, and Megan bit down on her lip. “Such a good girl.”
    With each stroke, he pressed against a new bundle of nerves, sending tiny flares of electrified pleasure racing up her spine. Against her will, a low groan escaped her, and she pushed back to send his finger deeper inside.
    A sharp pop of his paddle against her right backside shocked Megan into awareness. Pain radiated across the small spot, leaving her breathless and dazed.
    “I did warn you to be still.” Cyrus slid his finger free, and before she could protest, another smack, harder this time, landed squarely across her crease.
    Sharp pain erupted across her ass, arrowing straight to her pussy. She squirmed and writhed as the blows landed one after the other. Soft, strangled moans fell from her mouth as the tension of an orgasm built behind her clit.
    “Your ass blushes the sweetest shade of red. It makes me want to keep going.”
    She whimpered, her head shaking frantically.
    “Good, little pet.” His hand smoothed across her heated skin again, eliciting a long low moan she didn’t even try to hold in that time. Cyrus grabbed the toy from her hands and hauled her up. “Are you ready to get fucked?”
    “Oh yes. Please.” He’d made her so aroused she felt the trickle of her juices at the top of her thighs.
    “Say it, then. Tell me and everyone else in this room how much you want to be fucked.”
    The harsh demand rolled through her. God she loved to