Chapter 3

Before I could recover, I felt the slick press of his finger against my ass, teasing the tight entrance.

I whimpered, my body still sensitive from the orgasm, my muscles clenching instinctively. “Ken, I'm sorry I can’t”

“You can,” he snapped, his voice sharp. “And you will.” His finger pressed harder, breaching the resistance of my ass with a slow, insistent push.

I gasped, my nails digging into the edge of the machine’s control panel as the unfamiliar ...