Before the waves of her orgasm had come to a stop, he ramped her up again, this time with the nubby vibrator that he laid along her open and quivering pussy. She came again and more strong spasms coursed through her body. He gave her a few minutes to come down while he continued to play gently with her drenched pussy. “How are you doing, subbie?”
“Sir, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“We’re not done yet, baby. I think you have at least a couple more in there for me.” He slipped the vibrator into her still-quaking pussy and flicked the control to low. Then he gave her two light smacks, just to enjoy the jiggle of her butt. It was the first thing he had noticed about her—the jiggle and how spankable her ass was. Of course, he was smart enough to keep that sentiment to himself.
He had been right. She had two more slightly-less-intense orgasms before she drifted into the never-never land of subspace. He unfastened her bindings, picked her up, and sank onto the chaise with her cradled in his arms. Her weight across his lap was torture for his painfully erect cock and rock-hard balls. He knew his dick was all but weeping, but he’d have to wait for his own release. He wrapped Pansy in a black fleece throw with the Black Dahlia logo in gold and cuddled her close. “You did great for your first time, baby. Just great.”
* * * *
Pansy woke up in Billie’s arms. What the hell had happened to her? She was still kind of muzzy and her arms and legs didn’t seem to want to work properly. She had never had such an intense experience in her life. Billie had been relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. This powerful emotional connection was definitely appealing. It had been more than she expected. She wondered when he was going to make love to her. She hoped it would be soon. She wanted to give him pleasure as well.
“Hey, baby. How are you feeling? Coming around?” He handed her a bottle of water.
“I think so. What happened?” She was beginning to understand why the self-possessed and successful women she had met in the lifestyle loved this so much. She had never come like that in her life.
“I think you hit sub space on your first time out. That’s pretty amazing. Some people never get there.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yeah. It’s very good. It’s when your body is so overwhelmed by pleasure that you zone out for a while.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’m afraid to ask what you thought.”
“I don’t know. I’m still processing, but I think I liked it—maybe even the spanking. I didn’t expect that.”
“We’re not finished here yet, but do you think you would want to do it again?” Pansy could see the concern in his eyes. She turned in his arms and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Yeah. I think I would.” She grinned up at him. “Am I a sub now?”
“Yeah, baby. You’re a sub.”
* * * *
Billie stood up from the chaise and lifted her into his arms. He looked into her deep hazel eyes. The golden highlights were mesmerizing. He could feel her pulse quickening. He felt an unexpected thrill in his belly when he knew she needed him. He walked over to the opulent bed and laid her down in the center of the silk cover.
“Spread your legs, subbie.” His deep Dom voice brought immediate compliance, and he watched her pussy clench. He kissed his way down and took her clit between his teeth and bit down gently. Her body was so primed that another orgasm rippled through her muscles. She looked up at him in surprise. “It’s okay, Pansy. You’re fine, baby.” At his reassurance, she relaxed and let the waves of pleasure roll through her body.
He kissed his way back up her body until he came down on top of her. He plunged his hard cock into her hot pussy up to his balls and gasped. Her hot, wet heat enveloped him, and he was lost. He started to move with short, slow strokes. When she rose to meet him, he began the hard, fast strokes that took them both over the edge again. Waves of excruciating pleasure bowed his body. When the roaring in his ears ceased, he collapsed on top of her. “Are you okay, Pansy? Am I too heavy?”
“No, Sir. You’re just perfect.”
Chapter Eight
In the Hawk-Buxton Suite at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Valentine’s day, Sunday morning, February 14, 2016
Billie rolled over and spooned Pansy tight up against his chest. He gently bit the back of her neck and then licked the small red spot. “I wanted to mark you as mine, subbie. Happy Valentine’s Day.” His fingers found their way to her damp center, and he began to stroke her labia and then lightly pinch her clit.
She moaned and then said, “Oh, Billie. I had forgotten that was today. I have a card for you in my tote.”
