“Inhale,” he directs. “Now exhale.”

On the exhale, he pushes the tip of the plug in.

I stay perfectly still even though I want to squirm away. This feels plain weird.

“Inhale…exhale.”

He sinks more of the plug in. Gradually, with each exhale, more and more of the plug is nestled in me until my anus seems to suddenly go from resistance to pulling it in.

“Good girl, Bridge.”

I adjust to the fullness faster than I thought I would, until he grasps the end of the plug and wiggles it. Releasing the plug, he gives my buttock a slap. Then he intensifies his fingers against my clit, and the pleasure is incredible. I don’t know how the plug has anything to do with my clit, but the whole area between my legs is lit. The stimulation at my clit seems to accentuate the butt plug, which responds by echoing the pleasure from my clit. I’m bewildered and ecstatic.

“Can I come? Can I come?” I ask in a hurry.

“Yes.”

“Ohhhhhh…”

Fireworks go off between my legs. I don’t know what to do with my body. As long as he’s touching me, I’m on some other plane of sensation. Eventually, he withdraws his fingers but leaves the plug in.

By the time my climax finally fades, I am more than awake.

The rest of the morning, we hang out on the beach and watch the wedding rehearsal. I read through materials for school. We have lunch at the open-air, beachside grill, where I order the turmeric and coriander prawns while Darren opts for the grilled Wagyu. Darren compliments me on not agonizing over the prices. I admit that I feel a little guilty not opting for the least-expensive lunch item, but I think I’m getting used to spending his money.

Darren leans over to me and whispers, “It’s going to be more than worth it once we’re back at The Lotus.”

Halfway through the meal, while I listen to Amy compare this trip to the one her family took to Hong Kong, I see Darren look over to the far side of the restaurant where two men have sat down. I think they might be with the wedding, but Darren doesn’t look too happy to see them.

“That’s another friend from USC,” I overhear JD say to Darren.

Later, I glance over at the two men and see that one of them is looking at Darren with equal displeasure. In fact, they’re engaged in a staring contest.

Dessert menu in hand, I draw Darren’s attention by saying, “This sticky rice dessert sounds like the one we had at your place.”

Lunch ends with no more staring contests, but I do look over at the other guy twice. Both times, I find him staring at me.

“Who was the guy in the restaurant?” I ask Darren as we walk back to our villa.

“No one important,” he replies.

“You sure about that? You looked ready to kill him. Either that, or you guys were going to get hot and heavy.”