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her suffering worthwhile.
    He moved out of her line of sight.
    She felt her butt cheeks being separated by two, big, strong hands. Master Devon’s?
    Unconsciously, she locked her knees.
    “Relax,” Master Gabriel said.
    Master Devon spread her ass cheeks even farther apart. This was impossible. She’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so helpless…
    “I’ve lubed the plug,” Master Gabriel commented. “And I’ll give you my finger first. No struggling, no fussing.”
    He held on to one of her shoulders and inserted his finger with no difficulty.
    “Good,” he said.
    Seconds later, she felt the cold, unyielding plug probing at her.
    “I’m not going to fuck you with it,” Master Gabriel told her quietly. “You don’t need me to. I’m going straight in with a single push.”
    She remained silent, which he evidently took as assent.
    “That’s my girl.”
    His girl?
    Oh, God, she wanted to be his, perfect in every way, pleasing him.
    He slid his fingers across her suddenly damp pussy, putting her on the knife-edge of arousal.
    “Bear down now,” he instructed. “Open your hole for me.”
    She followed his order, feeling utterly like a submissive, available to please her Dom.
    “Yes,” he said.
    He forced the nasty thing deep inside her. Despite her resolution and his order, she fought. The plug was more than a little uncomfortable. It freaking hurt!
    “Stop fighting,” he said softly. He soothed her hair.
    “Take it out.”
    Master Devon released his grip on her behind, and that seemed to make the fit even snugger. With her muscles, she tried to force it out.
    “I said stop,” Master Gabriel commanded.
    One of the men slapped her ass, hard.
    She gasped.
    The smacks continued until the pain obliterated her need to struggle. Not knowing which of the two men was punishing her overwhelmed her, and unaccountably she began to relax.
    As she did, the plug snuggled in and no longer hurt. In fact, she enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed full for him.
    The brutal spanking stopped.
    “Are you back under control?” Master Gabriel asked against her ear.
    She nodded. And she was. His actions had calmed her.
    Master Devon, as startlingly handsome as ever, walked in front of her. He had cropped, brownish-blond hair and green eyes that darkened and lightened depending on his mood, and his state of arousal.
    He was so different from Master Gabriel, but every bit as appealing.
    Master Devon tucked her hair back from her cheekbones. His touch was gentle and reassuring. Last night on the ship’s deck, he’d been a source of emotional strength. All of that made it difficult to reconcile him with the man who’d spread her buttocks while another man had plugged her ass.
    He cupped her breasts and squeezed them hard. The sensation was too, too much.
    “You have never been so lovely, Victoria,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to playing with you for a year. And that you’re submitting to me and Master Gabriel is a huge turn-on.”
    Since she’d seen him last, he’d been the stuff of fantasies. She’d mentally replayed scenes as she’d masturbated, and she’d added new twists, hoping they could try them. Even in her wildest imaginings, she’d never come up with anything this spectacular.
    Master Devon’s cock pressed against his trousers. She’d had that thickness inside her before, in her mouth, her pussy. She wanted it—him—again. Soon.
    And he wanted her. She knew that from years of experience, not just because of his erection. When the green of his eyes became this dark, he desired her as much as she wanted him. The scene would still be regimented, but it would be shortened so they could have sex. They became male and female, more than Dom and sub.
    If she weren’t tied up, she’d fall to her knees, unzip his expensive trousers, take out his penis—she knew he’d be wearing plain-coloured boxers—and swirl the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock. He’d have his hands