“You can get up and get it later. Right now…” He nestled his morning hard-on against her butt, pulled one of her legs up, and easily slid into her warm, wet pussy. He went still.
She sighed. “Don’t tease me, Billie Crockett.”
“Hmmm. Do you want your present now, or do you want me to fuck you?”
“No contest. Fuck me, please, and then present.” His woman didn’t have to ask Billie Crockett twice. He got busy sliding in and out of her tight, hot cavern. When she was almost there, he flipped her over and came down on top of her. He captured her hands above her head and spread her legs wide with his powerful thighs. He rammed back into her slick pussy.
“I love your nice, round butt, but I wanted to look into your beautiful eyes this morning.” He ramped up his strokes until he was pounding between her thighs. The pupils of her eyes had narrowed down to black specks, and the yellow that seemed to predominate when she was aroused glowed in the morning sunlight spilling in through the open balcony doors. “I love you, Pansy Nicholas. I thought now would be the right time to tell you.”
Pansy seemed incapable of speech for a moment as the climactic moment was fast approaching. “Not fair to tell me that when I can barely think, Billie.” She threw her head back and growled like a big cat as the spasms of her climax took over.
Billie watched in fascination and then followed her into a powerful orgasm that shook him to his foundation. He really did love her. He probably had for quite a while, but their constant sniping and bickering had slowed down the progress of their relationship. While he loved a challenge, Pansy could be daunting. He laughed to himself. She was no match for Billie Capriccio aka Crockett. She just didn’t know it yet.
* * * *
Pansy was gasping. Her body was still tingling from that splendid morning fuck. Billie Crockett certainly brought out the best in her, or maybe he brought out the sexiest. She had never felt this way, or enjoyed a man more than she did Billie. He just hit all the right notes—no pun intended. As they lay there with Billie sprawled on top of her like a beached whale, she wondered what the present was that he had gotten her.
Pansy was also still consumed by the mystery of how Billie had gotten Louie Capriccio to back off. It had to be something out of the ordinary. The Capriccio organization was one of the most powerful crime syndicates on the East Coast, although they were very rarely heard of on the news or in the papers. The members were almost never charged with a crime and never convicted.
Billie had promised to tell her when he was ready, but so far he had not come through. She knew her curiosity often got the better of her, but she was trying to be patient and let him tell her in his own way and time. It wasn’t easy. A curious Pansy was like a cat. She plotted and then sprang. Billie had better come through soon.
They got their collective breaths back and Billie said, “Are you ready for your present?”
She rolled him off her and sat up. “Absolutely. Hurry up. I love presents.”
“Patience, subbie. If I wasn’t so wrung out right now, I’d make you wait just on general Dom principles.” He smiled at her, rolled over, and reached into the drawer of the bedside table. He brought out a box wrapped in silver paper with a green bow on top. Hmmm, this looks promising. It’s not a vacuum cleaner or an iron, at least. She giggled at that thought. Billie held it just out of her reach as she was st
arting to bounce up and down like a kid on Christmas. “Settle down, Pansy. I have something to say first.”
“Okay.” She had to really make an effort to control the excitement vibrating through her body. “What did you want to tell me?”
He sighed. “We are going to have to work on that ‘obedience and patience’ thing, baby.” Then he smiled that full-out Billie Crockett smile that got fans screaming and throwing their underwear at the stage. God, he was gorgeous, long-limbed with great abs and muscular arms, and she just itched to run her fingers through that unruly mop of dark curls. “This is a Valentine’s Day present, but I was hoping it could also be your day collar, subbie—the physical symbol of our D/s relationship. I know it’s a little early for a formal collar, but I wanted something that you could wear all the time to remind you that you’re mine.”
“Billie. I don’t know what to say. I won’t say I wasn’t expecting a nice present, but I wasn’t expecting a collar.”
“Does that mean you don’t want one? I’m not going to pressure you. We don’t have to rush into anything. Maybe we should wait.”
