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Lunch is slightly nerve-racking. Luke spends the hour interrogating Boyd, which Boyd seems oblivious to, thankfully.

  I'm trying to get to know Boyd. I'm not sure that we have much in common, but he's family. I don't know why Luke joined us, as he seems more interested in finding a reason why I shouldn't associate with Boyd than in getting to know him.

  We part ways outside and I give Boyd a hug. I watch him walk away for a moment then turn and start walking with Luke in the opposite direction.

  "I thought you agreed to be nice to Boyd, Luke."

  "I wasn't nice?"

  I roll my eyes and Luke raises his eyebrows.

  “You were a little aggressive.”

  "Okay. I’ll work on that." He takes my hand and we walk on in silence.

  "What if I can't find a job right away?" I blurt out. "After graduation."

  "I'll help you."

  "Luke, no! That's not what I meant. And you're a doctor, how are you going to help me find an accounting job?"

  "I meant financially, but I'm sure I could line up some interviews for you as well. Hospitals have plenty of accounting work."

  "I meant, what if I have to waitress until I find a job? Are you still going to want to take me to charity galas? I'm a barista now, it's not any different than waitressing, I just make less money."

  Luke pulls me over against a building, out of the path of people walking past, and puts his hand under my chin, tilting my face up to his. "Sophie, what are you getting at?"

  "Why do you love me? I'm a college student and you're… you! You're a doctor with a trust fund and a fancy penthouse. You're cultured and associate with people who host charity events or sit on boards of companies. You have a housekeeper, Luke. I do my laundry in a coin-operated machine that I share with a hundred other students."

  He tilts his head a little as he listens to me, then backs me into the brick wall of the store we're standing in front of and drops his forehead to mine and shuts me up with a kiss.

  Chapter 26

  We finish our walk back to Luke's and he doesn't mention stopping anywhere to look at dresses. I'm not sure what to make of that, nor am I sure how to resolve my feelings about him paying for a dress, so I don't say anything. Entering the penthouse, I quickly realize we're not alone.

  "Uncle Luke!" Bella comes tearing down the hallway and jumps onto Luke without slowing down. He laughs and tosses her in the air, which makes her squeal in delight. Seeing me she beams. "Soapy!" She wiggles her way back to the floor and grabs my hand. "We bring you Mommy's dresses!"

  I let Bella lead me to Luke's bedroom, where I find Meredith hanging dresses in the empty walk-in closet closest to the door.

  "Great, you're back from lunch." Meredith gives me a hug and Luke kisses her on the cheek. "Luke said you wanted to borrow a dress for the gala next weekend, so I brought over a bunch. I'll leave them all here as they won't fit me anytime soon," she says, patting her tiny baby bump. "If you don't like any of these I have tons more."

  Luke is leaning against the door jamb. "You don't mind?" I ask Meredith.

  She scoffs. "Of course not. I have more dresses than I will ever be able to wear. I wouldn't even notice if you didn't return these, trust me."

  "Thank you, Meredith," I say as I take in the rack of dresses. She must have had the concierge help her up, because there are eight dresses hanging neatly in a row. At least two of them will work. "These are perfect. I really appreciate it."

  "Luke would have been happy to buy you a dress, you know. He'd buy you anything you wanted."

  "I know," I respond, meeting her curious gaze. "I'm just not ready for that."

  Meredith smiles. "Let me know which dress you decide on and I'll send over the shoes, bag and wrap to match."

  We exit the unused closet and find Bella jumping on the bed with Luke keeping a close eye on her.

  "Five little monkeys jumped on a bed," Bella chants. "One fell off and bumped her head! Luke said no more jumping on the bed!" Bella giggles hysterically. "Seven little monkeys jumped on a bed!" She continues on in non-numerical order.

  "Come on, monkey, it's time to go home."

  "Catch me, Uncle Luke," Bella yells as she launches herself off the bed with no warning. Luke catches her, of course, and swings her around before placing her on her feet, where she takes off running for the front door. I wonder if my life would be different if I'd been as confident as Bella at her age, surrounded by people who would never let me fall.

