Chapter 19

Sinead looked at herself in the mirror, trying to reconcile everything that had happened in the last five minutes.

Her ass felt full. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, and for some reason the fact that it hadn’t really hurt was the confusing part about it all. Also, the fact that she’d had a man’s fingers up there.

Marc had forced her to let him finger her butt, and then push that plug up there. It was smooth and cold at first, but it was already coming to a neutral temperature so it just felt ... there. The problem was, had he forced her? She’d asked him to do it.

Maybe that was the part that was confusing her so much.

Once it was in, he hadn’t even so much as patted a buttcheek before he’d left her. He’d just said she’d done a good job, and that she could take a minute to collect herself. And she’d been thankful for that when he said it.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Sinead muttered to herself.

A simple, elegant clock on the wall told her that their reservation was approaching fast, and she shunted her worries and confusion to the back of her mind. All of this was to serve her case, and she wasn’t about to let all of this go to waste by not getting to dinner on time. Standing, Sinead took a breath and looked at herself in the mirror again, shifting the lock of hair that had fallen askew over her face back into place. The stylists had ... she still couldn’t really believe how she looked. She’d always known she was attractive and had put effort into that, but this was on another level. She didn’t look different, she looked like an idealized version of herself.

It was just another confusing thing Marc was doing.

Clenching her fists, Sinead walked out of the washroom to find Marc waiting for her. With that fucking smile of his.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Weird,” Sinead answered truthfully.

“It will for a while,” Marc nodded. “Let me see?”

Sinead narrowed her eyes and might have even flinched a little at the request.

“Sinead,” Marc said sternly. “Bend over the bed.”

She did, moving to the foot and putting her hands down on either side of the gorgeous dress she was supposed to wear. And then she reached back with one hand, like in the bathroom, and spread one ass cheek. Why am I doing that? She asked herself. He didn’t ask for that. She didn’t have an answer, so she kept doing it, letting him look at her. She felt the heat rushing up from her chest again into her cheeks. When it became too much she released her ass cheek and put her hand down to brace herself again.

Marc came up behind her, standing just next to her, and Sinead felt her body tense. He was going to spank her for stopping. Or for hesitating. She could practically feel his hand striking her skin, anticipating it. Anticipating the crack and the sting.

“Magnifique,” he said. “You may dress now, Detective. I will be a moment changing, myself, and then we must leave to make our reservation.”

He left, and Sinead stood up, gulping a little. Marc went into the walk-in closet, leaving her alone.