Will was a dangerous man for her, this play of his a risky endeavor. She felt safe only because Will was her best friend’s husband, and Reggie’s best friend, even though she wasn’t sure that was security enough. There was no denying the fear. Perhaps she was scared because it wasn’t so much a physical torture awaiting her, but a painful lesson of the soul she was about to endure: an exercise in defenseless surrender, such surrender always frightened her to the core, and now, Reggie, her security in this bizarre world, couldn’t even be there.
From his bag on the floor, Will pulled out a dildo.
“In your ass,” he said, handing it to her. “Grease it first if you like.”
Jocelyn took the thick stalk and slathered it with cream from a jar Will held. About to lean over her desk and impale hers
