When the elevator doors finally opened, Shawna was about to take a step and hesitated just inside the doors.
“It’s alright,” Eric said. “This is the Tender Hearts floor. It’s pretty tame and is mostly for couples that are new to each other or new to BDSM. I promise that you won’t be traumatized.”
“If you say so,” she said, winking at him as she let him lead her out into the room.
They circled the room leisurely, mingling with the other guests, who didn’t stop what they were doing while they talked. Shawna stayed close to Eric, watching with eyes wide as the man carried on a very normal conversation with Eric and Shawna while his wife waited patiently over his knee, bare behind exposed for anyone to see. A quick look around told Shawna that the other guests were too engrossed in their own moments to even notice the couple that had Shawna so flustered.
The woman turned, looking up at Shawna with sparkling blue eyes, and winked at her. Shawna smiled back, not sure if she should wave hello or cover her face in embarrassment. When the woman gave her husband an exasperated look and wiggled her bottom as if to remind the man that she was still there, Shawna let a nervous laugh escape before she could stop herself.
The husband patted his wife’s round backside, still talking to Eric as he began rhythmically swatting her, alternating cheeks with each blow. The woman closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure, and Shawna found herself squirming with Eric’s arm around her while they stood there.
Shawna snuck a peek at Eric, who was smiling at the man and very openly watching him as he spanked his wife playfully on the padded bench against the wall for anyone to see.
Eric excused himself a few minutes later, steering Shawna a few feet away before he finally spoke.
“So?” he said.
“She seemed to be enjoying it,” Shawna offered.
“So did you, it seems,” Eric said, facing her, one hand still holding hers.
She made no move to pull her hand out of his, but when his eyes flicked downward, she followed his gaze and blushed when she realized that her hardened nipples were visibly straining against the fabric of her dress.
“Oh, good grief,” she said.
Eric sat down on another large chair that was pushed against a wall, this one the kind you would find in a cozy library with padded arms. He pulled her down so that she sat on the low arm of the chair, her leg over one of his.
“Tell me,” he said in a hushed tone. “What was your favorite thing about that man and his wife?”
“Besides that, she appeared to be having a lot of fun and that she initiated the contact herself?”
“All that aside, what excited you the most?”
His hand brushed the bodice of her dress, fingers curved so they raked across one taut nipple through the slinky fabric.
Shawna blushed.
“I’m not sure if I can say it out loud without feeling ridiculous,” she admitted.
He turned his head so that his ear was close to her and she took a deep breath, wondering if she should admit that she was aroused by the entire experience. Would he think she was crazy?
“Don’t go overboard,” he said, ear still turned. “Just pick one thing to try that you found exciting.”
She swallowed hard, then leaned close and whispered into his ear.
“That’s easily done,” he said when she finished and leaned back. “Stand in front of me here.”
She stood, her stomach clenching, but this time with the excitement that was almost thrilling. She couldn’t believe that she had admitted that to him.
His hands were on her legs, sliding up her stockings, then up her bare legs until he reached the black satin panties that he had purchased to go with her outfit. His fingers slid down her stomach and in between her legs, then into the fabric so the back of his knuckles pressed against the folds of her sex. She inhaled sharply as he tugged straight down, pulling her panties down by the crotch instead of the waistband like she’d expected. He took his time, pulling them down slowly, his eyes locked on hers as he did.
When they dropped to the floor, she stepped out of them and he tucked them into his suit jacket pocket.
“They’re sticking out a little,” she pointed out.
“It’s intentional,” he said, his gaze unwavering.
She trembled again, the cool air on her bare skin exciting her. His large hands were on her thighs again, sliding up her stockings, then gliding up her bare thighs and stopping.
“Spread your legs,” he said softly, and before she could think to ask why she found herself doing as she was told. “Good,” he said, his voice husky.
His hands moved upward and she felt his thumbs stop just short of the heat of her. She watched him, holding her breath as he waited.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word,” he said.
She tightened her mouth, pursing her lips together and smiling. He chuckled, using his fingers to spread her folds and find the tiny nub of flesh that was already hardened with her excitement.
“You’re enjoying yourself more than you thought you would,” he said as he stroked her lazily beneath her skirt in the middle of the room without a care. “I must say, I’m proud of you. I didn’t think that you would be this bold.”
Neither did I, she thought, then let her head fall back when a moan caught in her throat.
Her body was getting hot and her legs were starting to tremble when the gentle ringing of a bell caught her attention. Her eyes opened and Eric’s hand slipped out from under her skirt, leaving her aroused and wanting more.
“What was that?” she asked, her sexual frustration almost overwhelming.
He stood, pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress and smiling when she moaned softly.
“It’s dinner time. We’ll pick this up later. But for now, you can sit on my lap and enjoy a nice meal.”
