"Oh yes. I'm not going to take you there tonight, for I'm too big and you are much too tight. For now though, I'll just play—and make you come. Remember, I paid to fuck this ass first."
His finger brushed ever so lightly over that forbidden spot and I imagined him to possibly be correct, for the feelings just the slightest touch of his finger elicited heated my skin and softened all of my limbs. It was intense and decadent and dark.
"Is this something people really do?" I asked, unclear about this illicit act.
"Oh yes. And as my little whore, you're going to love it."
He seemed so confident, so sure that what he was doing would be something I found pleasurable. Based on the brief touch of his finger, it was possible I might, but having his entire digit deep within me sounded painful. And his cock? I had no concept of how he would fit. It was so snug when he fucked my pussy, but my back entrance? I was doubtful.
"Take a deep breath, sweetheart. Relax."
"It's hard to relax when you have a finger that wants into your ass," I grumbled.
He paused, tossed his head back and laughed, rich and deep. "Oh, a whore who has a sense of humor. Don't taunt me, sweetheart, for most men would take you now, whether you were prepared or not. I like my woman willing and pliant."
Another chink of that wall broke and my willpower to fight him in this most unusual of attentions ceased. I sighed into the quilt and let all of my muscles relax. I had to trust that he would take care of me, especially in this most unusual of places.
As soon as I gave up all resistance, his finger pushed past the ring of muscle that had been resisting his entry to fill me to the first knuckle. I groaned; I couldn't help the almost feral sound that escaped my lips. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, anything Wiley had wrought from my body. It was jangly and intense and...odd, but while the stretching burned slightly, the feel was unlike anything I'd ever imagined. The combination of his fingers in both of my holes was too much, too powerful, too intense. I came, my entire body tightening like a bow, my inner walls clenching down on both of his digits. It seemed, all of a sudden, that just the very tips of his fingers weren't enough. My body wanted more, wanted to be filled completely, not just my pussy but my ass as well.
"Good girl," he said. "You are so beautiful when you come. Your nipples are pink little tips that I want to suck. Your ass is so tight it's all but strangling my finger. I'll come back and fuck this ass and you're going to love it. I promise. You're still coming? Such a good little whore."
His words continued, some offering praise, some vowing further carnal delights. Words such as whore, reminding me that we were in a brothel. We were playacting, but only a little, for I wasn't faking anything and I had a feeling neither was Wiley.
WILEY
"Sweetheart, you were better than I was expecting. I think I need to find out how much you cost for the night." I pulled on my clothes, ready to go and find Miss Carter. If she really did run the establishment, then she'd be the one collecting the money.
Piper tugged at the blanket to cover herself as she watched me. "All night?"
I looked at her over my shoulder and grinned. She had the well-fucked look about her and I couldn't help but feel powerful knowing I made her look that way. "Seems you're more of a virgin than I thought. I think it'll be fun to leave my mark in more than one place. Get dressed," I added.
She frowned. "I thought you just said you wanted me for the night."
"I'm not leaving you here all alone, sweetheart. Some other man might lay claim and I'm not done with you."
It was clear my meaning, for she gave up on her modesty in exchange for leaving. It took longer for her to dress and I became impatient, not even letting her finish the buttons up the front of her dress before I tugged her out into the hall.
At the top of the stairs a whore was leading a man by the hand, most likely toward her room.
"Where can I find the owner?"
She frowned, but pointed. "Down the stairs and her office is toward the back."
I didn't delay, just grasped Piper's hand in mine and made my way there. Glancing down at Piper, I offered her a small smile as I squeezed her hand in reassurance before I knocked on the door.
A woman called for us to enter.
She was older than I thought, perhaps in her thirties, definitely older than Kevin Sinclair. If she'd been involved in the recent stage robbery, then she'd enlisted new men to help her, clearly using her charms to do so, and she wasn't lacking in them. She was actually quite beautiful. She had blonde hair in perfect ringlets artfully styled. Her dress was a pale blue silk with a bright sheen to it. Her breasts were ample and on full display above the low cut of her bodice. In the past I might have even taken a tumble upstairs
with her.
"I'm interested in paying for this little lady for the night."
"She's a good cock sucker then?" Her perfectly curved brow arched. She had been watching.
"Very. But it sounds as if you already know that."
She turned to her desk, opened a drawer and turned back, a gun in hand.