Good boy.
I consider only briefly seeing Bridger, but then decide against it. I have more important things to do today, the first being a trip into Jackson to visit Jackson Hole Leather Emporium and deliver the gift I just took from The Silo.
The thought of just such a gift struck me not long after I came for the last time inside of Sloane. The poor girl dropped down into a dead sleep after I pulled out of her. My dick was sore, but it was a happy dick. After I disposed of the condom, I watched her sleep while I got dressed. I thought of all the dirty things I did to her and the even dirtier things I want to do to her, and then was struck with the thought of the gift.
For a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy, the actual idea that I would see her again and deliver such a gift is an oddity, but it can’t be helped. I am in fucking lust with this girl. I mean true lust, not just a generalized horniness to fuck someone. And said lust has not diminished, not even after I shot my load into her the last time. I was even then calculating when and how I could do it again. What’s even odder is the realization I’ve clearly never been in lust before, and Rachel doesn’t count. She’ll never count again. But no one has held my attention past a brief night of passion. No one has intrigued me the way she has. No one, and I mean no one, has been such an enigma to me. She’s sweet, yet sassy. Quite the innocent, yet intrigued by the sinful. Proclaims to be bold, yet blushes when I tell her I want to fuck her ass. She’s so many different things that she makes me feel off balance.
Most would say that’s not a good thing, but I say quite the opposite. This feeling… like my world is tilting just a little and I’m venturing into unchartered territory—it feels almost dangerous… it all makes me feel alive. She puts me off balance in a good way, and I like this feeling.
But most of all, my lust for Sloane is centered on this burning desire to show her all the depraved things that can make her feel so good. She’s adventurous and game, that I can tell, and I look forward to turning her existence upside down with the things she’d never be able to imagine in her most perverted dreams. I cannot wait to show her my world and maybe dirty her up a bit.
It will start with the gifts I’m bringing to her.
I cannot wait to see the look on her face.
Chapter 8
Sloane
“Here’s your receipt,” I tell the elegantly dressed woman on the other side of the counter. Zipping up the garment bag, I pick it up and carefully place it in her hands. It’s a good thing it’s completely covered too, because I may have been drooling over the gorgeous, caramel-colored suede coat lined with sheep’s wool and trimmed out in red fox. At a whopping thirty-two hundred dollars, it’s a luxury I could never afford on a reporter’s salary.
The woman smiles big and turns away, handing her package to her husband, who follows her out the door.
“Tourists,” Jasmine mutters as she comes to stand beside me, leaning over and resting her elbows on the counter. “One of the few places in the world you will see ordinary vacationers dropping that type of money on a coat they’ll probably take back to West Palm Beach and stick in the back of their closet.”
I laugh and turn to face her, leaning to the side and resting on my own elbows. “This is a very expensive place to visit.”
Jasmine nods. “It’s why I have high hopes of landing me a sugar daddy one day. I’ve slept with plenty, but one will stick I’m sure.”
Shaking my head, I smirk at her. “Is that all you aspire to be?”
She looks at me with all seriousness. “Well yeah… I mean, what’s wrong with wanting a rich man to take care of you?”
Shrugging and feeling awkward since I’m sure I just offended her, I still can’t help being honest. “Nothing, I guess. It’s just… there’s no safety in that.”
“No safety?” she asks with a cocked eyebrow. “Did you hear the ‘rich’ part I mentioned?”
“But he could dump you at any minute, and then where would you be?”
“Right back here selling overpriced leather goods to tourists,” she confidently says. “Just like you.”
Yeah, not just like me. I have ambitions and a career path. This is just a fake job. As soon as this story is done, I’m headed back to D.C. I’ll hopefully have an amazing article that will sell lots of magazines and earn me a promotion. Then all will be right in my world.
The door opens with a silvery tinkling of bells, and I look up to greet our next customer. He fills most of the doorway, projecting nothing but the shadow of a well-built man with the late morning sun bright behind him.
And then I immediately recognize the shape of his torso, the width of those shoulders… hell, I even recognize those thighs that would flex and squeeze as he tunneled in and out of my body last night.
My body temperature rises because I feel warm all over. When he steps further into the store and I can see his face clearly, I have to bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from moaning over just how fantastic he looks.
Jasmine elbows me in the ribs as she stands up, smoothing her skirt with nervous hands, and tilts her chin up at him. “Well, hello stud,” she purrs as he walks up to the counter.
His gaze is pinned on me, but he does slide a quick look over at her, giving a curt nod before coming back to me. I can see the rebuff hits her hard as her shoulders slump in my peripheral vision.
“Due for a break?” he asks me in that low, rumbling voice.
Break? What? I blink at him in confusion because I’m absolutely stunned he’s here. I mean, of course, I wanted him to come and see me because I want to continue whatever this is.
A love affair?
A selfish means to an end for me?
Shaking my head, I ask with all the eloquence of a woman completely befuddled, “Huh?”
“A break, Right Hook,” he says with a lazy smile as he comes to a stop in front of the counter. “I have something for you.”
It’s then I notice a small, plastic grocery bag in his hand.
“You go ahead,” Jasmine says quickly and even gives me a push on my shoulder. “It’s dead in here, and I’ve got you covered. Old Man Stephenson won’t come in until later this afternoon, so it’s all good.”
I know why Jasmine is pushing me away. While Cain’s snub of her earlier may have seemed cold, I know she wasn’t surprised by it. Because she told me herself he doesn’t do seconds, and Jasmine has no clue that Cain did firsts with me last night. Oh, she hit me up as soon as I walked in this morning, as I was enjoying the ache between my legs as if it was a dirty secret, and she practically begged me for details.
I lied to her point blank and told her nothing happened—that Cain just escorted me out to a cab and I left. She accepted that with sympathetic eyes, and she must assume he’s here sniffing around for potential opportunity.
Jasmine pushes me again, and I nervously tuck some of my hair behind my ear as I sort of stumble out from behind the checkout counter.
“Got a break room?” Cain asks.
I nod and turn toward the back door that says Private. The owner, Leonard Stephenson, has a small kitchen with a table that seats four. We’re allowed half an hour for a lunch or dinner break, depending on our shift, but otherwise, he expects us to be out front to help customers. I’m not worried because as Jasmine says, he doesn’t ever come into the store until late afternoon and we are the only ones on duty. I know she won’t bother us.
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 s
ensation 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 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.
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