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The plug was larger than he'd have liked, but she'd taken it like a champ. It took a sharp pull to get the widest flare past her stretched pucker. He looked down, loving how she gaped open for several long seconds once she was free of the hardintruder.
With a smack to her ass, Ryder let her up. "Go take care of business. I'll get it ready to go backin."
"Please, not again. I've learned my lesson. I promise." Her submissive pleas did nasty things to his rod tucked into his slacks. He pushed down the temptation to shove the growing hardness where the toy had just been, knowing they didn't havetime.
Instead, he pulled the small bracelet from the end, and reached out to attach it to the tiny waistband of her panties. He liked the way it dangled down at crotchlevel.
He saw the question in her eyes and answered. "It's got a tracker in the charm. Until we get the asshole behind bars, I don't want you going anywhere without it on. I'll conceal it in something better when we get home. Now, hurry up. I'll wash this bad boy and then wait for yououtside."
True to his word, he finished cleaning up and took off for the exit. When he pushed the door open, it slammed into the back of Trevor who had taken up a protective stance in front of the portal. It pissed him off that the asshole was probably there thinking he had to protect Khloe fromRyder.
The men stood chest to chest in a standoff of sorts. Ryder wished he were taller, hating that the jerk had a few inches on him. As the guard eyed him up and down, his gaze stopped on the wide plug still in Ryder's right hand. He suspected Khloe would be pissed at him for holding it out so McLean could get a better look at it, but he did itanyway.
Several emotions passed over the guard's expression starting with anger and ending with what looked likeacceptance.
"I get it. I don't like it, but I getit."
Ryder slipped the sex toy in the pocket of his sports coat before answering. "I'm glad. I'd hate to have to paint you apicture."
"You don't have to be such an asshole, you know. I really do care about her," McLeanprotested.
"That's exactly why I'm being an asshole." He moved closer until their chests bumped aggressively. "Keep your fucking hands off her and do yourjob."
"That's all I've ever done." He looked sad for a moment before adding, "Now I see she needed more." Ryder was about to deck the jerk until he added, "You worked a miracle getting her to eat that much. I've beenworried."
After an awkward pause, Ryder stepped aside, putting some distance between them to de-escalate that discussion. "Yeah.”
Just as the words left his mouth, he heard it. The unmistakable sound of someone puking. Not someone.Khloe.
Trevor must have heard it too because the men met at the door, each fighting to get through first. Ryder had the edge from his angle and pushed in ahead of the taller man, beelining it to the only closed door, pounding so hard the entire three-stall structurewobbled.
"Goddamn you, Khloe, I'm gonna blister your ass so hard it makes our earlierdiscussionlook like love taps. Get your fucking finger out of your throat and open this door rightnow."
The sound of her depositing the contents of the food she'd eaten into the toilet stopped, but when he leaned down to look under the door, he could see her still huddled over the porcelain. He detected her body shaking, fighting the urge to purge. When she leaned forward ready to resume against his orders, Ryder kneeled, reaching under the door and grabbing both of herankles.
He yanked her hard, furious that she couldn't see the damage she was doing to her own body. She struggled and kicked, barely missing slamming her face against the toilet by pushing back in time for her torso to fall to the ground before being dragged under the bottom opening of the still closed stalldoor.
Her dress rode up as he pulled, exposing the still-red patches on her butt cheeks where the hairbrush had done a number on her. He'd be adding belt marks in a fewminutes.
He'd expected her to fight him, but instead she'd started crying, laying limp in a heap on the cold tile floor, curled up into a ball on her side. Her sobs cut through his anger, temporarily stunning him into non-action.
McLean had surprisingly stayed on the sidelines, standing a few feet away looking as lost as Ryder felt. As angry as he was at her, a little voice was shouting at him that this wasn't a submissive's defiance. The woman at his feet was falling apart before his eyes, trembling from fear or cold, he wasn't sure. He ran his hand through his cropped hair with uncertainty until he knew what todo.
Ryder took his coat off and slid to the ground, placing his back against the closed stall door. He reached out and scooped the broken woman in front of him into his lap, wrapping her in his coat and hugging her tohim.
"Grab me some wet paper towels," he yelled to a still frozen McLean before talking softer to Khloe. "It's gonna be okay,baby."
He rocked her as she cried into his chest. He suspected she was too ashamed to look at him, which was fine by him. He needed the time to get his anger undercontrol.
Trevor handed him a handful of wet towels, standing close by as if waiting for orders. Ryder held her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and the exertion of purging. Her makeup was a running mess and her coifed hair wasjumbled.
"Go tell the director Khloe isn't feeling well. She needs to call it a day." She opened her mouth to protest, but he lifted her chin to stop her. "Trust me. You're done,baby."
Trevor stood grounded until Ryder looked up to see why he was still there. Anger emanated from her guard. "You better not lay a hand on her forthis."
He wasn't sure what pissed him off more. That the jerk actually thought he would spank her for hurting herself, or that he had actually contemplated it himselffirst.
"Relax. She's sick, not introuble."
