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  Cain follows me through the door and the minute it’s closed, he places his hand on my elbow. The kitchen is dead ahead but he steers me to the left, right to the unisex bathroom all the employees share. With one hand still on my elbow, he pulls the door open and pushes me gently inside. His hand flicks the light, and the door is shut and locked behind us.

  “What are you doing?” I ask as I turn to him, but he curls one hand around my neck and presses a kiss on my mouth.

  A hard, deep kiss with tongue and a moan of greeting in his throat.

  And oh, hell… my knees almost buckle from the sensation and the fact that he brought me here, for privacy, because he wanted a kiss. My hands snake up, running over the hard lines of his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck.

  But I barely get my fingers laced before he’s pulling away and giving me a devilish grin. “Didn’t want to have another kiss oversight.”

  I almost swoon—almost—but he doesn’t give me the opportunity before he’s throwing me for another loop.

  “Turn around,” he orders as he reaches into the plastic bag he brought with him, pulling out two small boxes that fit in one hand. “Put your hands on the edge of the sink and bend over.”

  “What?” I practically yell, my eyes dropping down to the boxes he’s holding. “No way.”

  “Yes,” he says, talking over me.

  I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Not until you tell me what’s in those boxes and why you want me to do that.”

  Cain isn’t pissed over my denial but rather snakes a hand out, curling back around my neck again and pulling me in for another rough kiss. He laughs into my mouth and lets me go. “Sassy. I like that. I should redden your ass for it, but it’s going to be tender enough—”

  “What’s in the boxes?” I interrupt, trying to get a look at the plain white package with minimal words written on them. I’ve already forgotten his highhanded attitude, more than a little turned on by the threat to redden my ass. Completely curious and even a little afraid by why my ass will be tender, but yeah… mostly turned on.

  Laying one box on the edge of the sink, he takes the other and opens it up, shaking out the contents into his hand.

  A butt plug.

  I recognize it at once, not from any personal experience but from research I did before coming out to Wyoming. I had no clue what happened in a sex club, but I was smart enough to guess that toys might be part of the agenda. I searched a lot of popular sites, sometimes strangely fascinated by what I saw—at other times, perplexed. Once, really, really disgusted when urine was involved.

  But I definitely recognize a butt plug.

  “I want to get your ass ready for my cock,” Cain says in a low voice, and my eyes snap up to him as my body jerks from the sexy tone.

  “Like right now?” I ask, my voice semi-hysterical.

  “The plug right now. My cock… that’s not going to happen right away. I’ll have to move you up to bigger plugs.” He sounded so casual and calm as he explained this to me. I, on the other hand, felt my world spinning over the implications.

  First, and foremost, he wants to stick that massive dick in my ass. I could barely take it last night in the place it’s supposed to normally be and wouldn’t have if not for a lot of careful prodding by him. The thought of him doing that both titillates and scares the shit out of me.

  Second, and this is equally as important, it sounds to me as if Cain is saying he wants to be with me again. I mean, if he plans on graduating me up in butt plugs, that requires more than one night together, right?

  “Now put your hands on the sink and bend over,” he says again. His hazel eyes are a shade darker than what I remembered from the bright light of my bedroom. More brown than green at this moment, and I wonder if that has anything to do with the nature of our conversation. My eyes dart down and see he’s got a hard-on pressing against his jeans, so probably.

  “Sloane.” He says my name softly, as a means to get my attention.

  My gaze slides up. Before I can talk myself out of it, I turn toward the sink, drop my chest, and stick my butt out.

  “Nice,” he growls as he steps up behind me. I look up into the mirror over the sink, seeing him looking down at my ass with undisguised lust.

  “Hold this,” he says as he presses the plug into my hand. It’s heavy, made of what appears to be smooth, stainless steel, and it isn’t very big… no wider than my index finger. It has a narrow, rounded tip that flares a bit wider before curving inward again. I read enough about them to know this is to keep it from falling out once it gets past my ring of muscle, and the wide, circular bottom will keep it from getting sucked in.

