by Jess Alynn
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WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS
Jess Alynn
Publisher Information
What Happens in Vegas
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Jess Alynn 2014
The right of Jess Alynn to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.
Dedication
Thanks to Brad, Wendy, and Tricia for love, support, and idea wrangling; thanks to K. Lawson, Voxy, and Teddy Radiator for feedback; thanks to Gary for Predilections inspiration; and super thanks to Jasmine Degroot for always having my back with editing and cheerleading.
What Happens in Vegas...
“Welcome to the table, sir. You can post the blind to come in next hand or wait ‘til it comes around to you.”
“I’ll wait, thanks.”
She nodded, flashing a courteous smile as she dealt the next hand. The no-limit game practically ran itself, what with the grinders keeping eagle eyes on the tourists who joined in, foolish enough to think they could get their big win at a downtown poker room running a $1-3 blind, $100 buy-in game. It was easy enough work, keeping her head down and pitching cards, and the regulars would be pretty George for an attractive woman with clean dealing mechanics. That meant her attention could wander a bit without incident, and she found herself casting furtive glances at the newcomer, appreciating his shaved head and neatly groomed beard.
Usually she could stay pretty professional, knowing how far to go with banter without it turning into something inappropriate, but when her gaze caught the ring on his right hand, a frisson of recognition swept over her, and her breath caught. The signet was round; inside the circle was a clockwise triskele with black inset between the raised silver lines, and the three dots in the triskele were actual silver-outlined holes.
The next time he pushed his bet out, she leant forward a bit and murmured, tone deliberately casual, “I really like your ring. I’d wear something like that, but I’d prefer it on my left hand.”
He snapped his head up and met her eyes, his brows high in surprise. When she held his gaze, hers intent, his expression softened into one of slightly dazed understanding, and he dropped his eyes instantly. “Thanks. I’ve had it for years now. It means a lot to me.”
He flicked his eyes back up to hers, offering a cautious smile in response to her knowing grin as she retorted, “Nice.”
Unwilling to draw any more attention now that she had established to her satisfaction that the hottie across the table was definitely a sub, she turned her focus back to the game for the rest of the down, only speaking to him if necessary. When the next dealer tapped her out, she stood and thanked the players, vacating the box. Before she could step away, Mr Sexy said, “Hey, Eve!” She turned back, and he offered her a redbird, nodding faintly when their fingers touched as she took the $5 chip from him. “I hope you’ll push through again before I leave.”
Eve quirked an impish smile, and said, “Oh, I’m sure I’ll make it through the line-up again before my shift ends at 9:30. Thanks.”
He sat down, and she moved to the next table, gut fluttering with the growing certainty that he would definitely be around - but no longer playing cards - when she got off work.
***
Sure enough, when she went to clock out, she saw him cashing out his chips at the podium. During the other times she had pushed through the table, he had managed to mention that he was staying at a hotel further down Fremont, he was here for four days for business, and he was in a room by himself, all while engaging with her in a discreetly deferent manner. Each bit of information further strengthened her resolve that she would be meeting him for some fun, hopefully more than once. It had been a while since she had played with a sub, and she couldn’t help but get turned on by the thought of dominating someone who wasn’t local and wouldn’t be likely to want to try to turn some fun playing into something more.
She made sure to catch his eye as she sauntered out under the canopy, immersing herself in the constantly moving crowd. She was cautious enough to want for him to find her farther away from her workplace. The last thing she needed was for a co-worker to get judgy and start rumours about her personal life.
He sidled up, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention, and said, “I don’t know what you like, or I would have brought you a drink. Oh, and my name’s Billy. I know your nametag says ‘Eve,’ but what would you like me to call you?”
He assumed a familiar stance: feet apart, knees soft, back straight, shoulders back, head tilted forward, hands clasped behind him, and gaze lowered. A tingle wormed through her, ending in a surge of heat between her legs. Her voice held sultry promise as she said, “For now you may call me Eve. When we’re in your hotel room, you may call me Mistress.”
A prompt nod answered her, and he licked his lips before saying, “Yes, Eve. Would you like me to take you there now?”
She sucked in a sharp breath of anticipation. “Not yet. I need to go home first. I want to change and get more comfortable. Besides, I rather think I may have a few things there that I’d like to bring with me.”
“Of course.” His lashes fluttered and a flush crept up his neck. “I-if I may be so bold...what were you planning to bring? It’s just that...I have a few items myself.”
She gripped his wrist and pulled him away from the crowd into a more deserted alley between buildings. Her voice was firm as she said, “Look at me, Billy.” He obediently met her gaze. “Rather than belabour things after I get back, let’s hash some stuff out right now. What are your hard limits?”
“No scat, no golden showers, no bloodplay, no forced feminisation, no electroplay, no fireplay, no breathplay. Nothing too extreme.”
“Fine. And what’s your safeword?”
“I prefer using red-yellow-green.”
“How much of a masochist are you? I know you sub, but not all subs are into pain.”
