Page 17 of Right Number, Wrong Man

HAILEY

It takes a few minutes to remotely connect the toy to Jax’s phone. Suddenly, the plug starts vibrating violently, almost jumping off my palm, and I have to wrangle it with both hands.

I’ve never been happier that Mike wanted a car with tinted windows. What would people think if they saw me playing with a butt plug in broad daylight?

Jax

Did it work?

Me

That thing gave me a jumpscare! But yes, it worked. Can I go home now?

Jax

You’re not getting away that easily. Take the plug and the lube and head over to the public bathroom in the bus station across the road.

Me

No. Way. You’re insane.

Jax

This ain’t a request, Sugar.

Me

Make me, Texan-Brat-Tamer.

Jax

If you gave me lip like this in real life, I’d fuck your bratty mouth until tears stream down your pretty face.

But what am I saying? I reckon you’d never meet me, anyway. You’d be too scared. Hell, you’re already afraid of getting caught with the plug.

I slap the steering wheel. God, I’m starting to hate this guy! Even through text I can tell how smug he is, taunting me like that.

Me

I’m not scared.

Jax

All hat and no cattle, as we say in Texas. If you ain’t scared, prove it.

Huffing, I stuff the toy and the mini lube in my bag and leave the car. Fuck Jax and his overbearing, snarky attitude. I’m spontaneous and wild and sexy. I can do this.

Anxious lust already overpowers my anger while I’m waiting at the crosswalk. The closer I get to the bus station, the wetter my pussy gets, and I slide my thighs together with each step.

I skulk through the crowded lobby past lines of people waiting to buy bus tickets. Chatter echoes through the space, but my pulse drowns it out like a drum pounding in my head.

I step into the ladies’ room, and my heart drops into my stomach. A heavy scent of bleach hangs in the air and everything looks clean, but it’s crowded. Three women stand at the sinks, washing their hands and refreshing their makeup. Four of the five stalls are occupied.

I’m supposed to put that plug up my ass in here? If I make the tiniest sound, everybody will know what I’m doing.

Chickening out would prove Jax right. He’d never let me hear the end of it, and I can’t help but wonder if this is a test for me—one I stupidly and desperately want to pass.

I go into the last free stall by the wall and lock the door before I text Jax.

Me

You’ll be paying my bail if I get arrested for public indecency. “That ain’t a request.” Just fyi, that’s sarcasm. I’m mocking you.

Jax

If you don’t keep that attitude in check, I’ll show you what a real punishment is. Don’t make me visit you to teach you a lesson in obedience.

A bolt of lust shoots through my center. Surely, he wouldn’t travel up here because I’m being a brat? Or does that mean if I keep antagonizing him, he’ll come find me and?—

Bad kitty ! I scold myself internally, looking at my crotch.

I need to think with my head, not with my pussy. Of all the dumbest—and hottest—ways to get murdered, meeting a sadistic stranger for sex is right at the top of the list .

My phone vibrates with another message.

Jax

Rub your clit for me. I know it’s already throbbing for attention. My greedy girl needs an orgasm, don’t you? I want to watch you getting right to the brink.

How does he switch from irritating asshole to sexy asshole in the blink of an eye? Must be dark magic. Or Jax might be the actual devil. Then it would make sense how he appeared in my life out of nowhere to lead me down a path of depraved seduction.

After a moment to figure out the logistics, I hang my bag on the hook on the door, close the toilet lid with some tissue paper, and prop one foot on top.

With my skirt tied up around my hips, I angle the camera for a close up of my glistening pussy.

The position is a bit awkward, but it’ll have to do.

I hit record.

A moan dies in my throat as I drag a finger along my seam, gathering my wetness on the tip.

I run fast, hard circles over my clit. My nipples pebble into sensitive points and my dress rubbing against them scatters sparks beneath my skin.

A cough comes from the next stall, and a shiver of desire racks my body, nearly tipping me over the edge.

Knowing one wrong sound or one wrong move could give me away is the ultimate thrill.

