I woke to the deep, constant pressure of the glass still inside me.Morning light cut across the bed. Dylan was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me. His hand rested possessively on my hip, thumb brushing the place where the heavy base of the overnight plug kept me open.“It stayed in,” he said quietly.“Yes.”“Good.” He reached down, gripped the base, and twisted it slowly. The movement dragged a broken sound from my throat before I could stop it. “You slept through the night with it. That means we move forward.”He pulled the plug free in one steady motion. The sudden emptiness made me clench hard around nothing. A thin trickle of lubricant followed. Dylan watched it with dark satisfaction, then stood and pointed to the bathroom.“Shower. Do not touch yourself. Come straight to the training room when you finish.”The water was hot enough to sting the places he had stretched the day before. I washed carefully, wincing when soap touched the tender, swollen flesh. When I st
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