His Deal

by Rebel Rose

  “Don’t tell me that shit, man. Just makes me want to fuck her even more.”

  “Well, you can forget it.” The girl is mine.

  5

  Emma Lia Grant

  “Ray has outdone himself again. This French toast is amazing.”

  Tristan grins behind his coffee cup as I stuff another bite into my mouth. “What? Why are you smiling?”

  His chuckle is deep and throaty. “You enjoy food.”

  “I enjoy good food. There’s a difference.”

  “My subs don’t usually eat much. They watch their weight.”

  I don’t know what his other subs look like, but Claudia is on the anorexic-looking side in my opinion. “You like skinny girls.” Statement. Not question.

  I am not skinny, but he seems to like me just fine.

  “I thought that I did.”

  I thought that I did. What the hell is that supposed to mean? “You need to clarify what you’re trying to say.”

  “You have curves. I love the way they look, both in and out of clothes, and I love the way they feel when I glide my hands over your body. Gives me something to hold onto. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “You like my hips and booty, don’t you?” I have a great ass, and I don’t even have to work for it. It’s the one thing that I can thank my mom for.

  “I fucking love your booty. And I’d love it even more if you’d hurry up and let me get in that thang.”

  It always comes back to that with him. “Sorry, Broussard. No can do.”

  “I’m going to get my cock in it sooner or later, bebelle. You’ll see.”

  “No can do, muchacho, especially not after seeing what your friend did to Claudia.”

  Lines form on Tristan’s forehead, and he shakes his head. “I really wish that he hadn’t done that in front of you.”

  “I really wish that he hadn’t either. I can’t get it out of my head.”

  Tristan quickly looks at me. “You can’t get Easton out of your head?”

  “That’s not what I said.”

  “Do you think he’s hot?”

  Wow. Tristan sounds like a jealous high school boyfriend. I shrug. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”

  “Well, think about it. Do you think that Easton is hot?”

  The guy was good-looking, and his body was ripped. I would definitely take a second look at him if I saw him out in public. Unless Tristan was there—he’d definitely be the one that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. “Yeah, your friend is hot.”

  “Do you want to fuck him?”

  What the hell kind of question is that? “God, no.”

  “He wants to fuck you.”

  Am I imagining that Tristan sounds angry about that? “Your friend told you that?”

  Tristan nods. “We worked out together this morning, and he asked me to share you with him.”

  Is that how the lifestyle is? You just go around sharing sex partners? “I hope you told him that you’d never share me with him.”

  A smile spreads on Tristan’s face. “I told him no.”

  “Good. Because that shit ain’t happening with me.” One Dom is more than plenty for me.

  “You don’t have to worry. I will never share you with another. You’re mine, bebelle. Only mine.”

  I am his… but only until I pull that key. And then I’m out of here.

  “Will you be home at the usual time?”

  “Planning to be unless something unexpected happens. Why?”

  “I was thinking that I’d go to my condo today and then go by to see my family and Avery. Unless you need me to be here.”

  “I think today would be fine.”

  I don’t have my car. I guess it’s still sitting in the parking garage at the casino in Biloxi. Unless it’s been towed. “What about transportation?”

  “You can take the Bentley.”

  Holy shit. “Are you serious?”

  He chuckles. “Why wouldn’t I be serious?”

  “Umm… because it’s a Bentley.”

  “It’s a car, and you have a license to drive. It’s not a big deal.”

  Not a big deal, my ass. “I’ve seen what happens when I owe you a hundred grand. That car cost a quarter of a million dollars. What will you do to me if something happens to it?”

  His mouth stretches into a naughty grin. “I think you know exactly what I’ll do to you. And I’ll enjoy every second.”

  This man is obsessed. “You just won’t take no for an answer, will you?”

  “Taking no for an answer means that I don’t get what I want. Why do that when I can be persistent and eventually get my cock in your ass?”

  “Enough already with your anal obsession.”

  “Let me do it once, and it’ll become your obsession too.”

  I highly doubt that. “Talk about something else, please.”

  “Your visit to see your family. I want you to be home by six.” He sounds like a father giving a curfew to his daughter.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “I don’t mind hearing you call me that.”

  I have a father, and it’s not Tristan Broussard. “I’m not calling you Daddy.”

  “You will if I tell you to.” He beckons me with his finger. “Come to me, bebelle.”

  Oh shit. I’ve fucked up now. He’s probably going to spank me.

  “Sit on my lap.” Sit on his lap instead of lie across it and get my ass blistered? Gladly.

  I lower my bottom to sit on his thighs and wrap my arm around his shoulders. “Yes?”

  His hand creeps beneath my shirt and dips into the cup of my bra, pulling the material away and exposing my breast for his touch. His thumb and index finger roll my nipple and he pulls on it, making it hard. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

  “Stop saying that. It’s weird.”

  He pinches my nipple and makes me wince. “I’m just trying it out.”

  “Well, don’t. I don’t like it.”

  He lifts his chin. “Kiss me.”

  I lean in and place my lips on his. Our mouths open and our tongues move against one another like restless waves.

