Page 51 of Passionate Defense

Peeking into the bag, she stared in disbelief at the hot-pink, four-inch-long butt plug. Holy crap! Although tapered with a flared base, it was big, and she had to wonder how she would take it all, much less insert it by herself—in a bathroom stall.

Good heavens, he had a wicked mind, but she shouldn’t be surprised. He’d been building up to this for a while. Taking a deep breath, she pulled up her skirt and slipped off her panties. Her hands shook as she applied a small drop of clear gel on the end and spread it all around the tip with her finger. She would have used more but was afraid too much would leave a wet spot on her skirt. Or, even worse, that it would slide out and hit the floor with a splat while walking back to their table.

Her mortification would be so utterly complete she’d die on the spot. At the very least, she’d have to quit her job and move. To a cave somewhere remote, like Nome, Alaska. No, too cold. Boston had too much snow as it was. Maybe a small town some place warm, in the middle of nowhere. She’d once read Eureka, Nevada was the last town at the beginning—or was it the end?—of the “Loneliest Road in America.” If she could get internet access through satellite, she could do online work, like wills, quickie divorces, and estate planning.

Wait...even Nevada was too close. She’d need to be on the other end of the planet, in Australia perhaps on the Cape York Peninsula. Yeah, that would do. The aboriginal tribes needed legal representation; she was sure of it.

Unexpectedly, Ethan intruded into her wandering thoughts. “Quit stalling,” she heard him say. That was exactly what she was doing: delaying, dithering, playing for time. Who wouldn’t?

With a sigh, she muttered, “The things I do for this man.”

Closing her eyes, she slid the slick tip between her cheeks and across her delicate pucker several times before pressing it inward.

Her anal experience was very limited. Ethan had inserted a finger occasionally, once stretching her with two, but he’d never used a toy or taken her there, mostly because of her reluctance because he was big. Thankfully, the plug was much smaller, wider only above the narrow neck near the base. Still, he was butting up against a limit with her, going where no man—or toy—had gone before.

Having her insert it tested her submission. She couldn’t put the onus solely on him. She had an out, as always. The Mickey Mouse reference in his note was his reminder to use her safeword if needed, making it entirely her choice.

No. She enjoyed their games and, even more so, wanted to please him. She could do this.

As she pushed, the rounded end slid farther inside. Breathing deeply, she was determined to get through this, when the bathroom door opened. Lanie froze, the pink monstrosity halfway in, as high heels clicked on the tile floor. She listened as two women babbled about their lipstick, their husbands, and an upcoming event. They seemed in no hurry.

Several minutes passed, and still they lingered. Lanie, growing impatient, bit her lip and pushed. The plug, which seemed the size of a baseball bat, stretched her near-virgin ass until it burned. She was seriously considering backing out, but his words came to her,do not disappoint me.

She was determined not to. Perspiration beaded on her upper lip as she gave a final push. A whimper of relief escaped as her muscles closed around the narrow end, sealing the plug inside. Suddenly, she tensed. Had the others heard?

But when she listened, the rush of water in the sinks as the women chattered on proved they were oblivious to the erotic insertion going on only a few feet away. At last, they left and Lanie breathed easier.

After wiping away the excess gel, Lanie awkwardly exited the stall. She washed and dried her hands and hurried carefully back to Ethan, attempting not to waddle despite the Louisville Slugger jammed up her butt. Arriving at the table, a little shaken but with a self-satisfied smile on her lips, she was ready to tell him how evil he was when she skidded to a halt. The table was empty.

No way! He hadn’t really left her.

Her eyes flew around the bar, searching for him. The tables were filled with couples, and several of the men eyed her curiously. Could they tell she was frantic? Was it obvious that her evil husband had ordered her to put a ginormous sex toy up her ass? Damn! Where in the hell was Ethan?

Then she saw him near the entrance, a shoulder propped nonchalantly against the wall, watching her. She took a step toward him, but he lifted his wrist, with his other hand tapping the face of his watch as he slowly shook his head. This time she heard his tsk, tsk, tsk in her ear.

Shooting for graceful, but settling for stilted, she crossed the crowded room to join him. She glimpsed her face in the mirror behind the bar. A third-degree sunburn wouldn’t have been as red. Her eyes flicked to his, noting the amusement shining in their warm brown depths.

“You are an evil man.”

“So you’ve claimed—and frequently. You are late, Miss Langston, by several minutes—twelve to be exact.”

“Are you going to fire me?”

“Sir. I believe the CEO of the company deserves some respect.”

Authority resounded clearly in his voice. Hollywood missed out on the day he chose law instead of drama.

“Are you going to fire me, sir?”

“That depends on if you have something for me.” He held out his hand, an imperious eyebrow arched as he waited. He wanted her panties.

Reaching into the pink bag where she had stuffed them, she wadded her lace panties into a ball as small as she could make it. Deciding to be a little evil herself, rather than pressing them into his palm, she slid her hand into his coat. Avoiding his inside breast pocket—what fun would that be—she moved slowly down his torso, past his belt, and hip, then into his trouser pocket. As she relinquished her panties, she rotated her empty hand and palmed his muscled thigh, slowly rubbing the edge of her hand along the length of his hard cock.

“Lanie,” he growled into her ear.

“My panties, sir,” she whispered. “You didn’t tell me where to stick them, so I improvised.”

He encircled her wrist, moving it and her roaming fingers to a safe location. Then he slipped his arm around her waist and tucked her against his side. Positioning her so her back was to the wall, he dipped his hand low over her ass and grazed the end of the plug with his fingertips. Angling his head to her ear, he caught the lobe between his teeth and bit gently before releasing it.

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