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hear him talk like that. It outdid every single fantasy she’d ever had. “Please, Cyrus. Please fuck me.”
    “Good girl,” he praised. “Stay still.”
    He moved away, and she cried out, the loss of his body heat too much to bear. With her ass burning and her head spinning in a combination of vulnerability and arousal, she wanted to melt into the firm bench.
    Then he was back, and something cold and wet touched her anus.
    “I’m going to fuck you in the ass now, little sub. If you have a problem with that, you know what to do.”
    Megan’s stomach muscles jerked. She enjoyed anal play, but it had been a very long time.
    While she was considering how to proceed, Cyrus pressed his lubricated fingers to the tiny hole, stretching her to the point of a dull burn. Megan gasped for air.
    “Don’t tense up,” he warned. “Push into it.”
    She tried to relax, but the sensations rushing through her overwhelmed everything else. The intensity between fantasy and reality went beyond the fear and straight into ecstasy. What had started out as a game now threatened to go deeper.
    The touch of lips across one flaming cheek nearly sent Megan over the edge. While he was preparing her passage for his cock, she was literally burning from the inside out. The tension coiled in her abdomen went taut. Each easy slide of his fingers in and out of her brought an orgasm closer than she thought possible. Her body tensed; sweat broke out across her skin.
    “Oh…I’m going to…”
    “No. Not yet.” In a blink, he’d removed his fingers and fitted the head of his cock at her opening. “Make it wait, Megan.”
    Black spots wavered in front of her eyes as she tried to focus on something other than the need to come, but the sensation of the wide head of his dick pressing against her blew her mind.
    “You haven’t forgotten about my candy, have you?”
    Megan crinkled her forehead. Her eyes went wide with shock as a cool, solid length slid into her pussy. She’d forgotten all about the dildo.
    Before she’d fully adjusted to what was happening, Cyrus pushed into her ass. In a combination of tenderness and ruthless invasion he took her in one powerful stroke. His ruthless invasion stretched her to the point of pain, leaving her gasping for air. Oh God, it was too much.
    Her safe word hovered at the edge of consciousness as she considered using it. Then the toy in her pussy moved. The hook of the candy cane rubbed across her elusive G-spot as the stalk of the dildo pressed against her clit. A scream tore from her throat, and pleasure consumed her as she came.
    “Fuck,” Cyrus snarled behind her. He began to thrust hard and deep into her. So hard the sturdy bench rattled underneath her.
    This kind of possession unarmed her. Her body protested at first, the pain reaching a level she’d never experienced before.
    Cyrus growled behind her, “You are only supposed to come when I tell you it’s okay.” As if to punctuate his words, the toy slipped from her still clenching pussy and dropped to the floor with a thud . And still he moved faster, taking her with a commanding force she instantly fell in love with. He braced his hands on her hips for more leverage, and despite the brutal intensity, another orgasm began to creep up on her.
    He shoved in deep and halted behind her. “Do you understand me?”
    Megan shook her head and tried to clear the fog. “Yes, Cyrus. Please. You’re going to make me come again.”
    He must have liked that idea as he thrust with more fervor than before. Megan whimpered and gritted her teeth against the onslaught. She couldn’t hold back on her own much longer.
    Cyrus must have sensed everything she felt. He swore behind her. “Come again then, girl. Now.”
    The barked order sent her violently over the edge. Hard shudders shook her body as he too came, jerking inside her. His fingers at her hips dug in with brutal force as both their climaxes seemed to go on forever.
    By the time she stopped coming, her