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forestalled her. “As with everything we possess, we are proud to show others.”
    A possession. She’d do well to remember that. The flattery seemed unnecessary or perhaps it was their way of talking to women they planned to use. They owned her for the next while and if they wanted to display her like a prize cow—or whatever passed for a cow here—then that’s what they would do. So others wouldn’t be allowed to touch her, merely ogle her—if she required it. Again, she struggled with conflicting emotions just thinking about it. She never thought she held exhibitionistic tendencies and certainly didn’t consider her plump body something people would want to look at, but Thorn didn’t seem to think that was the case. She shrugged, involuntarily. They would do what they would with her, and she would survive it.
    “I feel your conflict, little one. You will come to trust that we will know what is best for you, what will give you pleasure and make you come to appreciate your worth. Now get over my lap.”
    She wanted to refuse, or at least protest, then acquiesced, her breasts resting on the seat cushion just on the other side of his thigh, her belly centered on his thighs. The thick ridge of his erection nestled into her ribs as she turned her head to lay her cheek on the seat. She was probably going to get another ass whacking because she’d hesitated for god’s sake. A popping sound filled her ears, and something cool and viscous drizzled across her butt. She shivered, and his big warm hand swept into the substance, smoothing it across her ass and down over her thighs. It quickly warmed, the sensation deepening as it worked in and eased any residual soreness.
    “Hitch up, Adara. Come up a little onto your knees. Separate them but not so much you will fall from the bench.”
    Gods. What was he planning to do? The tender care of her bottom confused her, and she didn’t want to risk him changing his mind. As she followed his directions, more of the same mixture dropped to ooze between her buttocks, followed by what had to be his fingers. One teased the gel over her back entrance, and she clenched against it. That earned her a smack, the sound reverberating in the close confines of their vehicle, but it didn’t really hurt. It did get her attention, as if him messing with her back there hadn’t.
    “Relax and do not fight me, little one. This will not hurt you. A little uncomfortable perhaps, different, but if you cooperate it will go more easily.”
    Fine for him to say—he wasn’t the one being penetrated in a hole that no one other than her doctor had seen. And her physician touched her only briefly. Thorn was spending a lot of time there, and she was positive she hated the edgy, forbidden feeling. The gel heated her up too. Embarrassment and humiliation overwhelmed her, and she whimpered before she could bite the sound back.
    “Shhh, Adara. This part of you will be well used, and you must be prepared so as not to experience injury. Deep breaths, agapi mou.”
    She breathed deeply and did her best to relax, wondering what language he spoke and what agapi mou meant. Probably nothing flattering seeing as he was now pushing one of those big fingers inside her bottom hole. She wanted it out and pushed tight with her muscle there. He slid in deeper—a lot deeper. If he went farther, she’d feel him in her chest.
    Pulling that devilish finger out, he shoved back in before she could appreciate its loss. In and out it went, sometimes deeper, sometimes shallower. Just as she became used to the sensation another blunt finger joined the first, and she writhed to get away. Too big, too much. His other hand descended upon the small of her back and pinned her.
    “Please,” she begged. “I don’t like it.”
    “You will, little one. Accept it now. There is no option.” He pushed in and separated those big digits, stretching her ever wider. He wasn’t rough with her, although she wouldn’t say he was being gentle