She reached for the box, but he continued to hold it out of her reach. “Yes, I want it. Now hand it over or suffer the consequences.” She giggled. “I guess I’m not supposed to say that to my Dom. We’ll have to discuss exactly what that means and what you expect and want from me.”
“You can say whatever you need or want to say to me, Pansy, any time. Just remember to keep it respectful, and we won’t have a problem. Communication is key. But that should be a rule in any relationship, don’t you think—respectful communication between partners?”
“Yes, of course. Present please, Sir.” He laughed as she tried to reach for the box. “Please.”
“Okay. And we will talk about the collar issue later. You’re very new to this, but I’ve been waiting to get you under my command since the first time I saw you. We’ll wait a while and see if we want to do a formal collaring ceremony at Le Club with a party and all.”
He handed her the box, and she tore into the paper with gusto. When she held the pretty sage-green package with “Judith Ripka” in gold across the top in her hand, she eagerly opened the box. Pansy had stood with her nose pressed to the glass of the elegant jewelry store on Madison Avenue many times, but funds needed to be invested in Pansy’s Frocks before buying expensive jewelry. She took out the velvet bag and fished out the contents—a white-and-yellow-gold link necklace with a diamond heart pendant dangling from the clasp. The links were small and every other one was trimmed with small diamonds set in the shape of hearts. Yikes. This diamond-and-gold piece cost a freaking fortune. This was a serious piece of jewelry. Pansy was thrilled, but it really was too expensive of a gift, even for an almost-rock-star. “Billie, this is gorgeous, but I think it’s too expensive,” she said tentatively.
“It’s what I want my sub to be wearing. No arguments. I can afford it.”
“Are you sure?”
He laughed. “Rock star here, kiddo. Don’t worry about it. Let me put it on.” He took the necklace from her hand, turned her around, and clasped it around her neck. She immediately bounced off the bed and rushed to look in the mirror over the dresser.
“Oh, Billie. It’s gorgeous. I love it. How did you know I’ve wanted a Judith Ripka piece anyway?”
“Oh, a little birdie sang me a song.”
“She would.” Pansy bounced back onto the bed and crushed her lips against his laughing mouth. The kiss got serious and deep very quickly.
* * * *
Billie loved to have an armful of the beautiful Pansy Nicholas. Her sleek but curvy figure rang his chimes, no question about it. But it was her delight in small things that touched his heart—not that the necklace was a small thing. Judith Ripka had promised that it would be just the right sentimental piece to memorialize their understanding. He’d told her he would be back for an engagement ring at some time in the future.
He’d said the “L” word today. Pansy hadn’t said she loved him back, but the timing of his statement had not been optimum. She had been about to come at the moment, after all. Maybe they should revisit that moment again later, but right now...He pushed her back and rolled her over.
Billie looked into her eyes and saw that she was more than ready for round two. He reached into the bedside table and snagged a condom from the box in the drawer, which he quickly donned. He pulled himself up and over her. His hard, aching cock was poised at the entrance to her wet pussy. He lay down between her spread thighs and slid into heaven. He felt her open and take him all the way in. Her surrender was sweet and he felt the quickening of her pulse as she wrapped her legs and arms around him.
He couldn’t wait any longer, and he began the long, slow, deep strokes he knew would drive them both mad. She met his every thrust as she tried to hurry him along. “This is going to be slow and easy, baby, until neither of us can stand it another second, and then I’m going to go hard and fast.”
“Skip to the hard and fast, Billie. We can do slow and easy later.”
He kissed her hard, and she raised her hips in invitation. Then he got busy. He plunged his hard shaft into her soft, wet warmth until he felt her blast over the edge, and then he followed her with a grunt several hard, grinding strokes later. He collapsed over her chest. He could still feel the orgasm rolling through her body. He had to rest and get his breath for a minute, but he didn’t want to smother her. “Baby? Are you okay?”
