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  An hour later, I walked into what I assumed was a parlor with Regina. While she'd been nice and helped me dress, she'd been fairly quiet. I hadn't wanted to press her with questions about Miss Carter for fear that she would think something amiss, but I just asked after if her employer was fair. She nodded her head but kept her lips pinched closed. Perhaps the silence was telling in itself.

  As I entered the room, I felt exposed. If I tugged on the top of my corset, the petticoat would only ride higher up my legs. If I tugged the petticoat down, I was sure my breasts would pop free. There was nothing I could do but tolerate the indecency of the outfit. I thought of the night I was forced to wear just the sheet and it eased my concerns a bit. Of course, the result of that night was a hasty wedding. I could not fathom what this night would bring. As several men had their eyes, very keen and interested eyes, on me, I could now clearly see Wiley's concern. It was one thing for him to come into a brothel and talk with a woman. He could feign disinterest and leave. I, on the other hand, could not.

  A tall, thin man with a mustache approached but was cut off by Wiley. I exhaled a pent up breath and attempted to hide my relief at the sight of him. The others were no comparison; Wiley was the handsomest man in the room. He was also the biggest and with an intent expression on his face unlike the others. He would have me and I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought.

  "Hello. Do you like peppermint?" he asked.

  "I beg your pardon?" I asked, frowning. I had not expected such an odd question.

  "Hello, there. I'm Ruby. Aren't you a brawny one?" a woman said, wrapping her arm around Wiley's thick biceps.

  I tried to keep a bland expression, but it was hard.

  Ruby tilted her head in my direction. "She's new. Look at her, she's so new she doesn't know what she's doing."

  Wiley made a rumbling sound deep in his chest. "Mmm, I like that. I can show her just what she needs to do."

  Put out, Ruby replied, "If you come down a little later lacking satisfaction, you come see me, all right?"

  "Yes, ma'am," Wiley replied dutifully.

  "Now, where were we? Oh yes. Do you like peppermint?"

  I was completely taken aback. "Yes. Yes, I like peppermint."

  He pulled a stick from his shirt pocket and handed it to me.

  I shook my head. "No, thank you."

  "I insist." He held it out to me, his expression blank. I frowned, but took the preferred treat. "Tonight, I'd like to teach you something."

  Wiley looked around the room and signaled to a burly man by the door. He nodded back and then Wiley escorted me upstairs. "Which room is yours?" he asked. His voice was loud, clear and a complete act.

  I pointed down the hall. "This way."

  I opened the door and let him precede me in. It was very similar to Ethel's room at the brothel in Banning except this bed was smaller.

  Like in the hotel room, Wiley pressed me back against the closed door and began kissing along my neck. As he did so, he whispered, "I'm sure we are being watched. They will want to know of your abilities and whether to keep you."

  I stiffened in his hold. Where would people be to observe us? I couldn't look around and search and give ourselves away.

  "No, don't lose that stiff backbone now, sweetheart."

  I angled my head to the side so he could have better access.

  "I won't fuck you with an audience, and besides, you're too sore, but we'll have to give everyone a show. Will that make you hot, being watched?"

  I moaned at the idea. Knowing Wiley was here to take care of me, I had to let go, to let him do his job.

  I turned my head so I could kiss along his neck this time, my hands tangling in his hair. "Yes," I replied, my voice breathy. Anyone who was observing would think I liked his attentions, which was completely true. "A woman named Sheila runs the establishment."

  "Good. I'll track her down. Later. First though, trust me, sweetheart," he murmured, before he stepped back. My skin was overheated and my nipples were tight.

  "Where's that peppermint stick?" he asked.

  I held it in my hand, forgotten.

  "Suck it."

  The candy's flavor was like sweet ice against my tongue. I'd had a peppermint stick before from the mercantile owner in Zenith, but that had been years earlier. It made my mouth water and my lips and tongue tingle.

  Wiley sat down on the edge of the bed, toed off his shoes and began taking off his shirt as he spoke. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

  "Piper," I replied.

  "Well, Piper, how much is good cock suck?"

