Man Candy

by Tia Siren

“Yes,” she said, speaking in no more than a whisper.

  Using just the right amount of pressure, I slowly inserted the plug into her anus. Her body tensed up as it slid inside her. She took in a deep, commanding breath, moaning as she did. But she didn’t recoil. She didn’t stop me. She took the entire thing up to the hilt.

  Once it was inside of her, I took a step back, taking a moment to admire the sight.

  “Okay, pull your skirt up,” I commanded.

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  With some effort, Kendra grabbed her skirt from around her ankles and hoisted it up as she stood up straight. She then shimmied into her skirt, keeping her knees crossed the whole time, as if the plug might fall out. I could tell how uncomfortable it was for her. I loved it.

  “You’re going to keep that inside you until you get home. You’re not to take it out beforehand. Every time you feel uncomfortable, you’re to think of that sale you didn’t make and what you would have done to make it yourself. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she said. She didn’t look away from me, though. She kept my eyes on hers. I would have loved to have known what she was thinking. How turned on she was. If she was at all? More than that, I would have loved to have followed her home and taken the plug out myself.

  “Good,” I said, offering her a warm smile. “Oh, and text me tonight when you’re home. And make sure to include a picture of yourself on your bed with the butt plug still inside you. So I know you obeyed my command.” I then turned to leave.

  “Wait? Where are you going?”

  “Oh, I have dinner plans with Loren tonight. You understand.” Her face dropped as I continued on my way out the store.

  I didn’t really have dinner plans with Loren, but she didn’t need to know that. With that lie in place and the butt plug sitting neatly inside of her, I knew that I had regained control. She would think twice now before flirting with Brody, or anyone for that matter. Now she knew who her boss was.

  Chapter 14

  Kendra

  It had been a long week, and I was glad that it was finally coming to a close. And it wasn’t the work that had made it so long and arduous either. On the contrary, the job had actually been a highlight. I was worried at first that I wasn’t going to be a good fit for such a job, especially after the couple on the first day. But as the week progressed, I found myself warming up to the products and clientele both.

  No, what had made the week so long and drawn out was Grant. Or more specifically, thoughts of Grant. As I hadn’t seen or heard from him since Monday, thoughts were all that I had. I dreamed of him almost every night and found myself daydreaming about him at random moments every day.

  I didn’t want to, of course. I would have been happier if I was able to just forget about him and move on. But I couldn’t. Every time I thought I was getting past him, something would happen, and I’d be dragged back to images of him. His gorgeous face, that smile, and those eyes. Or his perfect body, so toned and taught. Or his cock.

  The butt plug incident had pushed me over the edge. Up until that moment, I thought I had a handle on him. I thought I knew what he was about and how to, dare I say, control him. How wrong I was.

  What was worse was how much the whole thing turned me on, too. The way he inserted the plug into me and then left on a date with Loren should have made me furious. But for some reason, it didn’t. By the time I got home, my car seat was soaking wet from how horny I was, and I instantly went to my room and used the dildo on myself with thoughts of Grant. I left the plug in for hours longer than I had to. I just couldn’t bring myself to take it out.

  In short, I was obsessed. The only consolation I had was how much better I was getting at my job. I had even managed to deal with a couple very similar to the first one without feeling uncomfortable or weirded out. But that was a very small consolation.

  As the week rolled on, I found myself constantly wondering where Grant was and why he hadn’t come into the store. Was he mad at me? Was he over me? I felt like an obsessed school girl. And then Friday came.

  I had just come back from my lunch break when Brody approached me. “Kendra, Mr. Marcus is here and wants to see you,” he said.

  “What? How long has he been waiting? Where is he?” My face suddenly flushed red. My first thought was of my lunch and how I wished I hadn’t eaten so much. My second thought was about my panties and hoping that I had the right ones on.

  “He’s in the VIP room. He said to send you right in.” I was about to ask Brody if there was anything else, but at that moment, a customer called him over, and he darted off.

