by Red Phoenix
He abruptly turned and clicked his heels, drawing attention to his red Superman socks as he entered the elevator. “Please enjoy the rest of your evening.” He added a respectful nod to Shey as the doors closed.
Brad looked down at her and smiled. “Are you ready to have all your wishes fulfilled, Miss Allen?”
Honoring a Wish
Shey bit her lip as the double doors to his suite slowly opened, and she hesitantly stepped inside. She glanced around the spacious room with a look of wonder on her face.
“Haven’t you ever seen this room before?” Brad asked, surprised by her response.
Shey shook her head. “Oh no, the fantasy suites are off-limits to the staff unless we reserve them for ourselves.” She gravitated to the lighted waterfall wall, running her hands over the glass. “It’s spectacular…”
“A favorite feature of mine.”
She peeked into the dining room on the other side of the doorway and said with awe, “Can you imagine eating in here? A waterfall on one side and all of Vegas on the other.”
He came up behind her, tempted to wrap his arms around her waist. Although she was in his hotel room, tonight was not destined to end in a sexual encounter. There was no reason to seduce Shey, but damn, how he wanted to try.
She turned to face him, a suspicious look on her face. “I’m not seeing any sign of Cayenne. Were you just using her as an excuse to get me into your room?”
Brad glanced around. “Apparently she’s afraid of you, Miss Allen.”
“No, cats love me!” she protested, searching through the entire suite before heading toward the large bed. She got on all fours to look under it, that sweet ass of hers tempting him to act. To his credit, Brad resisted the call and remained rooted where he stood.
“There you are,” Shey cooed sweetly.
Cayenne came shooting out from under the bed, scampering straight to Brad and clawing her way up the pant leg of his new suit.
Shey squeaked in delight. “Oh my goodness, she’s adorable!”
Once Cayenne reached his shoulder, she turned around to face Shey directly, studying her with wide eyes. He scooped the kitten off his shoulder and cradled her to his chest. “Let me formally introduce you two. This is my companion, Cayenne. Cayenne, this is the beautiful and talented Miss Allen.”
Shey walked over and reached her hand out to the tabby, letting the kitten sniff her before petting her head. She murmured, “You can call me Shey.”
“The kitten or me?” Brad asked.
Shey glanced up and grinned. “Both.”
“So be it…Miss Shey Allen.”
She blushed when she met his gaze.
Like it or not, he was already falling for the girl, and it appeared little Cayenne was, too. The kitten crawled out of his arms and into hers, settling against her shoulder.
“Seems Cayenne has taken a liking to you.”
“I told you cats love me,” she purred as she petted the tiny kitten.
Brad’s curiosity finally won out, so he dug into his pocket and pulled out her final request along with the others.
“We should read them out loud,” Shey suggested, selecting Brad’s requests from his palm while being careful not to disturb Cayenne. “A simple kiss…” She glanced at Brad with a shy smile before reading the next. “What is your favorite drink?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Why do you want to know? Do you intend on getting me drunk?”
“Not at all, Shey,” he said, chuckling. “I naturally assumed we would remain down in the casino and thought to myself, ‘What better way to loosen up the conversation than by sharing a favorite cocktail together?’”
“Fair enough…” she conceded. Shey unfolded his last one, biting her lip as she glanced over it.
“Read it out loud,” he commanded.
She looked at him and said in a breathless whisper, “Place your hand on the area you want me to touch you.”
Brad stared at her, pleased to see she was completely unraveled by his final request. He knew that giving Shey a choice would not only give her a feeling of control, but would also allow him to gauge her level of interest.
It was a win for them both.
To ease her mind, however, he explained, “Since I have had the pleasure of your magic fingers, I decided turnabout is fair play.”
“Ah,” she replied distractedly, playing with a strand of her hair.
A good sign…
Impatient to discover what her last request was, Brad quickly read through the others. “So you asked me to tell you who Troy is and why I dislike the name.” He snorted in disgust, grumbling, “I’m not so keen on that particular request.”
Shey smiled sweetly, the picture of mischievous innocence. “Lucky for you, we’ll be drinking our favorite cocktails.”
He shook his head in amusement as he read the next one. “I would like to see a picture of Cayenne.”
Brad gestured to the kitten, who was now purring contentedly on her shoulder. “Why show you a picture when I could let you see the real thing?”
Shey scratched the top of Cayenne’s head, laughing softly. “I can’t believe you smuggled a kitten into the hotel. Miss Young would completely flip if she knew.”
Brad only smiled, keeping that little secret to himself as he unfolded her final bet. He could feel the weight of Shey’s eyes on him as he read it.
Do a scene with me – your choice.
He looked up from the note, saying nothing.
The redhead blushed a deeper shade of crimson with each passing second, finally lowering her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.
“Yes, Shey. I will scene with you not only to honor our bet, but because it pleases me.” When she looked up, Brad took his hat off and leaned in for a kiss, pressing his lips against hers.
Shey’s whole body seemed to meld into his, a soft moan escaping from her lips. He pulled away, unnerved by the power of that kiss.