  He twists my nipple, sending an erotic wake-up call to my groin. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

  The kissing. The breast fondling. The nipple pinching and twisting. It’s turning me on in spite of his calling himself daddy.

  “I want to please you.”

  “What do you think would please Daddy right now?”

  “A blowjob.”

  “Mmm… I want nothing more than your mouth wrapped around my cock, but a blowjob will cost me another key pull. That would put you at five pulls on the morning of day three. At that rate, you’ll pull that key sooner than I want. And I’m nowhere near ready to let you go, bebelle.”

  He releases my nipple and moves his hand down my stomach, cupping it between my legs over the crotch of my shorts. His mouth devours mine and his hand moves up and down.

  His mouth pulls away from mine. “Does baby girl want Daddy to make her come?”

  I ignore that creepy baby girl-daddy shit. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it.”

  “I want you to make me come.”

  “Finish it.”

  “Finish what?” I know what he means, but I’m stalling, hoping he’ll drop it.

  “The sentence. I want you to make me come, Daddy. Say it.”

  I can’t do it. “That’s what I called my father when I was a little girl, and I still do sometimes. Calling you that is cringeworthy.”

  “You can’t think about it that way; I’m a completely different kind of daddy.”

  “Well, obviously.”

  He pushes his hand into the front of my shorts, and the tip of his finger rubs the aching nub at the top of my slit. “I want you to say it, bebelle.”

  I clear my throat and swallow. “I want you to make me come… Daddy.” My voice is barely audible when I say the last word.

  A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Calling me d
addy doesn’t do it for me. Don’t say it again.”

  Thank. Fuck.

  Tristan dips his fingers into the sticky ooze between my folds and uses the slick moisture as a lubrication for his fingers to glide over my clit. Side to side. Circles. Up and down. He does a little of everything.

  I’m trembling. My breath is rapid. I may even be a little lightheaded. Every nerve ending between my legs is alive. I’ve never been so desperate to come in all of my life.

  He glides his fingers up and down my center. His fingertip grazes my clit with every upward stroke, enough to stimulate but not nearly enough to satisfy. It’s torture, the sweetest kind.

  I tilt my hips and rock against his fingers. “Please don’t edge me, Tristan. I don’t think that I can stand it; I need to come. Please.”

  “Beg for it, bebelle.”

  I’m not above begging at this point. “Please, Tristan. I need it so badly.”

  “Louder.”

  I don’t know where Ray is, and I don’t care. He knows what Tristan is, and he must know what I am to his employer. “Pleeease, Tristan. I’m in agony. Desperate. Please let me orgasm.”

  His hand slows and I whimper. Shit. He’s going to edge me again.

  “Are you desperate enough to let me fuck you in the ass?”

  I press my face to his shoulder and shake my head. “I’m desperate but not that desperate.”

  His finger flicks the sensitive nub a few times. “Will you give me a freebie?”

  “A freebie?”

  “Give me tonight without a key pull?”

  Oh. The jackal wants to weasel out of giving me a key, and he’s negotiating the deal at my most vulnerable moment.

  “I’ll give you vanilla without a key pull, but none of the other stuff. No spanking. No Dom-sub acts. No bossing me around. We make love. You give me what I need, we both come, and I won’t ask to pull a key.”

  He lowers his mouth to my neck, kissing me just below my lobe, and his hand masturbates me into oblivion. “Deal. You may come.”

  “Omigod.” I bite my lip and grasp him tightly around his neck to pull him close.

  I tense all over, including my curled toes, when the rhythmic contractions in my groin begin. Once. Twice. I lose count of how many times my internal body squeezes. “Tristan…”

  “That’s it, bebelle. Ride it out,” he whispers against my ear.

  I relax when my orgasm ends. My entire body goes lax, and Tristan wraps his arm around my waist to hold me on his lap.

  He nibbles my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. “The way you respond to my touch is sexy as fuck.”

  “Well, I think that the way you rub me off is sexy as fuck.” His hand is so powerful. Mine always gets tired and cramps when I masturbate.

  “We have great sexual chemistry, don’t you think?”

  “We do.” Fact. I’ve never clicked sexually with anyone the way I do with Tristan.

  “I need to go to work.” He grasps my face and turns it so our lips are touching, but not kissing. “I’m excited about tonight. I’ll think about it all day.” He presses a kiss against my lips. “Six o’clock. Don’t forget.”

  “I won’t.”

  I don’t see the need in taking a lot of my personal things to Tristan’s house. Seems unnecessary when I could be debt free and back home at any time. But that won’t happen tonight, thanks to that stupid orgasm-induced agreement I made with him. I know it was dumb to make that deal, but one freebie won’t kill me. It’ll be worth it when my toes are curling.

  My cash is in the deposit box, and I take one last look around and do a mental check in my head: laptop, iPad, passport, checkbook. I can’t think of anything else I should take since Tristan has provided me with everything I’ll need.

  Most people would be in heaven driving this Bentley, but I’m a wreck. I’m terrified that a rock is going to fly up and crack the windshield or a tourist looking at the beach instead of the road will sideswipe me. My list of potential disasters goes on and on.