  The front door shuts behind Meredith and Bella, and Luke turns to me. "Is borrowing a dress agreeable?" He cocks one eyebrow.

  "I love you back," I reply instead.

  His eyes spark before his lips twitch in a grin. "The trick was borrowing things for you?"

  "I'm curious about anal."

  His eyes positively light up. "I can help you with that," he responds, picking me up by the waist so that I wrap my legs around him as he walks us back to the bedroom. "We can call it a loan from your pussy to your ass, if this borrowing thing is what gets you hot."

  I laugh at that before he wraps a hand into my hair and tugs hard, pulling at my scalp. The slight pain sends a trail of want straight down my core, ending in a throb between my legs. I return the favor, placing both of my hands in his thick hair and tugging hard. He groans into my mouth. I love it when he groans. I love all the noises he makes when we're together. He's normally so polished, controlled. Knowing I make him lose himself, it's intoxicating.

  His fascination with sticking it in my ass thrills me, if I'm being honest. It's like he can't get enough of me, like he wants to be inside of me in every way possible. It's so taboo, yet he doesn't flinch at sticking his finger in my back end, or his tongue. I want to experience his cock there too.

  "Luke, I want you to come in my ass, okay?" I tug his head back and look in his eyes. "I want to feel you dripping out of me when we're done."

  "You filthy little bitch, you're gonna be the death of me."

  He stands me next to the bed and pulls my sweater off over my head while I scramble to remove his. He undoes my pants next, pushing me back on the bed once they've cleared my hips and then dragging them the remaining way down my legs with my panties.

  I move to scoot back on the bed but he stops me with one word. "Stay." My ass is on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor as he leans forward and unsnaps my bra.

  "Hands," he says and I'm confused by the request but I hold them up. He pushes my palms together then uses my bra to bind my hands before pushing me onto my back and raising my legs off the floor. He's got me flat on my back, arms restrained over my head as he bends me in half, my spread knees on either side of my head.

  "Jesus, look at you." His eyes travel over my body. I'm not hard to see in this position. It's late afternoon and every window shade is open. The penthouse height provides privacy that the sunlight does not. I squirm under his gaze. I don't care how many times Luke's fucked me or how much pussy he's seen in his life, being spread out this baldly makes my heart race in some combination of voyeuristic enjoyment and insecurity.

  He drops his pants and palms his thick length, running his hand up and down. He's not gentle with himself, his grip firm, exactly like he instructs me to grip him in my small hands when I get the chance. "Use both hands, Sophie," he'd say. "Be firm, your cunt is tighter than your grip."

  Luke hasn't touched me yet, just keeps his eyes between my legs, my body open to his view as he touches himself. I feel wetness gather at my entrance, about to spill over, and I know Luke sees it too because he groans and drops to his knees besides the bed and rims my entrance with his tongue, wiping me clean.

  I arch my back off the bed. His face between my thighs is my undoing. He grips my already spread cheeks and spreads them wider, further opening my asshole to him.

  "You like my tongue in your ass, don't you?" he murmurs as he rims my asshole with his tongue.

  I feel a slap against my open pussy when I don't respond and I jump, the added blood flow making me insane
. "Yes, I love it, Luke. You know I love it."

  "Of course I know, but I enjoy hearing you admit it."

  "I love how you touch me, Luke. I always feel safe even when you're doing things to me that should scare me."

  He kisses the insides of my thighs as I talk. "Thank you," he says, a second before running his tongue flat across my asshole and sliding two thick fingers in my pussy. "I think you like my fingers in you almost as much as you like my cock. Don't you?"

  "I prefer your dick, but your fingers are magic," I answer before he can dream up another way to tease me for not responding.

  "I'm going to fuck you so hard your entire body will hurt tomorrow."

  "Yes," I agree and buck my hips against his hand, trying to get pressure on my clit.

  "I love your tight holes, baby. I love that I'm the only one who's been in them." He pumps his fingers in and out. "You're awfully pure for such a little slut."

