by Livia Grant
“Trust me… the list of things I want to do to you is very, very long.” Running a hand down her side, Landon squeezed her hip. “Including fucking your sweet ass if you’re still interested in it.”
“I am,” she insisted, and he swatted her.
“Stop trying to tempt me. Now, have you ever tried a butt plug?” he asked, and she nodded slightly. “Let me guess, he didn’t warm you up for that either?”
McKenna shook her head and he once again wished he had the info on whoever had screwed up so badly, but for now all he could do was take a small step in the right direction so that she could see it didn’t have to be a bad experience.
“Then, if you’re okay with it, I’d love to put a plug in your ass before I bend you over this table and fuck you.” Leaning down, he brushed a kiss over her collarbone, moving toward her breast as he spoke between licks and nips. “And that means with every thrust… you’ll feel that plug in your ass… the plug that I put there… that you asked for… begged for… and when you come on my cock… you’ll see just how good it can be. How good I can make it… when I eventually fuck your ass.”
Capturing her nipple, he sucked, loving the way McKenna had arched, grinding against him while he’d described how he planned to use the plug — once he found one anyway.
The last thing he wanted to do was leave her alone on the table, wet and waiting, just so he could wander around Black Light with his dick tenting the front of his pants on a butt plug foraging mission, but he was willing to do it. For her.
“Fuck, Landon… sir, I want it. I want you, please.” Her fingers wound deeper into his hair, toying with it as he edged them both with their sinful grinding. It was the best kind of torture, but he’d made a promise and he needed to keep it.
“Okay. Just stay here, don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Pushing himself away from her was physically painful, but he managed to move back from the table and tuck his hard-on into his waistband for the awkward hide-and-seek through Black Light.
Tearing his eyes from McKenna’s beautiful body, Landon was just about to open the door when there was a light knock. What the fuck? Confused, he opened it to find Weston wearing a wide grin and holding a small bag out toward him. “Here you go, man.”
“Huh? What is it?” he asked, but as soon as he glanced in the bag, he grinned and reached over to slap Weston on the shoulder. “Damn, man. I owe you one. Hell, more than one because of your help earlier.”
“I’ll hit you up for game tickets,” Weston retorted, laughing as he reached for the door handle. “Enjoy the last of the night.”
“Thanks.” Landon turned around as the door shut behind him, meeting McKenna’s confused face as he raised the bag. “No turning back now.”
“They brought you a…” She bit down on her lip, her knees pressing together, and he knew she was nervous, but he also knew how to make the experience good for her.
“Changed your mind?” he asked, dragging the medical tray closer to the table so he could spread out the items in the bag. “You still can, McKenna.”
“No! I want this. I want to try it, sir. With you.”
Damn. There wasn’t anything hotter than having a woman put aside her own fears because she trusted him to push her limits, and while Landon didn’t think he’d earned it… that wasn’t his decision to make. McKenna had been brave enough to ask for it, brave enough to speak up, and he was greedy enough to accept it.
It wasn’t until he saw the shiny, metal butt plug in its package that he got nervous himself. The plug was a little bigger than he might have chosen himself, but even at its widest point it wasn’t as big as his dick, and she’d offered to have him fuck her ass. This would be better for tonight. Hell, it was his only option for tonight, but that didn’t mean she’d be able to handle it. “What word do I want you to say if it’s too much?”
“Yellow,” she answered, sitting up slightly, but he covered the plug with the packet of wipes Weston had thrown in alongside the lube and a handful of different sized condoms.
“Good girl. Lay back down and bring your ass to the edge of the table.”
While she obeyed, he grabbed one of the metal chairs and brought it over. If he hadn’t been so intent on transforming the room from doctor’s office to police station, he’d still have the padded rolling stool, but the chair would have to work.
