“Why did you want me to stop? Was I not doing it right?” I asked in horror. How embarrassing would that be? I’d be a disgrace to the sisterhood for sure.

Monica cupped my face and smiled. “It was perfect. I just had something else in mind to get off with.”

My eyebrows drew together in confusion. “You did?”

She nodded, releasing my face and rolling out from under me. She walked her perfectly toned and tanned body over to a bag she set on the floor by the door, pulling out a strange contraption that appeared to be a bunch of straps.

Turning back to me, she lifted the thing up to show me. It was then I noticed the rather larger rubber penis attached to the straps.

Good God! She wanted to use a strap-on?

I was so out of my league.

“I want you to fuck me with this,” she informed me, and I gulped.

Could I do that? I wasn’t even sure how to put the damn thing on.

“I’m not sure…” I hedged.

“I’ll fuck you with it afterward if you want,” she added with a sly smile. “It feels magnificent. I promise.”

“How the hell do you put it on?” I asked incredulously.

“Here, I’ll help you.” She arranged the contraption and looked up at me anxiously. It was then I knew I was going to do it. She was the customer after all. The paying customer. And if this was what she wanted, then I needed to give it to her.

No risk, no reward, I reminded myself.

I stood up and surveyed the thing, still not sure what I needed to do. Monica must have sensed my confusion and proceeded to instruct me how to step into it. Once it settled on my hips, she tightened the straps, the huge dildo practically poking her in the eye.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling myself to fuck a woman with a fake penis. It was do or die at this point. Put up or shut up. The cliché terms could go on and on.

Monica rummaged in the bag one last time before tossing it back on the floor. She placed a small bottle of lube in my hand before crawling up on the bed, leaving herself on all fours. Her head turned, and she gave me a coy look over her shoulder that had my heart racing.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips.

Wow.

I never would have considered that to be a turn-on before, but apparently my mind was befuddled after the last half hour of foreplay with the woman.

Positioning myself behind her, I poured the lube generously over the rubber phallus.

It really was huge.

Fully lubed and ready to go, I took a steadying breath and positioned the tip at her entrance.

Monica wiggled her ass impatiently right before she pushed back against me. I watched in fascination as her flesh gave way and the penis disappeared inside her.

Holy fuck that was hot. No wonder why guys loved this position.

With her hands on the headboard, she moved back and forth against me, fucking herself rather than me doing it to her, considering I was too fascinated by the sight in front of me. Realizing that the do-it-yourself approach probably wasn’t what she was looking for, I tentatively pulled my hips back before thrusting them forward. She rewarded my efforts with a moan.

Taking that sound as encouragement, I gripped her hips and repeated the movement, only this time I slammed into her with as much force as I could manage. Her head shot back and she bucked against me on a cry.

I felt myself growing wetter and wetter with every plunge my cock took into her pussy. It was incredibly erotic watching her climbing higher and higher as I thrust my pelvis against her, even if the cock was only superficially attached to me.

Sooner than I would have liked—I was enjoying myself too much for it to end—Monica came on a wail. Her body convulsing. Her head thrown back. In that moment, I wished the cock were real and I could feel her tightening around me, milking my own orgasm from me.

When she slumped against the bed, I pulled out. Sitting back on my heels, I glanced down at the cock, seeing it wet from her release. I desperately needed to get off. It was all too much and my pussy ached to be filled.

Monica pushed up on her elbows and looked over at me with eyes still glazed over in passion. I felt my lips curling into a smile, both of pride for getting her off and affection.

“Your turn?” she asked with a quirk of her head.

I nodded enthusiastically and she laughed, loud and throaty.

Ten minutes later, it was me moaning and crying out as Monica fucked me into oblivion. And I’m not ashamed to admit that after that, we went another round… or two… or three.

Xavier O’Brien surfaced from his dream, gasping for air. His body was slick with sweat and shook with the remnants of the horrific sequence of events he had witnessed while sleeping.

It had been all too real watching Aurora open her door for him, wearing nothing but a smile—a smile that he somehow instinctively knew was just for him, like a secret shared amongst the two of them. When he reached for her, the room melted away only to be replaced with the very real nightmare he was forced to relive constantly over the last fifteen years.

It never gets easier.

The heels of his hands dug into eyes as he forced the images from his head. The darkness encroaching around the edge of his vision slowly receded and his breathing leveled out.

Christ, that was a bad one.

Throwing the covers off his naked body, he cursed with a heavy sigh. It was too hot to sleep.

Climbing out of bed, he padded to the walk-in closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Throwing the clothes on, he made his way down the hall and through the open-plan living room and kitchen, heading towards the garage. Taking the keys for the Aston Martin out of the lock box on the wall, he bleeped the locks and folded inside.

Top down, he reversed out of the long driveway, vaguely noting his next-door neighbors had a For Sale sign in their front lawn. With the car in drive, he punched the gas and let the powerful engine take him away into the cooler night air.

As he headed north on the highway, his mind drifted back to the last time he’d gone for a drive to clear his head. Memories of Aurora’s infectious laugh assaulted him. The way the wind had blown her hair around her face. The lost look in her eyes when she’d talked about wanting to live on the lake again and how she’d never be able to. The way he’d wanted to kiss her until she thought of nothing but him.

Fuck, but he missed her. Which was absolutely insane. He barely knew her, but something about the way she displayed her heart to him without any pretenses made him want to protect her. Or maybe it was the fact that she went toe-to-toe with him without hesitation, something not many people had the guts to do.

Either way, the madness of it all was swallowing him whole.

Xavier had tried hard to keep a tight leash on his growing affections for her. He knew it was selfish of him to treat her the way he had. He wasn’t surprised she’d tried to make a pass at him with the mixed signals he had been sending. Not letting her spread herself for the men who frequented The Den while keeping her at arm’s length wasn’t fair to her. He didn’t give one fuck about that, though. It was necessary to keep her safe. And damn it, he wanted to keep her from selling her soul.

He saw the changes taking place in her, just as he did with nearly every girl who walked through his door. The innocence was fading, only to be replaced by a woman who was hard and cynical. Soon she wouldn’t bat an eyelash at some crazy fuck who wanted her to take it up the ass while he choked her. It would be just another day at the office for her.