“Please don’t,” I beg when I hit the cold tiles of the wall.
“Aww, do you really think that helps?” He moves in, crowding me against the wall.
I’m so scared that I can’t do anything but screw my eyes shut and hope it will all go away as he lifts my arms, one at a time, and buckles the cuffs around my wrists.
“Get on the floor. Lie on your side. Head that way.” He points toward the wall behind me.
I stare at the unattached cuffs and then down at the floor. That’s when I see the chain. Secured to a ring low on the wall.
I shake my head. “Please, not this. Just… Anything. Not this.”
His smile fades, eyes darkening. “If you don’t obey this very moment, I’ll have Dad come watch. Now, get on the floor, on your side.”
Swallowing hard, I stare at him, thinking he’s bluffing. But when he reaches for the door handle, I scramble to the floor and lie on my side.
Killian moves on to attach the cuffs to the chain, stretching my arms above my head. Then he grabs a long pillow I hadn’t even noticed and places it between my legs. “Turn slightly.” He pushes me a little, angling me farther onto my stomach, exposing my ass even more.
“Good girl,” he says, but it’s not with the same warmth as when Ian says it. Killian’s voice holds a note of taunting that crushes the sweet praise that should be inherent to those words.
There’s the familiar snap of latex as he puts on a glove, and then he’s pulling at my top ass cheek, exposing my tight opening and squeezing cold lube onto it.
“You said—Your father promised no…” I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to say the word. “No play like that.”
He huffs a mocking laugh. “You think I’m gonna stay and watch you empty your bowels? Nah, I’m not into that kind of thing.” He presses a finger into the moisture and pushes just inside, spreading the lube. “But I am going to enjoy every little bit of your humiliation as I stick the syringe inside your ass and pump your stomach full of water.”
“No,” I gasp, pulling at my hands to cover my face, but they catch on the chain. Panic rises anew, squeezing my chest and drawing tears to my eyes. “I can’t do this. I just can’t.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you want it.” With one slow push, he inserts his long finger into my ass—which he has stretched enough times to easily take a finger without preparation. I try to resist the electric sensations sparking in my nerves, but as he moves in and out very slowly, it’s impossible. Every tiny movement sets a new bundle of nerves on fire, and as he keeps going, the sensations spread out, drawing all my awareness to that region.
“You never can resist a good bit of ass play. I wonder if it’s because your first good sexual experience was anal.”
“Stop,” I exclaim, tugging at my arms again to cover my ears, but it’s no use. They’re stuck, and Killian just raises his voice to drown out my protests. When I try to scoot farther up to reach my ears, he simply slams a hand onto my hip, locking me in place with terrifying ease.
“Or maybe it was the trauma that fucked you up. Or are you just a natural? A dirty”—he shoves his whole finger all the way in—“little”—he pulls out and repeats the motion—“anal”—one more time—“slut.” He grunts at that last push, seating his finger deep inside my ass.
I’m panting now, suppressing moans repeatedly. But when he reaches between my legs and the pillow, sliding a finger through my soaked lips and over my clit, I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Ah,” I moan, hating myself a little. But when Killian starts moving his finger inside my ass while rubbing my clit, the buzzing sensations drown out everything—even my self-deprecating thoughts. I moan and groan, bucking wildly, and push into his touch. There’s just no helping it.
“Are you a good, obedient girl? Are you, Jenna?”
“Yes,” I say on a long moan.
“Are you going to ask me to shove that syringe inside your ass and flush out your bowels?”
Tears spring to my eyes. I tell myself it’s because of the helpless defeat, but deep down, I know that part of it is fucked-up, overwhelming desire that needs an outlet.
“Yes,” I whisper, sniffling as it all overcomes me.
“Do it,” he demands, imbuing his voice with a reverberating authority I haven’t heard from him before. I’ve seen his dominant side, but this tone hits deeper. It has the exact same effect as when his dad does it. It snuffs out my resistance and calls upon my instinctive obedience.
“Please…” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. “Please stick the syringe inside my ass and flush out my bowels.”
At that moment, I break. Utter defeat washes over me, sucking the strength from my body and making me slump on the floor.
“That’s it,” Killian croons, removing his finger from my clit. This time, there’s no mockery in his voice. I shake a little as a few tears spill from my eyes, but otherwise, I remain still, lost to the mind-numbing force of his command.
When he hums and reaches up to stroke my hair, the capitulation doesn’t feel self-eradicating. Rather, it’s freeing. Like I can just be. There’s no need to be anyone or anything, hold up an image, or even my dignity. I just have to be whatever he makes me.