Page 108 of Trailer Trash

“Thanks,” I say bashfully. “We can go. I’m ready—”

Suddenly, I’m pushed against the wall, my chest flattening against the old wallpaper. My dress is yanked up, and cold air hits my bare skin.

“Killian!”

He’s close, his body caging mine. His hands follow the curve of my waist and spread over my ass, squeezing. Sensually, his thumbs stroke over the waistband of my thong.

“These for me, baby?”

My voice cracks. “Yeah. They’re for you.” To make him even more pleased, I add, “I waxed too.”

He nips the shell of my ear, then his thumbs hook under the elastic and slowly pull down.

“Aren’t you going to buy me dinner first?” I tease.

“Think you’re cute, baby? Don’t worry. I’m not gonna fuck you. Yet.”

My eyes blow wide as something wet, cold, and hard drags from my pussy to—

I gasp and tense. I push off the wall, but his weight presses down, keeping me pinned there.

“What are you doing?” I say frantically as pressure builds against my asshole.

“Be a good little employee. Arch your back and let it in.”

I stammer, unsure what’s happening. It’s not his cock. It’s too stiff and cold.

Just then he kisses my neck, and his other hand snakes around, finding my clit. Painfully slow, his fingers circle my clit while the blunt tip presses against my ass, tangling pleasure with the pressure until I can’t separate them. I squeeze my eyes shut, and give in, arching my back. The pressure builds against the tight muscle.

I whimper and breathe unsteady. It hurts. More and more.

“Shh. You’re okay. That’s it.” A kiss presses to my temple, warm and grounding. “Almost there, baby.”

I nearly cry out, and—

The pressure suddenly lessens. Something’s still there. I clamp down reflexively around a narrow stem, but the hard object stays in place. I glance back at Killian.

“What is it?”

“A plug, and you’ll wear it all night for me while I watch you pretend you don’t like it.”

“What?” I balk.

He taps the flared base, sending the sensation deeper. I clench around the plug before forcing myself to relax.

Killian snaps my panties back over my hips, trapping the base snugly between my cheeks before smoothing my dress over his secret.

“Relax, you pathetic thing. I lubed it. You’re fine.”

I say nothing, but he must see the horror across my face, because he chuckles.

“I have to train you to take my cock, baby. I’m a lot bigger.”

I blink several times and shake my head. Of course, he disregards me.

“I’m not doing that. I’m taking this out,” I say.

“Nope. It stays. Your body wants it there. It’s aching to feel the real thing. Although, I imagine you’re afraid you’ll like it too much. Me, owning another part of you.”