She stared up at him with a stunned look in those luminous blue eyes. “That was…”
“What?” Brad reached out and grazed her bottom lip. “Too much?”
“No.” Shey smiled. “It was perfect.”
The intensity of his attraction was disquieting. He was haunted by the idea that if he dared to have another taste, he would hunger for this woman the rest of his life.
Feeling reckless, however, he asked, “Why don’t you tell me your favorite drink.”
“I’m a long island girl.”
“Ah…a deceptively easy drink to swallow, but with quite the kick—much like you.”
She grinned, apparently liking his comparison. “What is your drink of choice?”
“Me? I prefer whiskey, neat.”
“Oh, you like it simple, then.”
Brad shrugged. “What can I say? I know what I like, and I don’t want it messed with.”
“Drinking whiskey does make you seem more rugged.”
He smirked. “I believe what a person drinks gives insight into their personality.”
“Are you always analyzing people, Brad?”
“Only people I’m interested in.”
The smile she bestowed on him was beguiling. Too beguiling…
Brad walked over to the phone to place their drink order, instructing the staff, “Come up with a second round exactly thirty minutes from now.”
“Two rounds?” Shey questioned when he got off the phone.
“First one to loosen me up to talk, and the second to enjoy.”
Not more than five minutes later, there was a brisk knock at the door. Cayenne jumped from Shey’s arms and scampered under the bed.
“God, I love good service,” Brad praised as he walked over to answer the door.
“Only the best at the Nyte,” Shey stated proudly.
A young woman in an attractive waitress uniform, complete with short skirt and high heels, stood waiting at the door. “Where would you like it, Mr. Anderson?”
“Over there,” he said, pointing to the dining table beyond the waterfall. S
he walked into the room with grace, setting their drinks on the table before returning to him. He handed her a generous tip, stating, “I admire a girl who doesn’t spill a drop.”
Giving him a small curtsy, she thanked him before leaving.
Brad escorted Shey into the dining room and pulled out a seat for her.
“Why, thank you, Mr. Anderson,” she said formally, her tone matching the elegant setting.
“My pleasure, Miss Allen.” He pushed her chair in before handing her the Long Island and picking up his glass of whiskey, raising it to her. “Here’s to honoring a bet.”
Shey smiled as she placed those sexy lips against the rim of the glass.
Brad couldn’t help envisioning those fine lips wrapped around his manhood, so he threw back his glass and downed the drink, shaking his head afterward to rid himself of the unwanted thought.
“Too strong?” she teased.
Brad pulled out the chair beside her and turned it around, quickly sitting down to hide his “growing” interest in her.
“You asked about my aversion to the name Troy. I personally can’t stand sob stories on a first date, so I’ll keep it short.” He groaned before continuing, wishing she hadn’t asked this of him. Talking about Amy when the pain was still fresh—but a bet was a bet.
“I met Amy Gardner years ago. At that time I was determined to make a name for myself in Denver—both professionally in the business sector, and personally as a Dom.” He added with a smirk, “I was a far more serious man back then.”
“Well, you certainly did make a name for yourself,” Shey complimented, raising her glass to him as she took another drink.
He looked at his empty glass longingly, wishing he’d ordered a double. “Up until Amy, I hadn’t known what it was like to actually love someone. Lust, yes—in spades—but never love. Although she wasn’t interested in exploring the lifestyle, I was convinced she was meant to be my submissive.”
He closed his eyes, shaking his head. Damn, it still hurt…
Brad forced his eyes open and gazed into Shey’s blue oceans. “To make a long story short, I wasn’t aware that she’d had her heart broken and still secretly carried a torch for the guy. Just when I thought she was mine, he returned, and poof—I lost her.”
“Am I wrong to assume the guy’s name was Troy?”
He growled upon hearing that name. “And to add salt to the wound, a year later I found out that Amy had been in a serious accident and he was nowhere to be found. I went to the hospital, determined not to lose her again, but I made the mistake of compromising myself in trying to claim her. In the end, I made a fool of myself for nothing, and was burned a second time.”
“So I take it Troy returned?” Shey prompted gently when he failed to explain further.
“Yes,” he huffed. “In fact, she was wearing my engagement ring when he showed up.”
Shey surprised Brad by wrapping her arms around him, her voice breaking with emotion when she said, “I’m so sorry, Brad.”
Her expression of sympathy threw him off, and Brad felt tears suddenly well up in his eyes. He resisted them, having already said good-bye to his past. Still, her heartfelt response moved him deeply. When he looked into Shey’s tearful eyes and saw the pain reflected in them, he finally understood why.
“You’ve been hurt in the same way.”
Shey nodded, a sob escaping her lips. “Although I never wore his ring, Sam promised to marry me. Instead, he married her, and to make matters worse, the girl’s already pregnant with their first child. That was supposed to be my little girl.”
“What was her name—the one who stole him away?”
“Laura…” Shey answered in the barest of whispers.
He took her hand and kissed it. “I solemnly promise never to name my cat Laura.”
Shey burst into giggles as she wiped away her tears. “And I officially give you permission to call my cat T.”
“T it is, then.”