  Composing myself, I quickly made my way to the VIP section, not wanting to keep Grant waiting any longer than I had to. I knew how he got when I kept him waiting.

  “Lock the door,” his voice rang out as I entered the room. I obeyed without question.

  The room was dark, much more than usual. I noticed that only one of the four booths had their light turned on. I instinctively walked into it, only for it to be empty.

  “I’m in this one,” he called out from the adjacent booth.

  Surprised, I walked into the booth where his voice was coming from. Grant sat on the bench, shrouded in darkness. He was dressed in his usual classy manner, a gray suit with a white shirt. And, as always, he looked incredibly sexy. The darkness seemed to only add to his mystique. It was alluring and annoyingly sexual.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. I didn’t need him knowing that just seeing him made me weak at the knees.

  “I came here to apologize,” he said simply.

  “Apologize?” I asked, unable to keep the surprise from my voice. That was honestly the last thing I expected.

  “Don’t sound so shocked,” he joked. “The butt plug that I made you wear. It may have been... slightly harsh. I hope that you haven’t been holding it against me.”

  I tried to read his voice, looking for signs of insincerity. But there were none. That only served to confuse me further.

  “I... I didn’t expect that from you,” I said truthfully.

  “What? An apology?”

  “Yes.”

  “Here.” He reached forward, his hand wrapping around my waist. As it did, he pulled me into him, and I willingly let him, falling onto his lap. “I need you to know that I do actually care about you, Kendra, despite how I may act sometimes. I need you to know that.”

  “I do.” Well, after he told me that, I did. I looked into his eyes as he told me that, seeing the truth of it behind them. There was something different about them, something that wasn’t there before.

  “Good.” Then, without warning, he reached up and touched me under the chin, indicating that I should lean in closer. I did, and as I did he leaned up too, kissing me on the lips.

  It was the first time we had kissed since high school. But it was different from what I remembered. There was a passion behind this kiss. A purpose. It felt like he was trying to make a point. Like he was trying to mark me as his own. And if that was what he was doing, then I was totally fine with it.

  “I want to see you later,” he said as he pulled his lips from mine.

  “Later? Aren’t you going to see Loren later?” I regretted it the moment I said it. I knew his temper. I knew what he was like. Such a comment might revert him back to his old self.

  “Would that be a problem?”

  “Well, honestly, yes.” Even more so now than before. Now that he had told me how he felt, that he cared. I could feel my stomach twist into knots at the thought of him with Loren.

  “Tell me,” he said with a grin. “How did you like the butt plug? And be honest.”

  I looked away in embarrassment, feeling my cheeks flush again. “Honestly? I really liked it. When I got home I... when I got home I left it in as I played with myself. Thinking of you.”

  “That’s what I thought,” he said seriously. “You may worry about Loren, but I would never do anything like that wi
th her.” As he spoke, I could feel him getting hard beneath his pants. He wasn’t trying to hide it. He moved his leg, positioning himself so his hard, throbbing dick pressed itself against my leg.

  “What’s that?” I asked, smirking.

  “It’s a present for you and you alone,” he said as he reached down, grabbing the outside of it through his pants. “Something Loren will never have.”

  “Really?” I said, knocking his hand away as I wrapped my own hand around it. As I did, I felt it get even harder, pulsating in my grip. It was even thicker than I remembered.

  “Only you can turn me on this much,” he whispered, breathing in my ear. His breath was hot, sending a shiver up my spine. I squeezed down harder on his cock, relishing the way it quivered in my grip. He grabbed my hand, pulling it from his member. “You’re going to have to save that for later. I have a meeting I have to get to.”

  As if I hadn’t just been rubbing his hard dick, and as if he hadn’t just confessed his feelings for me, he suddenly stood up, readjusting himself.

  “You’re going?” I asked, trying my best to not sound upset, but failing miserably.