“Fuck, you look so hot like this, McKenna,” he growled, letting his eyes roam over the rope crisscrossing over her chest, the delicate rise of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the wet cunt between her thighs that was just begging for more attention.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, and he took his seat, ripping open the package for the plug in his lap to keep it out of sight as he got everything set up.
“You’re going to take this plug for me like a good girl, and then I’m going to fuck you like the very bad girl you were in our roleplay.”
“Can I call you Officer Bartlett?” The playful little smirk on her face was all sass, but if it made her feel more confident, then… fuck it.
“Fine, but that’s only going to make me want to fuck you harder.”
McKenna grinned and laid back on the table, that sultry edge creeping back into her voice as she said, “Sounds good to me, Officer Bartlett.”
Goddamn, I’m in so much trouble with this girl.
Chapter 10
McKenna
She’d expected Landon to go straight for the plug like Shaun had, but she should have known better. Nothing that had happened so far had been rushed, and as he worked his magic between her legs, she wasn’t sure if he even remembered about the plug.
“Oh God,” she whined as he focused on her clit again, sucking and flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves while his thick fingers worked inside her. He played her body like they knew each other, like he knew just how much he could tease her g-spot before she was on the edge of coming, and then he’d slow down. “Please, sir, officer, you’re killing me…”
“You seem healthy enough to me,” he replied before returning to her clit with an even more intense pressure that yanked her back to the edge of bliss in an instant.
All she could do was whimper, hands gripping the sides of the table as she tried to move, seeking just a little more, but he had her pinned to the table. One arm draped over her hips, and he was more than strong enough to keep her there.
Just as that brilliant promise of ecstasy got closer again, his fingers slipped from her and moved down, one digit pressing against her rear entrance as she tensed instinctively.
“Relax, breathe,” he coached her, and she closed her eyes and tried to obey. The click of the lube bottle had her body twitching again, but his mouth descended on her clit and pushed back the sudden rush of anxiety.
It just wasn’t gone completely.
I trust him. I trust him. He won’t hurt me.
McKenna repeated the words over and over as he spread the cool lube around her hole, pressing gently, moving slowly, nothing like Shaun — but the memory of pain was burned into her mind. The warning bells going off weren’t some conscious choice, it was self-preservation. She refused to listen though, gripping the sides of the table until her fingers ached as he finally slipped inside. A choked sound escaped her before she could bite down on it, but it wasn’t because it hurt. She’d expected pain, but really it just felt… strange.
“Good girl,” he growled, attacking her clit again which had her clenching around the invading digit as he moved it back and forth. It felt weird, so freaking weird, but it didn’t hurt yet, so she tried to focus on the pleasure.
Landon was pushing her back to the edge again, teasing her, and it helped distract her until there was another click of the lube bottle. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to try and look at what he was doing, or stay blind, but a moment later he stopped licking and stood up.
“You’re doing so well, McKenna. Just a little more,” he whispered as he kissed her skin through the gaps in the rope, moving
higher and higher until he found her breast again. Taking her nipple in his mouth, the first draw sent tingles rushing over her skin, but a second later he bit down. Hard. Gasping, McKenna could only focus on the brilliant streak of pain from the tender bud, it lit up the space behind her eyes, and it was only as he eased back to lick the pain away that she realized he’d slid a second finger into her ass.
“Oh my God,” she whined, twisting her hips while she tried to adjust to the strange feeling of fullness as his thick fingers moved back and forth inside her. There was a little ache, but his bite had hurt worse — and, really, it had turned her on. “Again, please?”
Chuckling, Landon moved to her other breast, starting with the same teasing strokes of his tongue and gentle tugs until she’d let down her guard and started to enjoy the waves of sensation. The rhythmic movement of his fingers, pushing a little deeper each time, matched the patterns he was drawing over the tender skin of her breast.
