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“It’ll be a lot easier for you if you relax.” Chase withdraws his fingers, and I can hear him squeezing lube out of the bottle. The next time he touches me, his finger is wet and cold.

I shudder, holding my breath. Even if I wanted to relax, I don’t think I could.

Even though I know on a realistic level that the plug isn’t that big, it still seems enormous. The fear of what’s to come has me shaking all over, and he gently pats my ass with his other hand like he’s trying to calm a horse or something.

In the end, it’s inevitable, and while I’d made the decision to let him put it in me slowly, that’s the only control I have over my entire body. I close my eyes, swallow hard, and prepare myself for when his first finger pushes inside.

I let out a hiss, though it’s not as bad as I’d thought it would be. He adds a second finger before long, and I’m afraid he’s going to keep up that pace. Instead, he slows down and starts to stretch my hole in a way I didn’t even think was possible before. Of course I know people have anal sex, and that they put things up there on purpose, but that doesn’t mean it’s something that should happen to me.

Then again, none of this is.

I bite my lip as he slides in a third, and he kisses my shoulder when the pathetic whimper escapes me anyway.

“Lovely May,” he whispers, before biting down on my shoulder. “I’ll hurt you the way you like later, don’t worry. But we’ll make this part feel good.”

I give a helpless shake of my head. There’s a part of me that wants to tell him to get this over with, but it’s not a large enough part for me to run my mouth and get him to push me that much harder.

So I let him take his time and stretch me slowly, until I hear the lube squeezing out again and the plug presses against my hole.

“Good girl,” he says in Chinese as he pushes it in.

It slides in with ease, and I gasp as it settles inside of me. There’s something on it to keep it from just falling out, or getting lost inside me, or whatever terrible things could happen, and I bury my face against the bed as he starts to move around.

I can feel the brush of the tail against my leg, and it all feels so strange that I can’t even really understand it. I don’t know what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling, but I do know one thing: I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.

“Chase,” I whisper. “Please. I can’t let anyone see me like this.”

He completely ignores me and grabs the leather strap instead. He ends up hooking it around my waist and wiggling the tail to do... something. But the end result is that the tail is attached to the harness, which is snug on me, and there is no risk of the plug coming out.

My body burns with humiliation.

Chase grabs my shoulders and forces me to turn around. The tail dangles between my legs, and the plug shifts inside me uncomfortably.

“You look amazing,” Chase says with awe. “The guys are going to love you.”

Panic flares in me again, and I shake my head. Blinking back tears, I beg, “I don’t want anyone to see me like this. Just you. All right? I’ll… I’ll pretend to be a cat or whatever, but just… at least take the tail out.”

“You used to dance for hundreds of men. You’ll be fine.” Chase reaches into the bag again and pulls out a set of fake cat ears. He sets the headband onto my head, then pets my head like I really am a cat.

“Not like this,” I whisper, and no matter how hard I try to keep the tears at bay, a few trickle down my face. “How… How many friends are you… are you having over?” God, I never stutter like this. But there’s something about Chase that just makes me lose all control in so many ways, and I can’t even present a confident front over this.

“Just two. You already know Hunter. And my buddy Drake. Oh, and Hunter’s girl Stef.” Chase brushes one of my tears away. “You’ll be fine! Just be yourself, Ah-May. Who knows, if you’re the perfect little kitten tonight, I might not even need to whip you.”

There’s a part of me that definitely does not want to be perfect simply for the thought of getting a whipping, and I shove the door closed on it before it can fully form.

“Do you want me to be myself, or do you want me to be a perfect kitten?” I retort, grabbing his wrist and trying to shove his hand away. “You can’t have both.” I wipe my tears away.

Chase pulls me into his arms. I notice that he’s wearing a slightly different cologne from usual. He’s freshly showered, too, and wearing an outfit that is very business casual. It’s like he’s dressing up for his friends, because when it’s just the two of us he’s either still in his suit from work or in simple track pants and a t-shirt.

“Whatever version of May you want to be tonight,” Chase says, kissing my exposed neck. “I’m sure I’ll have fun regardless.”

“I don’t want to set myself up for a whipping, so tell me what you want,” I say, squirming as I try to pull away. My heart is racing, and I wish I knew what was going on in his mind.

Then again, it’s probably for the best that I don’t.

“It’s infinitely more fun to keep you guessing.” Chase gets up, his arms still around me, and starts heading toward the door. “Now come on, let’s finish setting up so you can serve the men like a good little housewife.”

I sputter, unable to even start to put words together. I let him guide me toward the door anyway, and up the stairs without coming up with a proper retort. “Drop dead,” is all I can manage as we get upstairs.