Running to Love

He gave up on sleeping and swung his legs out of bed, wincing as his

weight transferred to his ass. The good doctor had demonstrated the fine

art of plugging an unwilling anus the night before, and if the accompanying

orgasm had been spectacular, it didn't take away from the fact that his

bottom hole was a tad tender, not to mention his buttocks. That probably

had been the toughest lesson of all, and one that was going to be

repeated a few more times, apparently, but he wasn't allowed to do

anything with a submissive until he'd experienced everything he planned to

do to them himself. The nipple clamps weren't his favorite either, but the

thought of Fiona's pert little ones adorned with…He cut that thought off

mid-hard-on. Fiona was no longer part of his life, and he couldn't expect

her to participate in such things. Probably why he'd agreed to the training

in the first place, to give himself another reason to keep even her memory

at arm's length.