“On your lap?” she asked, feeling a bit mortified at the thought as the large group from around the room made their way to the large dining table.
Eric took her in his arms, hand going to her backside and grabbing it beneath the skirt. He turned to the side, still clutching her ass and motioned to the woman who she’d watched over her husband’s knee a few minutes before. She was now completely naked and walking over to the table with a smile on her face as if none of this was out of the ordinary.
“Don’t worry, every eye is going to be on her and no one is going to pay attention to where my hands are under the table while we eat.”
Her body tightened at his words.
“And where will your hands be?”
“I’m going to make sure you’re fed inside and out,” he said, then laughed when her mouth dropped open in shock. “Let’s go,” he said, his tone still light. “Otherwise, you may get your first trip over my knee before you’re ready.”
She didn’t wait around to see if he was serious. As she walked to the table and took her place on his lap, she looked around wondering what she’d gotten herself into. When his hand drifted under her skirt and came to rest between her legs, and he started stroking her gently right then and there, she knew then that Eric was a man of his word.
He was going to make good on his promise, and he didn’t care who was there to see her squirm.
It was going to be a long weekend, and Shawna hoped it never ended.
END OF BOOK 1
Book 2
“It’s dinner time,” Eric said, smiling at her with a wicked expression that made her heart skip a beat. “We’ll pick this up later. But for now, you can sit on my lap and enjoy a nice meal.”
Her eyes went to his lap, and the sight of her satin panties hanging part way out of his pocket made her blush. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this, but she wasn’t ready to walk away. As mortified as she was to be standing in the middle of that room in a black skater dress and her panties in Eric’s pocket, she didn’t want this night to end.
But still, on his lap? While they ate? He couldn’t be serious, co
uld he?
“On your lap?” she asked, feeling a bit mortified at the thought as the large group from around the room made their way to the large dining table.
Eric took her in his arms, hand going to her backside and grabbing it beneath the skirt. He turned to the side, still clutching her ass and motioned to the woman who she’d watched over her husband’s knee a few minutes before. The woman was now completely naked and walking over to the table with a smile on her face as if none of this was out of the ordinary.
“Don’t worry, every eye is going to be on her and no one is going to pay attention to where my hands are under the table while we eat.”
Her body tightened at his words.
“And where will your hands be?”
“I’m going to make sure you’re fed inside and out,” he said, then laughed when her mouth dropped open in shock. “Let’s go,” he said, his tone still light. “Otherwise, you may get your first trip over my knee before you’re ready.”
She didn’t stand around to see if he was serious. As she walked to the table and took her place on his lap, she looked around wondering what she’d gotten herself into. When his hand drifted under her skirt and came to rest between her legs, and he started stroking her gently right then and there, she knew then that Eric was a man of his word.
He was going to make good on his promise, and he didn’t care who was there to see her squirm.
It was going to be a long weekend, and Shawna hoped it never ended.
They were served the most exquisite meal of delicate finger foods, and all things shareable. The servers set a single plate in front of Eric and Shawna, with two glasses of something pale and bubbly, and two more glasses of water. Eric offered her the glass but she waved it off.
“I’ll just stick with water.”
“It’s not alcohol; it’s sparkling cider. We prefer that people stay sober at these things.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised.
“Better drink your water too,” the naked woman across the table said with a bright, cheery smile. “You don’t want to get dehydrated while you’re playing.”
Shawna felt her face get hot, and she was once again thankful for the dim, romantic lighting throughout the room.
Eric’s hand was beneath her dress, the other hand picking up a strawberry and dipping it in the melted chocolate beside the plate. He held the strawberry up to her lips and she opened her mouth, gasping when the hand under her dress gently pushed her legs open a little wider and his thumb found the hard flesh and began to stroke.
Her mouth closed over the fruit and she moaned softly. She saw him wink at her, and she knew that he knew she wasn’t moaning because of the fruit.
He continued feeding her, taking a few bites himself in between. He was entirely focused on her, and after a while, the people around them slipped away and Shawna couldn’t hear what they were saying anymore. The conversations around her had nothing to do with her, and she was too focused on his touch to care even if someone had been speaking to her directly.
She was hovering on the brink of orgasm when Eric stopped, sliding his hand down to her knee and smiling when she looked at him with eyes filled with longing.
“We’ll save the rest for later,” he said.
Later? Shawna thought, then she realized that she still had to go up to the hotel suite with Eric later, and she felt panic welling inside of her. Why had she let herself cross the line?
What if he expected her to have sex with him tonight?
He offered her another strawberry, but she shook her head.
“I need to eat a real meal,” she said softly. “We should go back up to the suite. I’m feeling tired.”
He nodded.
“I understand. It’s late and you’re still on Texas time.”
