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I could just drift off to sleep now. But Nathan is not done. Not by a long way.
    “When you’re ready, slide it out. And put Vaseline all over the end.”
    “What? Why?”
    “You’ll need to work it into your arse, sweetheart. The Vaseline will help.”
    “Oh, no. That’s okay, I’m done.”
    “I say when you’re done. And it isn’t yet. Do as you’re told, Eva.”
    “Please, Nathan, I’m tired. I just want to sleep.”
    “You’ll sleep when I tell you you can. Now, do as I say.”
    I hear the hard, implacable tone of the Dom in his voice and know I have to obey. Now. I gently, carefully slide the vibrator out of my vagina and, holding it in my hand, I flick the ‘off’ switch before gingerly struggling into a sitting position. The soreness in my over-stimulated, stretched internal muscles is a sharp reminder that I need to take it slow. And that I’ve had enough.
    “I’m sore, Nathan. Please, no more tonight.”
    “Smear the Vaseline on the end, Eva. Do it now.”
    Resigned, I do as he says, and wait for further instructions.
    “Now, lie down again. Spread your legs wide and bring your knees up to your chest.”
    I know where this is headed, and every tired, reluctant nerve ending in my very well phone-fucked body screams at me to tell him no. And in the middle of one of our Dom/sub scenes there’s as much chance of that as there is of me sprouting wings and flying round the bedroom. So I assume the position.
    He knows without having to ask that I have obeyed him. His voice is clipped, curt. Gone is the gentle lover of a few minutes ago and in his place is the harsh, demanding Dom. “Now take some Vaseline on your fingers and rub it around your tight little arse, Eva. Do it now.”
    Wordlessly, I dip my fingers into the jar and reach down between my wide open thighs. Again watching my progress in the mirror on the wardrobe I carefully work the smooth lubricant all around my anus.
    “You’ll need to work it inside as well. Slide your finger in, Eva.”
    My mind and body recoil. But even as I’m telling myself I can’t do it, don’t want to do it, the instinct to obey my Dom takes over and my finger slips in, past the sphincter guarding the entrance. I gently circle the rim, spreading the lubricant around that forbidden, secret space. I know I am about to penetrate my most private place, and it’s going to hurt like hell because that thing is huge. My now far-from-virgin vagina struggled to accommodate it—my poor defenceless little anus will be torn wide open.
    Despite my earlier enthusiasm, fear begins to take over. I start to plead. “Nathan, I can’t do this. Please don’t make me…”
    “I fucked you there already, and you survived it. I’ll look after you. You’ll be fine. Trust me, Eva. Slide two fingers inside now. Right inside.”
    “I can’t…”
    “Do. It!”
    The commanding Dom voice takes control. I stop protesting and obey, forcing another finger into my anus alongside the first one. Actually, it’s not painful at all. But it feels so very wrong.
    “Wriggle your fingers, spread them. Open the entrance up. Be gentle. But firm. You need to be wide open.” His voice is so calm, so matter-of-fact that he might have been explaining how to change a light bulb. His tactics work and I do as I’m told, twisting and working my fingers in that inner space, feeling the strange but oddly pleasant sensation as the sphincter is coaxed to open. It loosens around my knuckles.
    “Get more Vaseline. Work it right inside now.” I obey, and as I slide my fingers back into my anus, reloaded with a generous blob of lubricant, I find the entrance already relaxed, no longer protesting but opening and accepting my intruding fingers. Nathan’s voice is there, unrelenting, insisting as I smooth the slick lubricating gel all around the outside before working it deep within.
    At last he seems satisfied. “I think you’re ready now, Eva. Take the vibrator and slide it in there. Take it slow,