It was hypnotic, and she knew she was getting lost in the feeling, but then he bit down again, harder, and that glorious thrill of pain lit up her nerves. Whimpering, she felt his fingers push deeper, stretching her ass as the bite eased. She didn’t beg though, she refused to make him second-guess this. She wanted it, and he was doing exactly what he’d promised. He was getting her ready for the plug, and as soon as it was in… then he’d fuck her, and she wouldn’t care what was in her ass.
Hopefully.
Landon’s long hair tickled her chest as he propped himself up on an elbow to stare down at her, his expression dark and intense. “You going to take this plug for me, McKenna?”
All she could do was nod, her voice wouldn’t work, other than to let out some combination of a sigh and a groan as he slid his fingers free. The warning click of the lube bottle had every muscle tensing, but Landon soothed her with soft shushes as he prepared the plug out of sight, and she tried to control the blur of adrenaline pouring through her veins.
He won’t hurt me. I trust him.
It won’t hurt.
Just relax.
It was easier said than done, especially when the cold metal brushed her tight hole and all she could remember was Shaun shoving it in and telling her she could handle it.
“Look at me,” Landon commanded, and she forced her eyes to open. “Breathe.”
McKenna’s breath shook on the inhale and the exhale, her muscles trembling from the adrenaline that wasn’t necessary, but she met his gaze and tried to look as confident as she had been when she’d decided she wanted this.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered.
“Yes, sir.” The plug pressed more firmly against her, the slickness of the lube making it impossible to fight as he pushed it forward, and then let it slide back, and she tried to keep her eyes open. Every time they clenched closed, she forced them back open, biting down on her lip when he added more pressure, stretching her hole.
“You can do this, McKenna,” he encouraged, leaning down to kiss her, distracting her as he pushed harder, and then the first flicker of a burning pain threatened to make her panic. But his tongue danced with hers, his teeth nipping her lip, and then he broke the kiss, lifting enough for her to see the wild, hungry look in his eyes. “As soon as this plug is in your sweet ass, I’m going to fuck you — rough and hard — like the naughty little criminal you are, until you come on my dick again and again.”
Yes, yes, yes.
“I want you. I want it, please, sir. Just do it. Please, just do it,” she begged, and he groaned low capturing her lips in a kiss again, rough and controlling, and the kiss swallowed her whine of pain as the plug stretched her to the limit of what she thought she could take… and then it was in. Strange and cold, but the dull ache was nothing like the pain when Shaun had done it.
“Fuck, McKenna… it’s in. You’re such a good girl,” he growled, tugging at the plug and rotating it inside her as if he wanted to remind her it was there — not like she could forget. But she wanted to be his good girl, and she felt brave and sexy and strong for overcoming the fear.
Before she lost the moment, she pulled him into another kiss, pouring all of the things she wanted to explain into it as his hips settled between hers, his hard dick grinding against her through his slacks. The movement of the plug was weird, and her body kept squeezing around it, but it also created a whole new level of intimacy.
It was Landon’s fingers that had been inside her, his hands that had put the plug there.
“I need you,” she whispered against his lips, and he pulled her up with him, a yelp escaping as the movement forced the plug deeper when she sat up. Then he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the table, sliding her down his front until her feet met the floor and their kiss had to end.
“Remind me what you said to me when I ‘arrested’ you earlier?” He was obviously trying to look serious, but that wicked grin wouldn’t be denied, and McKenna felt butterflies take off in her stomach as he moved a hand to the back of her neck and squeezed. “Go on, say it again.”
“Which one?” she asked, swallowing as she brought back that bad ass character she’d created. “Screw you, cop? Or the fact that I called you an asshole, Officer Bartlett.”
“That works,” he growled, immediately bending her over the edge of the table. Cheek pressed hard to the metal surface, she couldn’t move with him pinning her down by the hold on her neck, but she definitely felt the rapid series of spanks setting fire to her ass.
“Fuck!” McKenna whined when the edge of his hand caught the plug, jolting it inside her as the sting of each swat spread.
“We don’t tolerate disrespect in this department, and there’s only one way to handle a bad girl like you.” Fuck, why was that so hot?