  “I am. But don’t worry. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Until then, think of me.” With that, he exited the booth. And a second later, I heard the door unlocking as he stepped out, leaving me alone.

  As I sat there in the VIP booth, I had no idea how to feel. Sure, I was thrilled over what had just happened and what he had just told me. He had feelings for me, actual feelings. It was more than I could have dreamed. And yet, based on past experiences, I didn’t know if I could trust him. He had tricked me before, and for all I knew, he was doing it again. I wanted to believe that what he said was true, but I didn’t want to open myself up to be hurt.

  Just like that, I realized what it must have been like for him in high school when I dumped him. Loving someone only to have them crush you. I just hoped that he wasn’t going to do the same to me.

  Chapter 15

  Grant

  Another Friday night, another night out. After the events of the day, all I wanted to do was go home and prepare myself for what I was sure was going to be a pretty spectacular night with Kendra. God, after seeing her earlier, the last thing I wanted to do was go out. I couldn’t believe how I had opened up to her, telling her how I really felt. It was a gamble, but one I thought I needed to make. And, luckily, she seemed to really appreciate it. I was sure that starting from then, our relationship was going to change.

  Usually, I only went out to try and pick up girls or to get wasted. Since neither of those were on my mind, I would have liked to stay home. But Jack was insistent that I meet him at Hot Damn. If it were anyone else, I would have said no without hesitation, but as he claimed it had to do with work, I really had no choice. I just wished he had chosen somewhere a little more appropriate.

  “I need to thank you by the way!” Jack shouted in my ear as we settled at our table in the VIP section that overlooked the dance floor below.

  The club was packed that night, too. At least twice as busy as when I was there the previous week. And the club goers were of a different stock, too. On Fridays, Hot Damn catered to a more exclusive clientele. These were the type of people that had money to burn. It was evident in the fancy clothes they wore and the expensive drinks they bought. Once upon a time, I would have felt extremely out of place in a crowd like that.

  “Oh yeah?” I shouted back. “And why is that?”

  “Sally! That waitress from that shithole café you took me to.” He had a satisfied smile on his face, and I didn’t need him to finish for me to get the gist of how the story ended. But, true to form, he did anyway. “We went out for drinks last night!”

  “I’m glad to hear it,” I responded, hoping that my short response would curb his urge to provide details. It didn’t.

  “Hoo boy, I tell you. When was the last time you had a twenty-year-old pussy? She was doing things I didn’t even know existed. My fingers still smell like—”

  “Jack!” I cut in. “I really don’t need to hear it.”

  “Oh, right,” he said, chuckling to himself as he took a drink. “I forgot she makes your coffee. Trust me, if you knew what she got up to, you would probably go somewhere else—”

  “Jack!” I shouted again, trying to stop myself from smiling. As perverted as he was, he was still my best friend. And, as much as I hated to admit it, his stories were always entertaining. “What did you want to talk about?”

  “Fine, fine,” he relented, leaning back in his chair as he took a more serious tone. “I wanted to find out how the first week at Luscious went. I’ve had a butt load of people asking me about it. They want to know when I’ll be opening a club themed around it.”

  “Really?” I asked, surprised. I knew there was some interest in the store, but I had no idea it would take off so quickly. “It was a solid week. It picked up near the end, too, which I think means that next week we should start seeing a more consistent flow.”

  “Good to hear,” Jack said with a satisfied smile. “You and I are going to make a lot of money together. But for now, let’s have a little fun and–oh wait. I forgot. You aren’t allowed to have fun, are you?”

  “What are you talking about?” Was he talking about Kendra? That’s impossible. How could he possibly know what happened earlier?

  “I ran into Loren earlier today. She told me that the two of you were getting serious. Hot and heavy was the terminology she used, to be exact.” I could tell that Jack was really enjoying himself. He knew that wasn’t the case but delighted in teasing me, nonetheless.

  “What? You’ve got to be shitting me. Did she really say that?”