  Damn… I’m nervous but so turned on right now. I feel like crying.

  Cain draws my skirt up over my legs to my hips. It’s a pastel blue floaty thing I paired with a white, off-the-shoulder blouse and sandals. I’m wearing simple white lace panties underneath, something I think he appreciates as I hear him hum low in his throat as they’re revealed.

  I don’t know what I’m expecting… maybe for him to just get the deed done with a quick pat on my head, but I’m stunned when he snakes a finger in between my legs from behind. Right into the edge of my panties, brushing back and forth against me.

  “Just checking,” he says in triumph. “Wanted to see if the thought of this turned you on.”

  “And the verdict?” I gasp as he slides his finger in all the way.

  “You’re flooded,” he murmurs before pulling out of me and pushing the tip of his finger against my clit. “And I’m going to get you off really quick to help relax you.”

  I drop my head, staring at the sink as my hand curls reflexively around the plug. Cain’s fingers are talented. They’re calloused and rub in tights circles around me, faster and faster. I’m so wet that he glides effortlessly… his stimulation and the fact he’s doing this while I’m bent over the sink at my place of employment makes this all the more exciting. It takes me no time at all before I’m bursting apart with a short sob of relief, my hips rotating with no control against his fingers.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he says as he gives a last tap against my clit and pulls his hand from in between my legs.

  Sucking in air, lifting my head. I can feel Cain now pulling my underwear down as he says, “Spread your legs a bit.”

  I’m so languid feeling right now that I do as he asks, until my panties sitting at mid-thigh stretch and bite into my skin.

  Cain reaches over me to grab the other box, and I’m relieved when he opens it up and I see a new tube of lubricant.

  I gaze up, finding him looking at me in the mirror. He winks at me. “It’s going to feel good. I promise.”

  And I believe him because everything he’s done to me so far has felt better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. No lie.

  Cain’s face drops back down so he can concentrate on his work. Because I can’t see what’s going on, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I concentrate on sounds and feeling.

  First, Cain’s large hand caresses my bare ass. I hear the click of what I’m thinking is the lubricant being opened, then his slick fingers are pressing in between my ass cheeks and rubbing up against me, all around. I feel a cool trickle hit my ass, and he’s massaging more lubricant onto me.

  “Hand me the plug,” he says, his voice hoarse.

  Holding my hand up by my shoulder, I feel him take the plug. I keep my eyes closed.

  “Deep breath, Sloane,” he tells me with one large hand fanned out over my lower back.

  I do as he says.

  The tiny tip of the plug touches my anus, and I will myself to hold still. I let my breath out slowly just as he starts to push it in. It doesn’t hurt, but I expect that’s because it’s no bigger than his finger. It feels… good actually.

  Damn good.

  Who knew?

  I’m stretched a little as it gets pushed in to the hilt, feeling my muscles contract around it and settle as soon as it’s al
l the way in. Cain gives a little tap to the circular end, causing it to jolt within me, and I gasp.

  “Nice, right?” he says thickly.

  I open my eyes slowly and nod. “Yeah, actually.”

  Cain’s hands go to my underwear, and he pulls them up my legs. I straighten up, feeling the plug move slightly as it adjusts. My skirt drops, and Cain actually smoothes it down before bringing his hands to my shoulders and turning me around.

  “I want you to wear that all day,” he says as he peers down at me. “Do not remove it.”

  “But—” I start to argue, because there’s no way I can do that. I won’t be able to concentrate.

  “What time do you get off work?”

  “Huh?”

  “Work, Sloane,” he patiently says. “What time do you get off?”

  “Four,” I say, confused at the rapid change of subject, especially since I am still prepared to argue against that plug staying in me all day.

