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“Henry, eyes on mine.”
I flicked my gaze up to meet his.
“From now on, you follow my commands unquestioningly. You must have permission to even move until I tell you otherwise. The only thing you may do without permission is breathe. Understood?”
I nodded.
“Use your words.”
Fuck, he was so impossibly hot like this. “Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, I like that. You will address me as Sir or Devil Daddy today, understood?”
I shivered involuntarily. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Now,” he started, tucking something into the back pocket of his jeans before rubbing his hands together in front of him. “Are you comfortable with the stoplight system for safewords?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Tell me what they are.”
“Red to stop everything, yellow to slow down, and green means I’m good to go.”
“Good. Our rule for today is this: You are to answer my questions verbally unless you’re unable to”—his eyes flicked to the ball gag—“but otherwise, you may not speak except to safeword. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I will give you a hand motion to serve as your safeword if you’re unable to speak. Our other rule I’ve already alluded to: You will follow my every command without hesitation. Understood?”
I nodded even as I confirmed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent. First, we need to get you clean. Pick up the enema kit, and follow me.”
Then he stalked into the bathroom with every confidence that I would be close behind him.
Snatching up the box, I hurried to follow him before he could accuse me of being too slow, my stomach tumbling with nerves. What was this going to be like? Red started to heat my cheeks at the thought of being so vulnerable in front of another person.
“Bend over the sink.”
Shakily, I placed both hands on the countertop and leaned over, sticking my ass out. Fuck, this was gonna suck in all the best ways.
Tris reached beside me into the drawer where I kept a bottle of lube and pulled it out. After coating his fingers where I could see him—no doubt to keep me on edge—he pressed down on my lower back, forcing me to arch a little more. Then I felt his fingers on my hole.
His touch felt too clinical to be considered sexy, and I couldn’t figure out why I thought that was hot as well. God, this whole scene had my brain spinning. Tris was opening me up to a myriad of new experiences today, and I was here for it.
I grunted as his first finger breached me. I still wasn’t quite used to someone else opening me up, so when he slid a second finger in, I gasped. After scissoring me open for a few moments, he pulled his fingers out without ceremony, smacked my ass cheek lightly with his clean hand, then wiped the lube off of his fingers with a washcloth. My hole felt looser than I was used to, and the lube inside me and between my cheeks was a new and slightly uncomfortable feeling, especially given what was coming next.
“Eyes forward,” he commanded before I heard him open the kit, remove its contents, fumble around at the shower, then turn on the water a moment later.
My knees were getting a little weak.
I heard him shuffling, probably removing his clothes so they didn’t get wet, then his next command came from just inside the shower door. “Get in here, Henry.”
Straightening, I turned to find him in his tiny boxer briefs—skintight and baby pink, basically god’s gift to gay men everywhere—and nothing else. I loved that he’d at least kept some part of him covered; it made our power difference even more stark.
I trudged toward the large glass enclosure, but I sped up when Tristan narrowed his eyes at me through the opening, crossing his arms to express his displeasure. Shit, I was going to pay for that slight hesitation.
I stepped into the shower, finding Tristan holding a hose attached to a side nozzle. I didn’t even know that was possible. The water was cooler than I’d expected; since it was going inside me, I supposed I didn’t want it too hot. The flow was also turned way down, trickling out of the enema nozzle in a slight but steady flow.