The sound of his zipper coming down had her squirming in anticipation, but if he wanted to pick up the roleplay for this, then she was more than happy to oblige. “That all you got, cop?”
“Nowhere near, girl,” he replied, just before his belt whooshed free of his slacks.
McKenna tried to tense up to prepare for the first stroke, but it made her squeeze the plug and that momentary distraction had her wholly unprepared when a blistering streak of agony landed across both cheeks. She couldn’t tell if she’d squeezed the plug, or if the belt had actually bounced it deeper, but the entire sensation was dizzying and strange and… exhilarating. The next stroke was just as powerful, complete with the blinding spike of pain, the aftershock of heat, and the shift of the plug in her ass.
He landed a few more while she whimpered and squirmed before the belt suddenly clattered to the floor and she heard the tray shift and a wrapper tear.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growled, and she realized she was holding onto the sides of the table again. She could feel her pulse in the welted skin of her backside, throbbing in the heat that was turning her into a soaking mess between her thighs. Grabbing her left leg, he bent her knee and put it up onto the table. “Knees up, ass back.”
“You can’t do this, cop,” she argued, but she obeyed, drowning in need, and the second both of her knees were on the table, and she dropped her hips back, she knew it was going to be intense.
“Really?” he taunted, squeezing one welted ass cheek in his massive hand. “Seems like I can do whatever I want with you right now… or would you rather spend the night in jail?”
Blackmail? That definitely shouldn’t be hot, but it was. Jesus fucking Christ it was hot.
“You’re an asshole,” she snapped, and he spanked her again.
“Maybe, but it’s your sweet asshole that’s going to be mine soon enough, and I’m going to show you just how much you’re going to like it.” Landon shifted his hand to her hip, holding tight, and then she felt his latex-covered dick sliding through her wetness. “This is how I handle bad girls, McKenna.”
There wasn’t time to say anything smart ass, because Landon slammed in hard with the first stroke, shoving the plug in farther while stretching her around his thick shaft and
reaching deeper than she’d even thought to prepare for. All that came out of her mouth was a gasp and then a groan as he yanked her hips back and did it again.
“Fuuuucckkk,” she whined, holding onto the table for dear life as Landon held nothing back. Every bit of his strength went into each thrust, making the welts on her ass feel bruised as he claimed both of her holes at once. Mercilessly fucking her, bouncing her on his cock, back and forth, and there was no pain anymore. If anything, the ache in her cunt and ass was bringing her closer to release, faster than she’d ever experienced before, but he woke up new things inside her with each hard drive.
It had to be the plug that made him feel so big, so impossibly filling, because it seemed like she didn’t have a spare millimeter inside her, and each time he slammed into her g-spot was brutal perfection.
“That’s right, take it,” he growled. “Show me how much you love my cock, girl. Show me how much you like having my plug in your ass while I fuck you.”
“Fuck, yes!” McKenna cried out as the pressure built inside her, every nerve ending sparking, heat coiling tight until the tension was too much. It was overwhelming, and she wasn’t sure if it was the incredibly hot words, the feeling of being filled to the absolutely brim, or the constant edging he’d tortured her with that finally pushed her over the edge — but it was explosive.
Raw ecstasy flooded her veins, drowning her in an instant, and she wasn’t sure what she babbled as the orgasm wrecked her. Squeezing both him and the plug inside her, amplifying the crippling bliss until she couldn’t feel anything except the static rush that set her skin on fire.
McKenna gasped, but she couldn’t get enough air.
She tried to lift up onto her knees, but Landon yanked her back, fingers digging hard into her hips as he forced her to ride him and the orgasm, even though it was too much. Way too much.
“Try and pull away from me again and I’ll take this plug out,” he warned, but in the moment, she wasn’t sure that was a bad idea. Something about having Landon Bartlett own her completely, taking her in every hole, was more tempting than terrifying.