  I come then, his fingers working that magic spot inside of me to perfection, his dirty words sending me over the edge. He removes his fingers and plunges them into my behind, coated in my own come. The sudden intrusion is painful, my body shocked between pleasure from my orgasm and pain from my rectum. It intensifies my orgasm to a point I'm not sure I can handle and I cry out.

  "Shh, babe, you're fine," Luke consoles me, kissing my breasts as he continues stretching my ass with his fingers. He's scissoring his fingers in my ass wider than he's done before. It burns, but the pain feels good. He bites my nipple hard as he widens the stretch and my body isn't sure which pain to focus on.

  Withdrawing his fingers from my ass, Luke yanks me to a sitting position and frees my hands from their constraints. "Face down, ass up." He slaps my ass hard as I turn over with my knees to the edge of the bed, ass in the air and propped on my elbows. It's a position I'm familiar with.

  Luke pulls a tube of lube from the nightstand. I know this lube well. It's been taunting me from the nightstand since the first time I snooped through Luke's drawers back in October. The condom supply ran low once we started going bare. He replenished those after my hangover-induced vomiting last month, but the lube remained constant. Luke's mentioned anal on and off and I'm not naive enough to discount the fact that the lube was here before me.

  Luke can stick his fingers in my ass and make all the comments he wants about fucking it, but I don't feel pressured. I'm curious. Everything Luke does to me feels good. Even when it's a little painful, it's good. I enjoy his fingers in my ass when his mouth is on my clit, that's for sure. And I know he enjoys the occasional finger in his ass while his cock is down my throat.

  He lines up behind me with the unopened lube still in his hand and slides into me in one thrust as he flips the top on the lube and coats two fingers.

  "I'm gonna finger-fuck your ass while I fuck your pussy," he tells me as he slips a finger into my ass. "You feel that? I can feel my cock with my finger from inside your tight ass." He thrusts his penis deep and stills, sliding his finger back and forth in my anal passage where it aligns with his dick. It's so damn tight like this, with both holes occupied. He pours more lube directly into my back end and slides a second finger in. I flinch and lurch forward on the bed.

  "Stay." Luke slaps the side of my thigh with his free hand.

  "Wait." I twist and turn my head to look at him. "Wait, I have a question."

  He stills for a moment then withdraws his fingers, followed by his cock, then reaches into the nightstand for a tissue and wipes his fingers, but keeps his eyes on mine. "What is it, Sophie?"

  "Um." I bite my lip then blow out a breath. "Will it go back?"

  Luke remains almost expressionless but cocks an eyebrow. How does he not know what I mean? "Will my asshole go back to normal?" I nod towards his dick. "You're really large. Will I, um, still poop normal after this?"

  The room is dead silent then. A few seconds tick by like minutes and then Luke loses it laughing. He sits on the edge of the bed with his elbows on this knees, shaking. "Christ, Sophie."

  "You asshole! You're laughing at me? You're the genius doctor. 'Ask me anything, Sophie. Don't be shy, Sophie.'" I'm still on my knees, looking at him over my shoulder. I flip and sit on my butt, drawing my knees to my chest. "Liar!" I shoot at him.

  "Sophie." His tone is warning.

  "Would you prefer if I got answers from my girlfriends? 'Hey, girls, Luke is hung like a donkey and he wants to put it in my ass. What should I expect?'" I scoot to the edge of the bed. "I'll call Jean right now, you jerk." I start to get up but Luke grabs me and pulls me onto his lap.

  "I'm sorry, baby," he says and taps me on the nose with his finger. "You're right, I just thought your questions would be verbalized before I was about to stick my dick in your ass."

  I place my palm on his chest and look up into his face. Waiting.

  He clears his throat. "Your asshole will be fine. With proper stretching and lubrication your anal tract will not be damaged and you will continue to…"—he pauses, searching for my terminology—"poop just fine. But stretching and lube are essential. Got it?"

  I nod.

  "Good. Now I need a minute. I don't think I can fuck you anywhere just yet."

  My eyes widen and I slap his chest with my open palm before sliding to the floor between his knees and grasping his cock. It's still hard, but not fully. I pump it with a firm hand. "We are having anal. Jerk."