Brad gathered Shey into his arms, both silent as they basked in the easy camaraderie between them.
Shey jumped when there was a knock on the door.
Looking at his watch, Brad complimented, “Exactly thirty minutes to the dot. You can’t beat the staff here.” This time Brad took the tray from the waitress, thanking her as he handed over another tip. “Exacting service should always be rewarded.”
“Much appreciated, Mr. Anderson,” she replied with a cute curtsy, closing the doors as he made his way back to Shey.
Brad handed her the second glass. “Don’t feel you have to drink this. I tend to err on the side of overabundance rather than risk being caught short. It’s something my mother taught me growing up. During our leaner years, she still managed to have a full table, even if it consisted mainly of homemade rolls and mashed potatoes.”
“A woman after my own heart…” she replied, taking a sip of the fresh drink.
Brad’s tone became serious when he told her, “Before I fulfill your final request, I want you to honor mine.”
She put her drink down slowly. Brad noticed the slight tremble of her hand as she placed it on the table.
“Do you remember what it was, Shey?”
“I do.”
Brad moved closer to her, purposely invading her space. “Take my hand.”
She looked up at him shyly. Being in control was not something she seemed accustomed to. Would she be true to her desire, or would she choose to be modest with him?
Shey finally took his hand and placed it against her throat. “I’d like you to kiss me.”
Brad’s shaft stirred at the suggestion. Caressing her throat gently, as if it were a prized piece of art, he found the perfect spot. Goosebumps rose on her skin when he applied pressure, letting him know the intimate touch was having the desired effect.
“You want me to kiss you?” he growled huskily, drawing closer to her lips.
“Yes…”
Her whole body relaxed, an instinctual reaction to the dominant hold. He leaned down to kiss her, claiming her lips as he pressed his hand against her throat firmly. She moaned when his tongue entered her mouth.
Brad suspected if he were to place his hand between her legs he would find her wet with desire. He eventually pulled away and stared at her intently. Shey opened her eyes, an expression of pure lust shining in them.
“I never knew a kiss could be like that,” she confessed.
“Why? Those lips would inspire any man.”
She grazed her soft lips with her fingers, shaking her head slowly. “No. Trust me, no man has ever been that inspired before.”
Brad leaned down again, giving the impression he was going to kiss her a second time. Instead, he gave her a quick peck on the nose and chuckled lightly. “You’ve obviously been hanging with the wrong men, Shey Allen.”
She grinned, trying nonchalantly to cross her legs and hide the fact that her pussy was deliciously wet.
With his last request fulfilled, it was time to honor hers. “If I’m to satisfy your final bet, I need to fetch equipment out of my truck.”
Brad could see the nerves hit. Shey held her breath for a moment before answering, “Of course.”
He gave a quick whistle, and Cayenne peeked out from under the bed. “Enjoy the company of my feline companion while I fetch the required items.”
He liked the idea of leaving Shey alone with abundant time to anticipate their scene together. Those prolonged minutes of expectation would enrich her overall experience.
Brad knew many Doms were in such a rush to begin a scene that they failed to utilize the simple tool of time. It was a shame, because it not only added to the scene but immediately established dominance.
After persuading the overly friendly valet to let him get items from the truck himself, Brad made his way to the vehicle and searched through his box of equipment, picking out three different instruments: one for a novice, one if Shey was feeling more adventurous, and the last if she was willing to trust him completely.
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br /> Brad chuckled to himself as he stuffed them into a duffle bag. Tonight was proving to be far more interesting than he originally planned—but he was not one to complain. He understood this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to scene with the beautiful redhead.
After tonight, they would go their separate ways…
Submission
Brad stood by the entrance of his suite for a few moments before opening the doors. He was not surprised to find Shey standing there waiting for him, with Cayenne nestled in her arms.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
Her eyes widened, but Shey dutifully set the kitten down and sank to the floor, staring up at him expectantly.
Brad shut the doors behind him, using an authoritative tone when he explained, “Although this won’t be a formal lesson, you will call me Master and I will address you as slave during tonight’s session.”
She gave a quick gasp but lowered her head and answered, “Yes, Master.”
Hearing those words come from her lips affected him on a profound level. He realized that he would have to separate himself emotionally or risk getting caught up in this scene. Brad placed his hand on her head, her red locks stirring something primal inside him. “Stand, slave, and serve your Master.”
He felt her quiver under his hand. Shey slowly stood, missing the grace of a trained submissive, but Brad found it charming. He’d always had a special heart for “wild ones”.
Although Shey was curious about exploring the lifestyle, she was still an unbroken filly. There was excitement in breaking one in…
“I want you to grab your thong from the table and strip down to only your bra and panties while I dress for play.”
“Should I kneel again once I’m done?”
“Excellent question,” he complimented, and rewarded her with additional instructions. “You will stand in the entryway to the dining room with your hands and feet touching the gold frame so that you are displayed for my pleasure.”
He continued toward the bedroom, grinning to himself. His requested position would give her a similar look to being bound to a St. Andrew’s Cross—a sexy presentation for him to enjoy, while also being an exposing stance for her. A good first test…