“I like sensation play, but nothing that will leave lasting marks or interfere with my ability to take care of my business the next day.”
“How much do you enjoy bondage?”
“Being restrained can be exhilarating, but I don’t like hoods or gags.”
“Penetration?”
A smile flashed over his face so fast she nearly questioned whether she imagined it as he said, “Yes, please, provided there’s proper preparation.”
She snorted. “Indeed. I may dig inflicting pain, but not damage.” He nodded. Eve pulled out her mobile and said, “What’s your number? I’ll text you when I get to the hotel so you can come get me.” He recited his number and she immediately texted him. “There. Now you know it’s me. Hopefully it won’t take me too long to get back here, and I expect you to be ready when I arrive.”
He inclined his head and said, “Yes, Eve. I look forward to your return.”
She gripped his chin and lifted his face up to meet his gaze, and he blinked serenely at her, his eyes already darkening. She sucked in a steadying breath to calm the anticipation fluttering in her belly. She leant closer, her mouth hovering over his, and felt his shallow breaths puffing against her lips.
Her voice was a low purr as she said, “Of course you do.”
With a final squeeze of his chin, lips tingling from proximity to Billy’s and the desire to close the remaining distance in a claiming kiss, she stepped away, leaving him in the alley, not deigning to look back as she headed for the employee parking garage.
***
When she arrived home, her roommate, Shell, was ensconced on the sofa, binge-watching Netflix. She paused the episode and said, “Hey! How was work?”
Eve perched on the nearby chair and took off her shoes, face alight with mischief. “Oh, very good. I’m heading right back out.”
Brows rising in surprise, Shell drawled, “ Really? Do tell!”
“Mmm, he’s pretty dishy, and even better, he’s a sub. I need to change and grab my gear. Oh, and here...” She pulled out her mobile and started typing. “Here’s his number, and the hotel he’s at. When I get there, I’ll text you the room number. If you don’t hear from me by 3 am, please text or call me. You know, the usual drill.”
Shell peeked at her phone when it chimed. “Sure thing. I’m sure I’ll be up. I’m only halfway through this season.”
Eve laughed and stood. “Do I need to organise an intervention?”
Shell waved her hand airily and said, “Not just yet!”
Eve merely snorted and made her way to her bedroom, stripping off her uniform as she went. Once there, she ducked into the bathroom to start the shower, then dug into her bureau to find lingerie more appropriate to the occasion. A quick dive into her wardrobe retrieved her gear bag, and she hurried into the now steaming shower.
She didn’t linger, making more of a perfunctory pass just to rinse off the smell of stale cigarette smoke from the casino. Her lips spread in a wicked smirk as she dressed and shrouded herself in an ankle-length leather duster.
She double-checked her bag and nodded, then with one last appraising look in the mirror, she shouldered her duffel and strode down the hallway, pausing to ripple her fingers in farewell as Shell twisted around to peer over the back of the sofa. “Oooh, look at you, all sexy and mysterious!”
“Well, the last thing I need is for Metro to see my outfit and accuse me of ‘working’ Fremont.”
“True facts. Have lots of kinky fun!”
“I’ll do my best!”
***
Eve sent Billy a text as she entered the hotel from its parking garage. By the time she made it to the lobby, he was waiting for her. They crossed directly to the elevators without even saying a word, Eve proffering her bag and Billy taking it with an ease that seemed practised. He used his keycard to send them up to the 8 th floor, and when they were alone, he murmured, “Thank you for coming, Eve.”
She pinned him with a stern gaze and said, “Make it worth my while.”
Billy’s chin lifted even as his shoulders settled down and back, his hands clasping behind him with her bag draped on one shoulder. “I’ll do my best to satisfy you, Mistress.”
The elevator door opened, and he gestured for her to precede him into the corridor. Then, he led the way to his room, opening the door with his keycard and inclining his head as he murmured, “After you, Mistress.”
Eve paused in the corridor and pulled out her phone. She flicked a glance at Billy while she was texting the room number to Shell and noted that his head had tilted to one side in a faintly puzzled expression, but he kept his place enough that he didn’t question her.
Feeling a surge of approval, she crossed the threshold and said, “I just let my roommate know where we are. She also has your name and number, and if she doesn’t hear from me by 3, she’s gonna start calling.” She saw him blink rapidly as he processed the information. “Haven’t you ever heard of safety protocols? This is one of mine. Because really, let’s be honest here: I don’t know you from Adam, and I don’t want to end up dead in the desert somewhere or stuffed between a hotel mattress and box spring.”
At that, his brows climbed to his hairline and he said, “Of course, Mistress. Thank you for teaching me.”
Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head as she murmured, “You have done this before, haven’t you, Billy?”
His eyes darted around, and he cleared this throat. “Actually, Mistress, nothing like this, no. I’ve only ever experimented with girlfriends or on my own.”
A tingle of excitement raced over her at the thought of being the first to open his eyes to the delights of subbing. Oh, but she would take such good care of this novice...