  “I’ll be at your apartment waiting for you,” he says as he leans down and quickly kisses me. “I don’t start work until seven, so we have a few hours to play. I’m going to lick your pussy hard and pull that plug out as you start to come. Trust me… you’ll thank me for it later.”

  I swear I almost orgasm right then and there. My jaw drops open in disbelief, but Cain is giving me another quick kiss and then he’s walking out of the bathroom.

  Did that seriously just happen?

  Chapter 9

  Cain

  I slam into Sloane one last time, the muscles in my back tensing exquisitely, my balls pulled up tight, and I explode viciously inside of her.

  F-u-u-u-c-k, that feels good.

  So goddamn good.

  I’ve had a hard-on practically all day since I left her in that bathroom with a plug in her ass. I practically jumped on her when her car pulled in front of her apartment as I was already waiting there for her. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was immensely relieved when she sashayed up to me and hissed, “Get this damn thing out of me. I better come hard like you promised or there will be hell to pay for what I went through today.”

  That right there… that got my cock to go to full attention. We raced up the stairs, flew down the hallway, and then tore each other’s clothes off. I did as promised… licked her pussy furiously, whipping her up into a frenzy. It took her less than a minute to orgasm. When she said, “I’m coming¸” I pulled on the plug, felt the resistance, felt it give, and when it popped free, she actually shrieked in ecstasy. Her hips also punched off the bed so hard, she caught me in the chin with her pubic bone, snapping my neck backward.

  “Damn, Right Hook,” I said with a laugh as her ass fell back to the mattress.

  She shuddered while looking at me with sex-blurred eyes. “Sorry,” she muttered, and then another quake rolled through her.

  “I’m not,” I told her earnestly as I opened up a condom from the jumbo box I brought with me. I rolled it on and because she was exquisitely loose after that orgasm, I was able to sink right into her tightness without a wince of pain.

  It was fucking perfect.

  The orgasm that continues to rumble through me is fucking perfect. I huff a few breaths as it settles, and then suck in some more air to further calm my heartbeat.

  Glancing at my watch as I roll off her, I figure out I can fuck her one more time… maybe twice if I can talk her into sucking on my overused dick after round two. I pull the condom off, tie a knot in the end, and drop it over the edge of the bed to the floor. I’ll pick it up later on my way out, with the other condoms that will be joining it.

  Flopping to my back, I lay next to Sloane while we get our breathing under control and think about what just happened between us. Some supreme sex, that’s for sure.

  The most supreme, in fact. I’m not sure I’ve seen a woman come that hard, and the fact I made her do it actually swells me up with some silly pride. I mean, I like getting women off. It’s a challenge to me as all women are built different. But I don’t care about the nature of their orgasms. One’s just as good as the next, and besides… that’s what sex is, right? Tit for tat. You get me off—I get you off.

  That’s sure as shit not how I felt about Sloane when I was with her last night. I was driven to pull as many orgasms out of her as I could, even as she was begging me to leave her alone. I want to do that again, and in fact…

  “How do you know so much about things like butt plugs and anal sex?” Sloane asks me. I feel the mattress dip. As I turn my head her way, I see she’s rolled to her side, laying her head on one of the pillows and curling her arm under her. She looks well fucked and completely relaxed.

  I shrug and turn on my side to face her, resting my head on a pillow and reaching out with my hand to take her free one. I lace my fingers with her. “I’m just adventurous,” I tell her.

  I’m damn well not going to tell her I got my initiation into this world by working at a sex club over in Driggs, or that I currently work at one now. Even as curious as this sweet little girl is, she’d freak the fuck out.

  Maybe.

  Hell, I don’t know because I don’t know much about what she really thinks of all of this. “What did you think of it?” I ask as we stare at each other. She knows I’m talking about the plug.

  “I liked it,” she says with a smile. She drops her eyes, and then looks back up at me with pink cheeks. “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  Nodding at her in understanding, I squeeze her hand. “It was beautiful to watch. Can’t wait to see you take my cock.”

