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He’s completely in control, knows what he’s doing. The man can do no wrong.

The song changes in the background, Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love bathing the space in sex. I’m rasping at a matching pace to the bass and drums pulsating through my ears. Lost to desire, I’m morphing into the music, a tool for John to play with.

I can’t say I’m not reveling in it.

His thumb courses along my collarbone, trailing over my chin to tip my head up.

“Stay exactly this way. I want you to experience it, to remove stress from the equation. Want you to have an evening to remember.” His tone lightens. “To show you I’m more than just talk.”

“’Kay.”

He turns his back to me, and I eye his calculated movements. He sifts through the bag, no reprimand in the words he says without looking, “Eyes up.”

I do. Despite my past, despite the trust I never intended to place in any man’s hands again, I do.

John doesn’t leave me for long, his index and middle fingers stroking my core, now slipping outside and lower under my butt, and hefting it up. His attention is on me. My body picks up on it easily, even though my eyes can’t.

“You with me?”

The check-in affirms my gut feeling to trust him. I swallow, nodding as I keep looking at the blue ceiling.

“Good.” A cold, cone-shaped glass device is plunged into my pussy. The size isn’t big enough to be a Rocket Pocket vibrator or the rabbit one.

He’s thrusting the butt plug into my pussy. Will he stop there?

I’m not ready for it to go into my ass, wanted no one in it. But my mind is wandering high in pleasure-land, plucking desires from within my subconscious and into the air between us.

“Wrong hole.”

“Oh, I’m where I’m supposed to be, all right.” His audible smirk coaxes me to clench around the plug. “Remember when I said I was upset over not mentioning lube? This is what I’ll be using, instead.”

“No.”

He stops immediately. “Is that a red?”

Again, words trample out of my mouth unchecked. “No. But I’ve never… No one’s ever been there.”

His silence scares me. I’m sure he’s had it with my naiveté, positive he’s pulling out. Just when I’m on the verge of sneaking a glance at him, the glass object is being retracted from my pussy, its head prodding at my pucker.

“Then it’s my pleasure to be the first to take that virgin ass, sweetheart.” John doesn’t tell me to relax, does absolutely nothing to appease my pending anxiety and mounting anticipation.

Tension builds in my body, a rope being pulled at both ends ready to snap. It almost does, too, when he pulls out all the stops in his dirty talk. “I won’t wait for your approval, not when I’m sliding it real slow inside you, not when I fuck you mercilessly with it.”

He spreads me an inch wider. Sensations like pain and shame and lust collide. But before I let lust wash over me and release myself into the hold of his strong palm, there’s something I need to clarify.

CHAPTER FOUR

Alistair

“Wait, stop.” Nola’s arresting features glare at me. Caramel eyes swirling with need latch onto mine, parted lips panting and the scent of sweet mint carries from her mouth to my eager nose.

The butt plug’s halfway in. By everything that’s holy, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. My cock is a hot rod in my pants, my reflexes that of a famished predator ready to pounce.

It’s a borderline miracle I’m able to constrain myself as I do. In my head, I’m already down on my knees to eat that pussy, taking a good, hard look at the glass butt plug being sucked into her pucker.

I salivate at the image of having it sink in and having the pink diamond at the base gleaming at me. Of rolling my tongue over her clit, how it’d blow my mind when she clenches and whimpers over my face.

To see that sweet pussy coming, then make it come again.

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