He ended the mobile call and smiled as he watched her sleeping. She’d rolled over on her side and was curled with a pillow snug against her body. She wasn’t going to need that in the future, either.
Now, what to do with her? He’d wanted her for so long and didn’t intend to waste any time establishing their relationship. She needed to learn from the get-go just which one of them was in charge—and it wasn’t her. He grinned. He knew just the thing to bring that point home. He looked in the bedside drawer and his smile grew broader. Next to the little pouch, where she kept her sex toys, was the kit containing his. He was reasonably sure what it would contain and also that she had never had one used on her.
He opened the kit and pulled out his prize, a simple silver anal plug. Shiny and sleek, it shouldn’t be too large for her to handle. He stroked the crevice of her ass, rimming her dark rosette. Asleep, it was relaxed and gave to the light pressure of his finger. He was quite certain he would be the only man to ever have her ass. She’d been squeamish about incorporating anal sex into her books, but had finally relented when her editor insisted.
Checking his kit, he decided—although she had been naughty, recklessly going off with some assassin and letting him pull her leggings and panties down—it didn’t rise to the level of using peppermint lube on the plug for her first time. He spread the regular lube over it, looking at her tight little hole. His cock hardened at the thought of that petite ring of muscle all but strangling his cock as he pressed into her in the future.
Teasing the plug against the tight ring of muscle, he inserted the tip and watched her dark rosette fight to keep him out, but it wouldn’t win… he would—he would win everything. He twisted the handle, wedging the tip in and gently pushing, drawing it back before pushing it back in. He repeated the action over and over until finally it was seated. There, that ought to give her something to think about.
The inky darkness which had shrouded her began to recede. Her eyes fluttered open as consciousness returned, and she woke. At first, Sage was frightened. Someone had tried to kill her—not someone, William Shackelford. Why? The fear retreated as she realized she was safe in her bed at the Savoy. What had happened? How had she gotten here? She reached for her throat.
“There shouldn’t be any scarring, if that’s what worries you,” a cultured British voice said—deep, decidedly male, seductive, and posh. “Although that should be the least of your concerns. How are you feeling? Are you all right?”
Sage glanced around her surroundings, her eyes fixing on the tall, muscular man who stood looking at her like some dark guardian angel. He was gorgeous. Even standing still, there was an energy about him that made him look like a large predatory beast, ready to strike at any minute. He wasn’t just tall, but brawny with not an ounce of fat—all lean muscle and sinew. The question about what it might feel like to be trapped beneath him flitted across her mind. Sage could feel desire begin to pool between her legs.
Who was he?
She was back in her hotel room at the Savoy, that much was apparent. Whoever the gorgeous hunk was, he looked perfectly at ease. It was still dark out. What was he doing in her room?
“Wh-Who are you? Wh-What are you doing in my room?”
“That’s not how this works, little girl,” he rumbled. She noticed his lips had a decidedly sensual shape. “I’m the one who did the rescuing, the one who asks the questions. I asked how you were feeling and if you were all right.”
As Sage became more awake, her current circumstances were revealed in greater detail. She was in her room at the Savoy with a man she didn’t know but who felt oddly familiar. Someone… William had tried to kill her after she had allowed him to feel her up and strip her leggings and panties down around her knees. The thought of having been found like that caused her to blush, which led her to her next revelation.
She was naked, and he seemed well aware that she was. The dampness she could feel gathering at the entrance to her core was accompanied by her nipples tightening and becoming uncomfortably stiff, and it felt like there was something stuck up her bum. She started to reach around to feel for the offending object.
“Ah, ah, little girl, leave that alone. You’ve been very naughty, and naughty little girls sometimes have reminders to behave put up their bottom hole.”
“What the fuck? Who do you think you are?” Sage snapped, outraged.
“That’s enough, Sage. I must say, for such an intelligent and articulate author, you do use the most vulgar language. That really needs to end.”
Sage rolled to the other side of the bed and onto her hip, facing away from him, and again stretched her hand back around to remove the butt plug. The more awake she became, the more uncomfortable it was. He moved silently, but the crack that resounded as his hand connected with her bare bottom was as clearly audible as her yowled response.
“I told you to leave that alone. The plug stays where it is