“Oh, Billie. I’m more than okay.”
He rolled off her, disposed of the condom, and pulled her into his arms. He looked into her eyes and he smiled. He liked the satisfied and contented look on her face. He liked the sense of ease he felt in his own heart. He hadn’t felt the easy, right feeling he had with Pansy in a long time, if ever. The rock star life left a lot to be desired, and he was ready to be done with the easy and fast sex. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t think this was the right time for that discussion. He knew in his heart that Pansy was the one. They both drifted back to sleep.
When they woke again he said, “So do you want to go down for breakfast or order and eat on the balcony?”
“I’d like to go down and see everyone and show Melodie my necklace. Then we can decide what to do for the day.”
* * * *
After breakfast the entire party headed to the pool. Pansy and Billie and Melodie and Logan were stretched out on side by side wide, blue lounges. The girls had Vogue, Harpers, and Cosmopolitan magazines and e-readers while the guys had copies of Rolling Stone, Entertainment Weekly, and Billboard. They were comfortably settled in when Billie tugged Pansy to her feet. “Let’s try the lazy river. That looks like fun. Maybe I can get lucky under one of those waterfalls.”
Pansy laughed. “Not likely, buddy. That is entirely too public for me.”
“How would you feel about a trip to the public dungeon upstairs this afternoon? We haven’t tried that yet, and I’d like you to experience it at least once.”
“I don’t know, Billie. We could try it, but I might feel too exposed.”
“We’ll go up after lunch, but I’ll reserve a theme room as well. That way if it gets to be too much for you, we can adjourn to a private venue.”
“You are so sweet. That would be perfect.”
“I don’t know about sweet, babe. I’m doing my best to get you naked in a dungeon.”
After lunch, Pansy and Billie returned to the suite to shower and change into dungeon clothes. They took the scenic elevator up to the tenth floor, scanned their Black Dahlia I.D. bracelets, and entered the dungeon. Pansy’s eyes popped wide open when Billie ushered her into the dungeon. She had been through it the other night, but she had been too excited to pay much attention at the time. The club section of the dungeon was dotted with comfortable leather couches and chairs, and the deep blood-red and dark blue décor was opulent. The beautifully finished hardwood floors gleamed. The lights over the play stations highlighted the forbidding BDSM equipment. Pansy
had been awestruck when Billie came out of the bathroom after changing into the typical Dom getup of tight black leather pants tucked into high black boots. He wore a black leather vest over his naked chest. She wore sandals and a short denim skirt and low-cut tank top without underwear. Her wardrobe did not yet contain any of the exotic BDSM wear she had seen the subs at The Black Dahlia wearing.
Billie kissed down the side of her neck and then whispered into her ear, “I think we should just watch for a while and see what everyone else is doing before we snag a station.” She nodded. That sounded good to her. She was not anxious to jump right in. While she and Billie had had the one scene in the theme room, this was a whole different kettle of fish. There were a variety of BDSM scenes being enacted around the room. The dungeon was not as crowded as it had been the other night, but there was still a lot of activity even though it was midafternoon. They settled onto a couch that had a good view and just watched. Pansy was cuddled up against his side right where she wanted to be. There were subs being paddled, flogged, and caned on spanking benches, and one whipping scene on a St. Andrew’s Cross. That appeared to be the most intense activity. Pansy could feel her anxiety level rising. Could she do this in a public space? She wasn’t sure. She did know that if she was uncomfortable she only had to tell Billie.
* * * *
Billie knew that his hard-on was going to burst through his leathers if he didn’t get relief soon. Watching the scenes around the room and imagining Pansy in the place of the other subs had put him in a precarious position. He desperately wanted to get her opulent body spread across one of the vacant spanking benches, paddle her delicious butt, and then bury himself in her hot core. He did not think she was ready for a display of public intercourse. He did want her to experience a true D/s scene in the dungeon, however. And then he knew what he wanted her to do.
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