She didn’t respond except to open her duster and shrug it off her shoulders, a smirk tugging at her lips when he darted forward to take her coat, and his eyes went wide and dark. He hung it on an empty hanger in the closet and placed her bag on the luggage rack with a reverent air.
When he turned back to her, he licked his lips and swallowed hard, staring at her outfit with mounting desire. His eyes travelled over her, drinking in the vision of her satin bustier, fishnet thigh-high stockings clipped to the attached suspenders peeking out from beneath a fake leather miniskirt, and shiny, knee-high black boots. His body seemed to drift forward, and he clenched his hands into fists, clearly fighting the urge to touch her. Tearing his gaze away and averting his eyes, he murmured, “What shall I do for you, Mistress?”
“Bring a towel from the bathroom and spread it on the bed. Then, place all of the items in my bag on it, so we can see what we have to work with. Oh, and you said you had some things as well?”
He nodded and gestured to his suitcase. “In there. Shall I place them on display too, Mistress?”
“Mmm, yes, do that.” She turned away in dismissal, enjoying how quickly he scrambled to complete his tasks. She opened the blackout curtains and peered out into the night, looking down onto the top of the Fremont street canopy as her mind raced with ideas to broaden his horizons.
Billy glanced up to see Eve ignoring him and turned his focus to emptying her duffel. He was intrigued to see that all of the condoms were unlubricated, and he shrugged as he laid the lube beside them. His brow furrowed in confusion when he pulled out nitrile gloves, EMT scissors, and gauze, and thought, Glad I made it clear I don’t want any damage! Next, he pulled out a tangle of restraints: wrist and ankle cuffs, padded blindfold, latex bondage tape, and sturdy cotton rope; a surge of anticipation swept through him, wondering what Eve would use to bind him.
His pulse sped up with every new item he withdrew, his breath catching at the sight of the suede flogger, rubber studded paddle, leather riding crop, and nipple clamps. However, when he unwrapped the plastic Wartenberg wheel from its sterile packaging and touched his fingertip to the sharp points, he felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him, followed by a heavy throbbing in his loins. This was new and fascinating - and a little bit intimidating - and his cock swelled.
When the sounds of his activity stopped, she spun to see her gear laid out in an orderly spread on a bath towel, with his few items on a hand towel to one side.
His supplies were limited, but he did have an intriguing prostate massager - that seemed to explain his fleeting smile about being penetrated. She was pleased to see condoms and lube, and she took note of his padded handcuffs, leather cock cage, and silicone cock ring. She squinted in surprise to see a metal ruler, 18 inches long, and she simply said, “A ruler?”
He stepped forward and picked it up, presenting it to her. “It has a decent heft and spring to it, and a different sensation than leather or rubber.”
She took it and smacked it experimentally against her palm. The thwack it made was new and interesting. “I see.” She stepped back and cast an appraising once-over on him, then said, “Strip.”
He obeyed instantly, disrobing with efficiency, and she noticed that he was already half-hard. Eyes downcast, he stood at ease, his swelling erection and quickened breathing the only indicators that he was affected.
She closed in on him, making a tight circle, dragging the cool metal over his skin and raising goosebumps. He was fit, and she enjoyed his
trim waist and firm arse, as well as the dark hair across his chest that narrowed to a line down his belly, fanning back out again to frame his cock and balls. She had a fleeting thought of disappointment that he was circumcised, as she wouldn’t have a lovely, sensitive foreskin to torment, but it disappeared under her appreciation that he obviously trimmed his pubic hair, and his bollocks were nearly smooth. She traced the corner of the ruler along the defined line from his groin to his hipbone and watched his stomach tremble at the same time his balls drew up and shifted.
His hands hung near his hips, and she saw that they were clamped into tight fists, his knuckles white. “Why the fists?”
He let out an explosive breath and rasped, “Ticklish, Mistress. I-it’s hard to stay still.”
Her lips spread in a wicked grin. “You’d rather be restrained, wouldn’t you?”
“If it pleases you, Mistress, yes.”
Eve crossed to the bed and shifted the towels closer to one side. “Lie down. Hands above your head.”
His cock bounced as he climbed onto the bed and stretched out, crossing his wrists against the headboard. She grabbed her own set of wrist cuffs and showed them to Billy before wrapping them around his wrists and hooking the straps around the bed frame, adjusting the length of the straps and securing the side release buckles. When finished, she guided his fingers to feel the buckles and said, “I know you use red-yellow-green, but if you need to, you can release yourself this way, okay?”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”
“I need you to be clear with me, Billy. We’re supposed to have a good time tonight, right?”
“Yes, Mistress. I am already.” He offered a shy smile, and she patted his bound hands.
“Good. However, I don’t want you to enjoy yourself too much too fast, so I think I’ll take advantage of some of your accoutrement...”
He sucked in a breath of anticipation as she picked up his cock cage, squirming as she fitted it on his erection, tightening the strap around the base to prevent him from climaxing.