"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."
"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.
My stomach is churning wondering how far I will go with all of this, particularly when I'm not even getting a whiff of a true story here. I just don't see how to make the connection from a sex club--which is totally legal, by the way--to a dirty politician.
And trust me... I want to find that Governor Hayes' is dirty. I want to prove it and take him down, because he'll be the first true notch in my bedpost of justice that I take down solely as a result of my own hard work.
I suppose that's truly the thing that keeps me going here as I war with myself over my own moral dilemmas. How far will I go with Cain? Will our hearts start getting involved, especially as the bounds of intimacy are stretched? Without a doubt, since I let him stick a plug up my ass as if he owned me, I definitely feel something of a bond with him. When he rolled out of my bed yesterday afternoon, leaving me a quivering mass of satisfaction on the mattress, he leaned over and gave me a soft kiss. His eyes were warm, sated, and triumphant. He merely said, "You are amazing," and I felt my heart thump in response to that, the one part of my body that still had some strength of its own.
But now even that's weakening.
My phone starts a vibrating buzz on my kitchen table beside my empty coffee cup. It's face up so I can clearly see Brant's number and I grimace even as I reach to answer it. "Hi, Brant."
"We need an update, Preston," he says brusquely, addressing me by my last name as if I'm a recruit in his military platoon. "You've been there three weeks."
Sighing softly, I reach out and circle my finger around the edge of my coffee cup. "The first week was spent developing my cover and making contacts," I remind him.
"Then you've had two weeks to dig something up," he says in exasperation. "We can't fund your vacation there forever."
"I'm not sure there's a story here," I tell him resolutely, ignoring the vacation comment. "I'm just not picking up on anything yet."
"Come on, Preston," he says in a hard voice. "It's a sex club and a politician. Of course there's something there. You just have to spin it right."
I bristle against those words because we're not the fucking National Enquirer. We don't need to fabricate or inflate this shit; there's enough corruption in our government officials without chasing sordid stories like this. Still, I'm careful when I say, "I've gotten in with the head of security at the club. I've planted the seed, and I think I'm close to getting an invite. Once I get my foot in the door, I'll be able to assess the situation better."
"That's good," he practically purrs into the phone, and I wince. I can almost imagine him rubbing himself by the lewd tone. "You do whatever it takes to get the goods, you hear me?"
"I'll do whatever I can that doesn't put me in danger," I tell Brant firmly. "If you're not willing to let me work this with regards to my own safety, then y
ou need someone else here."
"Of course your safety comes first," Brant says quickly and in a soothing voice. "But I don't have to remind you... sometimes it's the tiniest detail you come across that can break a story wide open. Just keep plugging away. This story will make your career."
Ironic that he used the word "plugging".
"I understand," I tell him.
"Plan on calling me at the end of the week with another update. We really need this, so I'm going to push you hard. That clear?"
"Clear," I tell him with a leaden weight settling in my stomach.
"And word of advice," Brant says as an afterthought. "You better be thinking of another angle than your current source."
I had already thought about that because I was feeling all kinds of rotten now that I'm getting to know Cain. The thought of using him in this respect isn't setting well with me. Colton Stokes is on my list for sure. I'm going to hit him up today. And I'm also trying to figure out an angle with Callie Hayes. I've done some research on Governor Hayes' platform and because his campaign is officially launching soon, I think I know the perfect thing that could possibly get me in the door with her.
*
Part of my research when I moved to Jackson was to learn all I could about my source, Colton Stokes. Thirty-one years old, never married, currently not dating anyone. Drives a brand-new Chevy Suburban. Operations manager of his father's cattle company. Net worth not a hell of a lot since Daddy owns the company, but he does have access to a modest trust fund.
I also happen to know he works out at the gym every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, and I wait patiently sipping on coffee for him to come out. The morning is heating up nicely and there's not a cloud in the blue sky. I'm not working today, and I'm not sure what to do with myself after I take care of this. Maybe I'll drive around, check out the scenery. Ideally, I'd be up for spending some time with Cain, but he told me he's got some work to do before his shift starts at The Wicked Horse tonight.
I've suppressed the urge to do a deeper background check on Cain beyond the employment stuff. I know I should so I can avert any surprises, but I feel guilty enough trying to use him to get my foot into the club. He didn't tell me details, only that he worked two other part-time jobs when work was available as he had some debt to pay. However, he did ask if I was coming by The Wicked Horse tonight. I played it vague and told him it was a possibility. His reply was, "Well, I won't be able to spend any time with you while I'm on duty. I just don't want you to be upset by that."