  His crude words had me pausing, then I pushed away from the wall. "Oh, um. A dollar."

  He pulled a coin from his pants and slapped it onto the table beside the bed.

  "Are you a virgin?" he asked.

  He knew the answer, but I knew this was all for show so I played along.

  "No."

  "But you're new."

  "Yes."

  "Ever had your pussy eaten out?"

  I flushed at the image in my mind; Wiley's head between my thighs, his large hands holding me still as his thumbs parted my pussy lips and he licked me. Everywhere. He even nibbled and sucked on the bundle of nerves he called my clit. I heated all over just thinking about the pleasure he'd wrought from my body with just his tongue. I nodded.

  "Ever sucked a cock before?"

  "No," I replied.

  "Good. I like knowing I'll be your first. I'm going to teach you how to suck my cock." He shucked his shirt to the floor and opened the front of his pants. "Pretend the candy's my cock. You're doing an excellent job at sucking on it. Take it out of your mouth and lick around the top. Good, like that."

  He grasped his erect cock at the base in his fist, sliding it up and down in a slow motion. Clearly he had no concern about being observed. I decided I would forget about anyone else and concentrate solely on Wiley. It wasn't a hard task, for the sight mesmerized me, the way he worked himself and knowing what felt good, but my inner walls clenched down in anticipation of being filled by such a beast. I wanted him to fuck me, but not here. Not now.

  "See how I'm running my fist up and down the base, take the candy into your mouth so it touches the back of your throat, then back out."

  I did as he said, almost transfixed by his words. "The candy is much narrower than my cock, but it will give you an idea of what it feels like to have something nudge that far in your mouth."

  When the hard stick touched the back of my throat, my eyes watered and I coughed, quickly pulling the candy out. "I...I can't," I sputtered.

  "Shh," he crooned. "Take it in not quite as far. See how far you can go before you have to pull back. You're such a good girl, I could come just watching you."

  I set a rhythm, learning how deep I could take the candy into my mouth before I instinctively wanted to expel it. I did it over and over, the tingly sweet taste coating my tongue.

  "Good, now set the stick down and get on your knees." He spread his knees wider making room for me. When I settled between his legs, his cock was only inches from my mouth. The broad head was plum colored and fluid seeped from the tip.

  "Lick it off, sweetheart."

  I did, the taste of him merging with the flavor of the candy.

  "Now lick around the head and take me deep. Just like that stick."

  Flicking my tongue out, I circled the flared head, then opened wide so it could fit into my mouth. His skin was hot, yet soft against my tongue. Hard, yet velvety in texture. Taking him deeper, he filled me up, my mouth stretched unbelievably wide.

  "The peppermint tingles my skin," he hissed as I felt his palm caress my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. With his hand still around the base, I began to move so he went in and out of my mouth, just as he'd directed with the candy. The treat had been hard and cool against my tongue but Wiley's cock warmed me and pulsed and grew within my mouth. I picked up his clean scent, the taste of him salty and sweet.

  He reached and tugged down the fro
nt of my corset so my breasts sprang free. His hands raked over the nipples until they tightened. I moaned around his cock at the feel of his hands on me, but I didn't stop.

  "You're so good at this, Piper. I'm going to come. You're making me come."

  I felt him thicken as he groaned, his body tense and rigid as I felt pulse after pulse of his seed against my tongue, coating it. The hand in my hair tightened until finally, his emissions ceased and he pulled me off of him.

  I tilted my chin up to see if he was pleased.

  "Swallow, sweetheart." He stroked my chin with his thumb and I did just that, taking his seed into my body just as he would if he filled my pussy. The flushed cheeks and sated gleam in his eye, made me feel powerful. I'd done this to him and I reveled in it. Knowing I could reduce such a strong man to his basest of instincts was heady and very arousing. I squirmed where I knelt, feeling the wetness his pleasure had brought about.

  Wiley exhaled loudly, then grinned. "Your turn, sweetheart."

  "But...but you only paid for me to suck your cock."