  A small gasp of shock comes out of Sloane. I love when my dirty words can cause that. She shakes her head and says, “I don’t know, Cain. I don’t think I can take you back there.”

  “You can with the right amount of prep,” I tell her with confidence.

  “You have lots of experience with this?” she asks sarcastically and maybe with a little jealousy.

  It makes me laugh, and I feel compelled to roll forward to give her a quick kiss. “I have some experience with anal sex. I mean… been with women who enjoy it, but they’re used to it. You’re my first virgin ass.”

  “That implies you want to continue seeing me,” she says hesitantly. “I mean… you said it will take time.”

  “True enough,” is all I tell her, because while I know I want to see her again… fuck her again… I’m not sure what I want past that.

  “And if you are continuing to see me, would you perhaps be continuing to see other women at the same time?” she asks, sounding uncertain. Hesitant.

  I blink in surprise because the immediate answer that almost just popped free was, Fuck yes I’m going to see other women, but something stops me. Maybe it’s her wide eyes staring at me earnestly, or the fact she just trusted me enough to let me plug her ass during the workday, but I’m shaking my head in the negative. “I’ll keep my dick solely on call for you, how’s that?”

  She grimaces and asks for clarification. “That means no fucking girls in the parking lot of The Wicked Horse?”

  I blink in surprise at her. “How’d you know that?”

  “Jasmine,” she says simply.

  “Jasmine?” Who the fuck is Jasmine?

  “Jasmine,” she says with a pointed look. “My co-worker. You fucked her not long ago in the parking lot.”

  Shit… I knew that girl looked familiar, and I wasn’t sure why. Now I know. Don’t exactly remember the details, but it makes sense.

  I give Sloane’s hand a squeeze. “I promise, no other girls while you and I are fucking. You promise to give me that ass… let me do whatever it takes to get you there, and you’ll be the only one.”

  She grimaces over my crude words, but fuck… what can I say? They’re all true.

  “Why is anal sex so important to you?” she asks with a curious tilt to her head.

  “It’s not,” I assure her. “But your ass is.”

  “My ass?” she says with confusion.

  “You’re sweet
and innocent, curious and adventurous. You have a virgin ass, and I’d love to pop that cherry. It’s a fantasy of mine. At least, it’s become a fantasy since last night.”

  Awww… isn’t that sweet? She blushes and looks down again, I think warmed by my admission that it’s only her ass I’m fantasizing about right now.

  Chuckling, I reach out and pull her into my arms. Pressing her in close, I feel fucking compelled to kiss her forehead. I cuddle her for a few moments, relishing in the feeling. I mean, sure… I’ve done that before, but really just to make the girl feel good after. Maybe soften the sting of a quick departure or something.

  But with Sloane… something actually feels kind of right about this.

  Loathe to release her right away, and besides, I need a few more minutes to recharge before we can fuck again, I provoke her embarrassment a little further. “What’s your fantasy?”

  She jumps in my arms slightly and pulls her face back to look at me. “Fantasy?”

  “Yeah… your fantasy. What type of dirty fantasy gets you worked up?”

  “I don’t have one,” she says.

  A little too quickly.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I tell her as I push her onto her back and roll on top. I nudge her legs apart with my own, press my hips down, and feel my dick start to get some life back into it. Damn, that was fast, but I keep on point. “You are not avoiding that question. Every man and woman has a fantasy. Something they think about when they masturbate. Something that makes them come fast and hard when they’re playing with themselves, or are otherwise engaged in a boring fuck. You’ve got to have something, Sloane.”

  She cuts her eyes down and to the right, sucking her lower lip in between her teeth. Then back to me with those big, round, baby blues and says, “Well… there is one thing… but…”

  Her words trail off, and her face gets red. I lean down, graze my lips over hers. When I pull back, I smile at her in encouragement. “You can tell me. I promise the most that will happen is it will make me horny and I’ll fuck you.”