It’s only a few hours before my door unlocks again. Instead of barging straight in, Colt eases the door open, peering at the bed like he’s expecting me to be asleep. As it turns out, I did drift off in the middle of the book I was reading, but I got up to use the bathroom.

And the moment I got out of bed, I remembered the plug in my ass. I actually managed to forget about it for a little bit. It was nice.

I did something else, too, and the effect is just starting to kick in. “I’m awake,” I tell him, and he opens the door wider before stepping inside.

Immediately, my gaze is drawn to what he’s holding in his hand. “You can’t be serious,” I whisper, my eyes bulging at yet another plug, this one thicker and longer than the one I’m wearing now.

“It’s for your own good. Just to make sure you’re ready.”

“That thing looks like it’s going to tear me apart,” I whisper, revolted at the sight of it.

He looks down at it, tilting his head to the side. “This thing is like half the size of my cock.”

And he’s right. “Please, don’t remind me,” I mutter in absolute misery. But even the misery isn’t as bad as it was before, thanks to that double dose of pills I took around twenty minutes ago. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. Nix keeps talking about wine to take the edge off, but I would much rather take my pills. At least I know nobody tampered with those.

“I can help you if you want.” Clearly, he’s not going to back down on this. I guess in the end, he’s trying to do it for me, so I can’t be mad. Instead, I roll to my side, facing away from him, then work my pants down all over my hips while he squirts lube on the new plug. This cannot be over quickly enough.

“Breathe out,” he tells me, and a moment later, I feel his fingers back there. He gently but firmly pulls the plug free, and I gasp in surprise as my nerve endings fire all at once. It’s not an unpleasant sensation, but there’s no way I could possibly enjoy it under the circumstances. Now that the plug is out, I feel… open. It’s so weird.

I flinch at the sensation of the cool lube touching my asshole. “I want to make sure this goes in easily,” he murmurs in explanation. “Now, just like before. Breathe out and relax.”

I close my eyes and do what he says, gripping a pillow tight. To my relief, it doesn’t hurt. The pills were a great idea.