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chuckled at his own joke.
    The pain in my elbows was radiating up into my shoulders, yet my main focus was what was going on behind me.
    The pressure resumed. Whatever was trying to gain entrance to my ass wiggled and prodded causing twinges of need in my clit.
    “ Ahhh…” I moaned.
    He pressed harder.
    I wanted it inside me, yet I was afraid.
    It broke through and pushed into me. The muscle around it screamed out in agony. “Oh, no!” I cried. This felt much bigger than anything Alexis had put in there. It was excruciating.
    “Out…please!”
    “All right,” he said.
    And he left the room.

Chapter Three
    I couldn’t believe he’d left me. Surely he knew I’d meant for him to take the object out of my ass, not that I wanted him to leave.
    I tried to change positions to lessen the pressure on my elbows, but when I did, it increased the pressure in my ass.
    This was too much. I ached all over. My ass cheeks stung. My nipples and my poor little hole throbbed.
    And worst of all, my clit and pussy were desperate for attention.
    I tried to move again, but the spreader had my knees so wide, I couldn’t even roll onto my side.
    “Dimitri!” I cried. I hoped no one else was in the house. “Dimitri!”
    I heard manly footsteps outside the door. It opened. “Yes?” he said calmly.
    “Please. I can’t take any more.”
    He shut the door behind him and came over to me. He paced around behind me.
    “Are you ready to tell me the story?” he asked.
    “Please. It’s personal. I was tricked into something. It’s too embarrassing.”
    Thwack…
    The whip slashed across my backside, but, much worse, it made contact with the plug in my ass, pushing it in further. I was certain it got thicker toward the back because it stretched me even more. Maybe it was more of a dildo than a plug.
    “You won’t tell me your name. And you won’t entertain me with your story.”
    Thwack…
    I screamed out when the plug shoved in further. “Please?” I whimpered.
    “All you have to do is agree to tell me one or the other. If you do, I’ll release you and put you in my soft, comfortable bed.”
    His hand snaked between my thighs. His finger slithered through my slit.
    “Ohhh!” I jumped from the pleasure shock.
    “I’ll even pleasure your body, my little whore. I’m sure you want to come.” He dipped his finger into my soaked pussy and spread the cream over my clit.
    “ Oh…yes… ”
    He swirled around and around, ever so lightly. “Do you agree?”
    “Yes…anything.” I replied.

    *****
It should have felt strange being in Dimitri’s bed with him, yet it didn’t really feel that way at all.
    After he’d removed all the sexual paraphernalia, he’d led me over to the bed and tucked us both in.
    When I had trouble beginning my story, he’d put the blindfold back on, saying these things were easier to tell in the dark.
    So, I told him—about Alexis’ girls’ night slumber party. About Paris and her whip and Tiff and her…special skills.
    However, I ended the story without any mention of Eric. For some reason, I didn’t want to talk to Dimitri about being with another man. I didn’t even want him to know I’d ever been with another man, which was ridiculous since I’d gotten here by selling myself into prostitution.
    When I was finished, he pulled the blindfold off. I kept my eyes closed a moment longer, afraid to look at him. Afraid he’d see me as a freak now that he knew the extent of my perversions. I opened my eyes as he turned on his side toward me. Our heads were on separate pillows, but our faces were only inches apart. He touched his finger to my chin and turned my head until I was gazing into his eyes.
    “Now that was arousing,” he said. A sense of relief washed over me. Since the first night on the yacht with Eric and Alexis, I’d been afraid any normal man would find my cooperation in their games disgusting.
    “Not sick?” I needed further validation from him. “Not perverted?”
    “Who’s