He stood, scooping her up as he did and setting her feet on the floor. They said goodnight to the people gathered around the table, then he led her to the elevator and they stepped into the car alone.
“I’m sorry,” she said as soon as the doors closed, painfully aware that her panties were still in his pocket.
He raised an eyebrow in genuine surprise.
“Sorry for what?”
“For getting out of line out there. There doesn’t need to be a later.”
Eric chuckled.
“What’s funny?” she asked.
“You. You’re such a nervous little thing. Remember what I told you about submissives?”
“That they have the power and control the play?”
“Exactly. If you don’t want me to finish what I started, that’s fine. But I’m not expecting anything from you, if that’s what has your panties in a twist.”
“You don’t?”
“I don’t, and I never did. Now, if you ever want to ravage me, feel free, you don’t even have to ask. But I know that this is all new to you, and I’m mostly just proud of you for listening to your body and trying something new.”
“I don’t believe you. I’ve never met a man that didn’t expect sex after something like that, or less really.”
“Then you’ve never met a man like me.”
The door opened and they stepped out into the quiet hallway. He opened the door to their suite and she followed him in, her stomach in knots, though she didn’t know why.
When he closed the door, he moved toward her and she backed up against the large desk in the sitting room between their two rooms. He kept coming, and she thought he was going to kiss her, but he leaned around her instead and pulled a laminated menu from its holder on the wall. He handed it to her while loosening his tie with the other hand.
“Order anything you want, or a little bit of everything,” he said. “As for what happened downstairs, I would be more than happy to finish what I started, but I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”
Her relief was obvious, and she blushed when he laughed softly.
“I like you,” he said, kissing her on the cheek tenderly. “You’re not like other women. There’s a sweetness about you that mingles perfectly with the kinky girl beneath the surface.”
“I’m not really kinky,” she said defensively.
“I saw how excited you got when you watched that man and his wife. I think you are more adventurous than you realize, but not all BDSM is whips and chains.”
“It’s not?”
“Not even close.”
“Then, what is it?”
“It’s anything and everything you want it to be.”
She swallowed hard, not sure if she could ask him her next question, but she was dying to know.
“What is it to you?”
“Are you asking what I’m into?”
“I guess,” she said, not sure that she was ready for the answer.
He smiled.
“I enjoyed tonight, and I’m not going to lie, when I saw how excited you got watching that woman being spanked, I considered taking you over my knee right then, and I would have enjoyed it.”
Her stomach fluttered, and she felt the heat growing inside her almost instantly.
What the hell? Shawna thought, surprised at her reaction to something she’d never even thought of before.
“But, I want to wait until you want it, because that’s what makes it fun.”
“Really?”
“Really. Some people like the tears and the discipline aspect of it, but give me a beautiful woman, naked and enjoying herself, and I’m a happy man.”
He smiled at her, but she couldn’t find the words.
“Don’t worry,” he said finally when the silence stretched between them. “I don’t expect anything from you. I’m enjoying spending this time with you, and I’m excited to see what you’re willing to explore this weekend.”
“And if it’s nothing more than what happened tonight?”
“The sweetest fruit is the one that takes its time ripening,” he said, then winked. “Now, enough about this. I’m famished. I’ll take the number one. Order what you want and tell them t
o put it on my account.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m in need of a cold shower,” he said with a smirk. “I’m a stand-up guy, but I’m not a saint.”
Her face went blank and he laughed as he walked away, closing the bathroom door behind himself and leaving her there alone. She watched the door for a moment, and almost went in after him, but she didn’t feel that bold.
Instead, she ordered their food, and when the knock came at the door, she let the man bring the tray in. As she was closing the door behind him, she realized that Eric still had her panties.
***
Shawna awoke the next morning to the sun shining into her room and the gentle playing of a piano in the distance.
She sat up and stretched, surprised to see that it was almost noon and she hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. Wrapping a robe around herself, she made her way out to the sitting room in her bare feet, blonde hair still braided from the night before, and still wearing the black dress beneath the robe.
The music got louder, and as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes, the far end of the room came into focus and she realized that Eric was playing the baby grand tucked into the corner of the room.
He looked up when he saw her, but he didn’t stop playing. She went to him, sitting on the bench beside him and watching mesmerized as he played from the music sitting on the stand in front of him.
“How did I miss this last night?” she wondered aloud.
“The room is dim and the piano is black. It was covered, too, to keep the dust off. I don’t come here as often as I should, and even though this hotel is new, there’s still a lot of dust.”
“Is this your suite?”
“It is. It’s my hotel and this part of it is where I stay when I come to Vegas.”
“I thought it was just a two-room suite.”
“Far from it,” he said, ending the song and standing. “Come here, I’ll show you.”
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