My legs shake when I send the video to Jax and wait.

Jax

Fuck, you’re so wet. I’d give anything to run my tongue over your swollen pussy lips and lick up every drop of your sweetness… I be t you taste delicious.

Heat trickles along my spine. Mike never went down on me after the one time on Halloween.

Memories cloud my thoughts, merging with fantasies of my anonymous Dom. In my head, I’m back in that guest house on Halloween but it’s Jax kneeling between my legs, his mask pushed up just enough to clamp his lips around my clit.

Jax

Are you close?

Me

Yes I’m close!

In my head, I add a spiteful idiot to the end of my text. Even without it, Jax can read my mood as if he’s known me all my life.

Jax

Mind your tone. Put some lube on the plug and then film yourself stretching your tight virgin ass with it.

I wait for another message like, Haha, kidding! But nope. He means it. Jax wants me to take my own anal virginity in a toilet stall at the bus station.

Jax

I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt a bit. But you like some pain with your pleasure, don’t you? Tell me the truth.

Me

I like when it hurts, Daddy.

My stomach flutters. I worry he’ll judge me the way Mike did, but his response is nothing like my dead husband.

Jax

You’re my perfect little painslut. We gotta train your ass so you’re ready to take my thick cock when I visit you.

His possessiveness and the prospect of a real meeting have my head spinning. This is bizarre. All of it. His demands. His threat—or is it a promise?—to visit me and fuck my ass.

I won’t tell him, but I’m a little scared. Scared and tremendously aroused.

Scaroused, so to speak.

This whole situation is more than I bargained for. I feel like a cheap whore pleasuring myself in a public bathroom. It’s endlessly humiliating and undeniably sexy.

My empty cunt clenches, but with Jax, an orgasm is a reward I have to earn by being his good girl. I want to show him that I’m worthy of being his submissive.

I take out the lube and the plug before I lay my bag on the toilet lid and my phone on top, pointing the camera upward. After a few tries, I get the angle right. I’ll need both hands for the next part.

I squirt a dollop of raspberry lube on my fingers. It smells delicious, but shivers break over my skin when I spread it around my asshole. It’s cold at first, warming up quickly to my body temperature.

I slather the plug in a generous layer of lube, too. My stomach pulls tight as I admire the size. It’s smooth and not impossibly big, but the middle is thick.

I put one foot on the toilet lid, careful not to disturb my unstable filming setup. If we do this more often, I should buy a portable tripod. My hand trembles as I press record and look at the image on the screen.

Between my spread legs shines my glistening pussy. I watch it pulse as I pull my butt cheeks apart with one hand, the other bringing the plug to my tightly clenched rear entrance.

I push the elongated tip against my asshole.

It feels like ice as it slips inside and I shudder at the new sensation. The stretch isn’t that bad, yet. It’s pretty nice, actually. I hold back a moan as I twist the plug in deeper, but my breath catches at a searing pain.

I pause. Okay, I just have to take it slow. But that’s easier said than done with toilets flushing and women chattering, reminding me how risky this is.

I try again. My inner muscles clench as the plug splits my asshole, but despite the burn my clit throbs harder.

As my gaze flicks to the phone, a shot of terror coils through me.

It’s not even halfway in!

My cheeks flame as I see my ass straining around the silver plug. I didn’t think that tiny hole could stretch so wide, but it’s still not enough.

Gritting my teeth, I drive the plug further inside. A muffled groan dies in my throat when the thickest part slips past my rim and my ass swallows the toy. Dizzy, I admire myself on the screen.

Damn, that looks sexy.

My asshole puckers tightly around the stem of the plug, the flat base shining in the light. I still can’t believe I managed to fit that thing inside me.

Moments after I send the clip to Jax, the plug starts vibrating.

I cry out faster than I can slap a hand across my mouth and the conversations by the sink stop before a knock rattles my stall door.

“Are you alright in there?” a concerned voice asks.

No, I want to drown myself in toilet water.