"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 all 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.
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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."
"Well," she says slowly. "I mean... I'm not really sure that this stuff ever really happens in real life, but... my fantasy is to be gang-banged."
There is nothing that Sloane could have said to me that would have surprised me more. And even though the thought of that scenario happening is provocatively hot, I have to get some clarification. "A gang bang?"
"Yes." Another blush.
"Sloane, do you even know what that means?" I ask her carefully... gently.
"Yeah... multiple guys, one girl... lots of sex," she says, her chin tilted stubbornly at me. "And you're judging me... you said you wouldn't do that."
"No," I assure her with a shake of my head and an encouraging smile. "Not judging. It's just... typically, you know... in porn and the like, a gang bang is kind of rough. It can be violent and unless you're into pain and humiliation, it's not something I think you'd get off on."
Sloane's eyes flare wide with understanding, and she vigorously shakes her head. "Oh, God... then no, that's not my fantasy. I just meant multiple guys... you know, all focused on my pleasure. Definitely not into pain and degradation."
My lungs deflate in an instant, so relieved to know that all of my instincts about Sloane weren't wrong. She truly is innocent to this stuff, which really fucking turns me on.
I tilt my head, lean over, and kiss her neck. "So... what you're saying is your dirty fantasy is to get serviced by multiple men."
"Yes," she moans as I push down a bit, dragging my teeth down her skin.
"Would another woman be part of that fantasy?" I ask, feeling my cock start to swell as I think about another woman licking between Sloan's legs.
She giggles and says, "No. Just men."
Damn.
"How many guys?" I ask her, intent to have her describe for me all the details, knowing it's going to ramp up her desire right now. I know it's certainly ramping up mine, as I'm quickly hardening.
"Three," she says breathlessly, her hands coming to my head as I move to her breasts. "No, wait... four. I think I want four total."
"All hung like me?"
"God no," she gasps as I lick around her nipple. "I'd die with that much big cock at once."
"Would you take three guys at once?" I ask her, looking up to see her reaction.
She stares at me, and I almost come right there against her mattress when she admits in a whisper, "I don't know if I could, but that is part of my fantasy. I'd totally try."
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why did I even get started down this path? Why did I ask her something that would lead to this moment... a single, clear moment when I realize I have the power to give that fantasy to her? It would be so fucking easy to set up.
It would be so fucking hot to watch her having every dirty desire fulfilled. It's one of the things I love best about being a fantasy maker for the club... indulging members in things they don't think they could ever have. Giving them the ultimate pleasure.
Now I simply have to fuck Sloane because it seems her fantasy may have just become one of mine at this very moment. I push up from her, grab another condom, and rip it open.
I was going to eat her out again, but I'm too damn horny now thinking about this. I need inside of her.
And then I need to decide if I should give her what she wants.
Chapter 10
Sloane
Sex.
Big dicks.
Butt plugs.
Gang bangs.
God, what has my world been reduced to?
I woke up this morning feeling out of sorts about Cain and the myriad of emotions I've been feeling the last few days. I'm attracted to a man who is completely out of my comfort zone, who I'm using to gain subversive information from to further my career, and I'm willingly immersing myself into a world of kinky sex to meet my goals. When I made the decision to pursue a journalism degree in college, I was well aware of the boundaries that reporters constantly push in search of the truth. They put themselves in war zones, go deep undercover, and risk their very freedom by protecting their news sources. I knew all of that then, and I know it now, but I'm still struggling.
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