  There, I'd said the bold words, remembering our act, although my arousal was not pretend.

  He picked me up from beneath my arms and tossed me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing. "I'm a gentleman when it comes to fucking. You might be a whore, but you have needs, don't you?"

  "Oh yes," I sighed. I had needs and I wanted him to meet them so badly.

  "You are wearing far too many clothes." He undid the ribbon of my petticoat and it fell to the floor. I stood before him naked except for a corset with my breasts exposed above the lacy edge. Wiley still remained in just his pants, but his cock thrust from the opening as if he hadn't just come.

  "What do you plan to do?" I asked. The wicked gleam in his eye had me curious, not fearful. He might be dangerous or even hard in his role as bounty hunter, but as a husband, he was very attentive and extremely thorough. As a customer in a brothel, he was very hot.

  He crawled up onto the bed with me like a predator hunting its prey. "I paid for a cock suck, but that doesn't mean I can't play. I've taken your mouth. Has anyone taken your ass?"

  I frowned, confused. "I...I don't understand."

  "Oh good. You have a virgin ass."

  "Virgin ass?" I squeaked. "That will, I mean, I'm sure I should charge more money."

  "I'm just going to play tonight. I'll have to come back and play some more. Would you like that?"

  I looked up into his dark eyes and nodded.

  "Then save that ass for me, for my cock, all right?" He pulled out another coin and placed it on the table. "There. Now I want to play." Wiley positioned himself between my legs, spreading them wide, then sliding his fingers up the insides of my thighs so that he touched my pussy, running over my slick folds. "So wet, sweetheart."

  His voice sounded almost reverent, as if the state of my arousal was an indication on the status of our marriage. Perhaps it was, for I was quite pleased with my husband at the moment, especially when he slipped one finger very slightly into my pussy, only far enough to run over that specific spot that had me dripping and writhing for him. But when he slipped his other hand lower and touched my back entrance, my perspective changed entirely.

  "You can't mean—"

  "Oh yes. I'm not going to take you there tonight, for I'm too big and you are much too tight. For now though, I'll just play—and make you come. Remember, I paid to fuck this ass first."

  His finger brushed ever so lightly over that forbidden spot and I imagined him to possibly be correct, for the feelings just the slightest touch of his finger elicited heated my skin and softened all of my limbs. It was intense and decadent and dark.

  "Is this something people really do?" I asked, unclear about this illicit act.

  "Oh yes. And as my little whore, you're going to love it."

  He seemed so confident, so sure that what he was doing would be something I found pleasurable. Based on the brief touch of his finger, it was possible I might, but having his entire digit deep within me sounded painful. And his cock? I had no concept of how he would fit. It was so snug when he fucked my pussy, but my back entrance? I was doubtful.

  "Take a deep breath, sweetheart. Relax."

  "It's hard to relax when you have a finger that wants into your ass," I grumbled.

  He paused, tossed his head back and laughed, rich and deep. "Oh, a whore who has a sense of humor. Don't taunt me, sweetheart, for most men would take you now, whether you were prepared or not. I like my woman willing and pliant."

  Another chink of that wall broke and my willpower to fight him in this most unusual of attentions ceased. I sighed into the quilt and let all of my muscles relax. I had to trust that he would take care of me, especially in this most unusual of places.

  As soon as I gave up all resistance, his finger pushed past the ring of muscle that had been resisting his entry to fill me to the first knuckle. I groaned; I couldn't help the almost feral sound that escaped my lips. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, anything Wiley had wrought from my body. It was jangly and intense and...odd, but while the stretching burned slightly, the feel was unlike anything I'd ever imagined. The combination of his fingers in both of my holes was too much, too powerful, too intense. I came, my entire body tightening like a bow, my inner walls clenching down on both of his digits. It seemed, all of a sudden, that just the very tips of his fingers weren't enough. My body wanted more, wanted to be filled completely, not just my pussy but my ass as well.

  "Good girl," he said. "You are so beautiful when you come. Your nipples are pink little tips that I want to suck. Your ass is so tight it's all but strangling my finger. I'll come back and fuck this ass and you're going to love it. I promise. You're still coming? Such a good little whore."