  Luke smirks. "Did you just order me to violate your ass?"

  "I did and you will."

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  "Suck me," he directs.

  I open my mouth over the tip of him and he grabs the back of my head and shoves himself in farther. Winding his hand into my hair, he fucks my mouth, sliding my head over his shaft and directing me when he wants additional suction or tongue before yanking me off with a pop.

  "There's an ACE bandage in my medicine cabinet. Go get it."

  I return from the bathroom with the bandage roll and he holds out his hand. I drop the roll in his hand and wonder where he's going with this. I bite my bottom lip to hide my grin.

  "You're way too confident for someone about to get their ass reamed."

  The grin threatening to pull at my cheeks dissipates.

  He unwinds one end of the bandage and wraps it around the opposite hand before pulling it taut. "I should gag you. I should fuck your ass with you bound and gagged with no way to say no."

  I swallow, but I don't respond or move.

  "But that would be a punishment for me, not you, because I like to hear you. I like to hear that little whimper you make when I stretch your pussy open and again when I bottom out against your cervix." He trails a fingertip along the shell of my ear and I do my best to stay still and listen without dissolving into a puddle of need on the spot. "Because after that whimper you always say, 'More, Luke. More, more, more.' I don't think you even know you're saying it."

  He's right. I didn't.

  "So I can't gag you."

  "No," I agree. "That wouldn't be fun."

  "On the bed, head on a pillow."

  I scramble onto the bed, lie on my back and wait. Luke moves onto the bed and spreads my thighs so he's kneeling between them, then raises my right leg and wraps the bandage several times around my bent knee before attaching the bandage to the headboard. My leg is now raised at a ninety-degree angle. He repeats the configuration on my left knee and then props two pillows beneath my butt.

  "Hold onto the headboard," he instructs and I reach over my head to grasp a wooden slat with both hands. "If you move your hands I'll stop before you come. Understand?"

  I nod. I'm on my back with my knees up and spread, the position not much different from the time I was spread out on Luke's exam table. He grabs the lube and drips it directly onto my skin, then rims the opening with the tip of a finger. The lube is cool against my skin. His swirling finger on the sensitive tissue is making my pussy throb. He pushes a single finger into my ass and starts the process of stretching me again.

  "You li
ke my finger in your ass, don't you?"

  "You're so dirty." He's making me crazy with his filthy mouth.

  "You love it."

  "I love you," I reply. I love the look in his eyes when I say it.

  "I love you all trussed up like this. I can do whatever I want to you." He palms my breast with his other hand and then rolls the nipple between his finger and thumb then twists as he slides another finger inside of me. "You look obscene. Your sweet little backside is stretched around my fingers. Your pussy is so wet it's dripping. I'm almost sad I'm not fucking your cunt, but I can't wait any longer to see your ass stretched around my dick."

  My hands twitch on the headboard. I want to touch him so badly. I want him to shove it in and lean over me so I can run my hands up and down his chest. I don't know where he finds the time to keep himself in the shape he does, but I can't get enough of his body.

  He withdraws his fingers and, leaning forward, places a hand on the headboard above me to brace himself. "Hold out your hand," he says as he flips the cap on the lube.

  I drop one of my hands from the headboard and hold it out, palm up. He pours a generous amount of lube into my waiting hand. "Lube my dick, Sophie."

  I grasp him with my slick hand, running the lube up and down the length of him, then slide my palm across the tip.

  "Better do a good job. I'm not stopping this time until my dick is buried in your ass."

  My pussy clenches and I examine the penis in my hand. It's way bigger than two of his fingers. "More lube, please." I hold up my palm.

  Luke smirks as he flips the lid again. I coat him liberally and place my hand back on the headboard as he places himself against me. I hold my breath and clench involuntarily.

  "Relax, babe. Breathe." Luke places his thumb on my clit. "You're so beautiful. I love seeing you like this, spread out below me, filled with me." He's rubbing firmly with his thumb as he pops the head of his penis past my resistance point. I moan—I can't not as I briefly close my eyes against the burn. It hurts, but I want to watch him.