Meadow’s POV:

“Fuck…” My moan slipped out, light as a feather. “Yes, daddy.”

The toy slid deeper inside of me and I gasped, my hips arching helplessly off the bed. Alaric moved it with a control that made me go dizzy with lust. He kept me pinned, his hand still on my hips like he didn’t want me to shy away from this.

The stretch burned only slightly, and I could only imagine what his thick cock would feel like inside me.

This wasn’t a test.

This was fucking torture. And ...