  His words continued, some offering praise, some vowing further carnal delights. Words such as whore, reminding me that we were in a brothel. We were playacting, but only a little, for I wasn't faking anything and I had a feeling neither was Wiley.

  WILEY

  "Sweetheart, you were better than I was expecting. I think I need to find out how much you cost for the night." I pulled on my clothes, ready to go and find Miss Carter. If she really did run the establishment, then she'd be the one collecting the money.

  Piper tugged at the blanket to cover herself as she watched me. "All night?"

  I looked at her over my shoulder and grinned. She had the well-fucked look about her and I couldn't help but feel powerful knowing I made her look that way. "Seems you're more of a virgin than I thought. I think it'll be fun to leave my mark in more than one place. Get dressed," I added.

  She frowned. "I thought you just said you wanted me for the night."

  "I'm not leaving you here all alone, sweetheart. Some other man might lay claim and I'm not done with you."

  It was clear my meaning, for she gave up on her modesty in exchange for leaving. It took longer for her to dress and I became impatient, not even letting her finish the buttons up the front of her dress before I tugged her out into the hall.

  At the top of the stairs a whore was leading a man by the hand, most likely toward her room.

  "Where can I find the owner?"

  She frowned, but pointed. "Down the stairs and her office is toward the back."

  I didn't delay, just grasped Piper's hand in mine and made my way there. Glancing down at Piper, I offered her a small smile as I squeezed her hand in reassurance before I knocked on the door.

  A woman called for us to enter.

  She was older than I thought, perhaps in her thirties, definitely older than Kevin Sinclair. If she'd been involved in the recent stage robbery, then she'd enlisted new men to help her, clearly using her charms to do so, and she wasn't lacking in them. She was actually quite beautiful. She had blonde hair in perfect ringlets artfully styled. Her dress was a pale blue silk with a bright sheen to it. Her breasts were ample and on full display above the low cut of her bodice. In the past I might have even taken a tumble upstairs
with her.

  "I'm interested in paying for this little lady for the night."

  "She's a good cock sucker then?" Her perfectly curved brow arched. She had been watching.

  "Very. But it sounds as if you already know that."

  She turned to her desk, opened a drawer and turned back, a gun in hand.

  "Yes, Mr. Easton. I know many things."

  I felt Piper's tight grip on my arm as I shoved her behind me.

  "Miss Carter, I presume?"

  She offered a tight smile, which was all the confirmation I needed.

  I felt like we were in a showdown, for this was a fight I had to win. She'd killed my father and robbed several stages and a train. She hadn't done it alone, but she was guilty. I wanted justice for my father and having her behind bars, or even swinging by a rope around her neck, would do it nicely. It would be sweet justice to see her dead.

  "I heard there was a bounty hunter in town and it is quite the coincidence you took such a fancy to my new girl. Your use of your employees is quite ingenious, especially one related to Kevin Sinclair. Piper's such an unusual name. You should remember whores don't use their real names."

  "You can't get out of here," I told her.

  She looked at me in mock horror, and then laughed. "Oh really? I believe I'm the one holding the gun."

  The door opened and the man from the parlor entered. He was clearly the muscle of the place for he was built like a whiskey barrel and had no neck. A scar ran down his left cheek, and I doubted he knew how to smile.

  "Kill him, but not here," she told the man.

  "No!" Piper shouted, pulling me back away from the man. She was not helping one bit. The man approached but I fought him. It was hard to block his punches with Piper behind me.

  "You, you're coming with me. The Sinclairs have been useful in the past and I have no doubt you'll be even more...motivated than your brother." Miss Carter shifted her weapon to aim at Piper. What she planned for her wasn't mentioned, but I could only imagine. Kevin Sinclair, like most men, were led around by their dick, which made them only so helpful to a woman like Miss Carter. Piper, on the other hand, wouldn't offer such challenges and would be easier to handle. I was distracted by the gun, and using my body to shield her as best I could, when the man caught me with a wild punch.