  “Every word.” He laughed as he went for another sip of his drink, only to find it empty. As this was unacceptable, he leaned back in his chair, indicating for the bartender to fill it, post haste.

  “You know that’s not true. We went on one date. And didn’t even have sex. In fact–ah, never mind.”

  “What?” he pushed.

  “Well, I didn’t want to tell you before because I knew how you would react, but I’ve actually been thinking about seeing Kendra again.”

  Jack’s reaction was exactly what I had been expecting. He was halfway through swallowing his beverage when he choked the rest of it up, spitting it onto the table in shock. “You’re joking?”

  “Do I look like I am?”

  “But why? I thought that—”

  “It was meant to just be a revenge thing. I told you what she did to me in high school. But I don’t know. After the other night and seeing her every other day in the store, I can’t get her out of my mind. You know what I mean?”

  “Magic pussy. We’ve all been there.” Jack nodded his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

  I shook my head at this, not agreeing at all with his conclusion. “No, it’s not that. It’s more like, lately, it just feels right. It’s hard to explain, but it feels like when we were back in high school. All I wanted back then was to be with her. And now, I finally can. I think she wants the same thing, too.”

  “You’re sure? She’s not going to use you up and spit you out again?”

  “No. Definitely not. She’s changed. I’m sure she has.”

  “Okay, then,” Jack said, smiling as he raised his glass in a mock toast. “To that, I wish you the best. Salutations and good luck. With a woman like that, you, my friend, are going to need it–and hold up just a minute! Look what just came through the front door.”

  As always, Jack’s attention was disturbed by a pretty little thing. On more than one occasion, I would be in mid conversation with Jack only for him to push me to the side at the first sight of an attractive woman. And that moment was no different.

  Smiling at his boyish nature and eager eyes, I humored him by swiveling in my seat to see who could have possibly grabbed his attention so irrevocably. It didn’t take me long to notice. Half the men in the club were staring at her. Me though? I couldn�
�t help but laugh when I saw.

  “Sorry, Jack, I’m going to have to ask that you leave that one alone.”

  “What?” he blurted. “You just told me you were all but in love with Kendra. Now you’re calling dibs on this one, too?” He actually looked a little mad about it.

  “I’m not calling dibs on anything. That’s Selena. She works at Luscious.” She was the woman that managed to stop the club dead. I had always thought she was attractive, but somehow in the atmosphere of the club, she looked electric.

  I turned back to look at Jack who was still staring, dumbstruck. All I could do was laugh as I got to my feet. I considered telling him again to keep his hands off, but knew that it would do no good. Instead, I patted him on the leg as I made for the exit.

  I had no desire to hang around the club, now that we had discussed what needed to be discussed. Judging from the way that Jack was throwing down drinks and staring at every woman that walked passed, I had a pretty good idea where the rest of the night was going.

  Maybe another version of me would have hung around for a little fun. But that was an old me. It was getting onto ten P.M. by that time, and I needed to be home. Kendra would be heading to my place soon, and I wanted to be there before she arrived.

  It was an odd feeling. I had never had such a desire to see someone before, as I did now with Kendra. Every time I had dated a woman in the past, I had always put myself first. But this was different. I just hoped she felt the same way.

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  She was late. One hour late to be precise. At first, I didn’t mind so much. As I hurried back from the club, I all but rushed through the process of getting ready. I worried that she would call me and ask where I was. Or that she would turn up, and I would still stink of sweat and cigarettes from the club.

  But as I showered and changed, I began to loosen up. I popped a bottle of champagne and selected the perfect playlist for the night. Then, I began to think about how perfect the timing actually was. But then, as I settled into waiting, my mood slowly began to change.

  The date was going to be a simple one. She was going to come around, we were going to have a few drinks, some laughs, and hopefully, catch up on old times. I wanted the night to be free from the constraints of work, and maybe even free of the baggage of our checkered past. But with every minute that passed, with me sitting on the couch staring at the clock, I realized that wasn’t to be.