When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. This was who I was becoming. Who Kiernan was making me.
Ophelia was already in the corridor when I emerged, wearing a dress so thin her nipples were visible. The black material skimmed her curves, ending mid-thigh, hiding nothing.
My mouth went dry. “Kiernan’s waiting,” I managed.
We found him outside the playroom. His gaze traveled over us with dark approval that made me strain beneath the leather.
“Beautiful.” He traced a finger down Ophelia’s spine, and she shivered. “Both of you.”
He opened the playroom door, then motioned for us to go in first.
A leather bench dominated the center of the room. On a side table sat a small case that made my stomach clench in anticipation.
“Tonight is about preparation.” Kiernan closed the door behind us.
He crossed to the case and opened it. Nestled in velvet were three plugs—graduated sizes, all smooth black silicone. My arse clenched involuntarily.
“These stay in until I remove them.” His voice dropped to that register that made my spine straighten and my cock throb. “You’ll wear them during dinner. You’ll eat and drink and make polite conversation, and by the time we leave for the Thorned Thistle, your bodies will be aching for what comes next.”
I couldn’t breathe. Having a toy inside me—there—for hours…
“Ophelia. Bend over the bench.”
His finger was slick with lubricant and circled her entrance but stopped short of penetration.
“Relax.” He rested his hand on her spine. “You’ve done this before?”
“Once. A long time ago.”
“Then, you know the key is patience.” As the tip of his finger pressed inward, she exhaled slowly. “Good. Yes, like that.”
Her nails made indentations in the leather, and she gasped as he positioned the plug, then gradually worked it all the way in.
“Stand,” he told her before turning to me. “Your turn, Oliver. Strip but leave the cuffs on.”
When I did, my erection sprang free. I started toward the bench, but Kiernan stopped me.
“You’ve never had anything inside you.” It wasn’t a question.
“No.”
“Then, we go slowly. If you need to stop, you say red. If you need me to slow down, you say yellow. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
He motioned to Ophelia. “Move under the bench and suck him off while I work him open.”
She positioned herself beneath me, and when I bent over, her tongue circled my length.
“Focus on her,” Kiernan ordered from behind me. “Let her distract you.”
Her lips wrapped around me at the same time Kiernan’s slicked finger pressed into my hole.
I jerked at the dual sensation—wet heat engulfing my erection, cool pressure circling my entrance. My body didn’t know which sensation to chase.
“Breathe.” Kiernan’s voice was steady. “Push back. That’s it.”
His finger breached me.