  I’m relieved when I arrive at Nana’s without incident. Until she comes out to meet me in the drive and sees the damn Bentley. “You’re driving that bastard’s car?”

  The way she says that bastard’s car lets me know that my grandmother isn’t in the dark about what’s going on. She knows at least a portion of the situation.

  Her arms are open for me. “How are you, Nana?”

  “Not happy. I’ve been missing my girl.”

  “I know. I’ve missed you, too.”

  “You’ve been gone for nine days, sweet pea. Nine. Days. I’ve not gone that long without seeing you since you were born.”

  My mother never wanted to be a mother. She was gone long before she physically left, and Dad didn’t know how to care for two little babies. Nana stepped in and took over. She has been more like a mother to me than a grandmother.

  “I’m sorry, Nana. I would have come sooner…but things are very complicated.”

  “I’ve been worried sick. I wanted to call the police when your father told me that Broussard was forcing you to stay with him. But then he told me the rest of the story—that you were caught. You and Adam both.”

  “I haven’t seen it, but he tells me that he has video surveillance. A lot of it.”

  “You believe that?”

  “Adam and I spent a lot of time in his casino after we started winning. So yes, I do believe him.”

  Nana’s mouth forms a tight puckered O. She hasn’t smoked in years, but the lines around her lips formed during her smoking days deepen. “He’s a damn bastard just like his father.”

  “I don’t know about his father, but Tristan’s not so bad.” Anyone who gives me orgasms like he does can’t be considered bad.

  “He isn’t mistreating you?”

  Well, I guess most people would regard the spankings and nipple pinching and twisting and orgasm denial as mistreatment, but it doesn’t feel that way to me. I don’t love the pain, but I sure enjoy the pleasure that accompanies it. It’s a fair trade in my eyes. He gets what he wants, and I get what I want.

  “He treats me well.” Thinking of Tristan in front of my nana makes me blush. “He enjoys spoiling me.”

  “Is he keeping his hands off of you?”

  “Nana, I’m just there as his companion.” I hate lying to my grandmother.

  “Don’t feed me that horseshit like you did your father.”

  “Nana!”

  “Your father believes what you told him about that companion business because he doesn’t want to consider the alternative. No father wants to think about any man touching his little girl, but I know better. I’m going to ask you again, and I expect to hear the truth. Is Tristan Broussard keeping his hands off of you?”

  Nana is a worldly woman. She isn’t stupid and to lie to her after being called out would be an insult to her intelligence. I respect her too much for that. “No, ma’am. He is not.”

  A murderous expression comes over her face. “Is he forcing himself on you?”

  It’s difficult to admit to my grandmother that I’m freely giving my body to him. “He hasn’t forced me to do anything. I’ve consented to everything we’ve done.”

  “You consented to sex with him because he’s threatening to turn over incriminating evidence. That’s blackmail. He may not be holding you down and forcing himself upon you, but he has robbed you of your voice to say no. It’s just another form of rape.”

  I don’t know why, but I feel the need to defend him. “I could have said no and done the time for my crime, but I didn’t. I chose this path with him.”

  “I can have him taken care of if you want to leave.”

  Have him taken care of. “What exactly does that mean?”

  “I know people who will take him out. Make it look like an accident. All I have to do is give the word.”

  My nana sounds like some kind of crime boss. “I don’t think that a hit on him will be necessary. We’re playing a fun little game of chance right now. All o
f this could be over very soon if fate sees fit for it to be.”

  “You shouldn’t forget that fate can be very cruel sometimes,” she says.

  “I tell you what, Nana. If I decide that Tristan needs to be taken out, I’ll let you know, and you can have him knocked off.”

  “All you have to do is give me the word and consider it done.”

  I walk into our favorite restaurant and search for Avery’s loose blonde curls; they always stand out in a crowd. Her hand flies up when our eyes make contact, and I wave to let her know that I see her.

  It’s only been ten days since I saw her, but it feels like an eternity. Even on the days when we don’t see one another, we still text and talk.

  “Bitch! Where the fuck have you been?”

  I look around to see if anyone is giving us dirty looks. “Could you yell that a little louder? I don’t think the family with the three young children over there heard you.”

  “I’m serious, Em. I’ve been worried sick. What is going on with you?”

  I’ve been untruthful with Avery about where I’ve been and why. I didn’t feel like my relationship with Tristan was something I could explain to her over the phone. I felt it was necessary for her to see me in person and know that I’m okay before I attempt to weave this tale. “I’m staying in New Orleans with someone.”

  “You met a man and didn’t tell me?” I hear the hurt in her voice and see it on her face.

  “No, no. It didn’t happen the way you’re thinking.”

  Avery knows how I make a living. I don’t have to hide anything about Tristan catching me cheating. And I also don’t have to lie about the deal we have or our Dom-sub relationship. “I got caught cheating by the owner of one of the casinos.”

  Her eyes widen. “Oh shit.”

  “Oh shit doesn’t even begin to cover it, Ave. I was escorted to his private suite in the casino hotel ten nights ago, and he confronted me about the cheating. Long story short, the hundred grand that I not so squarely won at his casino must be paid back. But not with money. My debt can only be repaid with my body.”