by Rebel Rose
If she doesn’t know, it’s because her grandmother doesn’t want her to know. “I’m not certain that the elder Emma Grant would appreciate my telling her granddaughter about her past.”
“Whatever you tell me will be between us. I won’t say anything.”
“You can’t ever mention what I share with you to anyone. One doesn’t fuck with the Mafia, bebelle. Not even me.”
I have dealings with the Mafia but I’m careful to stay on their good side. We have an understanding that works for both of us, which often includes turning a blind eye to their activities within the walls of my casino. But I’m no saint, and I sleep just fine at night.
“I won’t say a word, Tristan. I swear.”
“I have some older employees who have been on the casino scene for a while. They remember your grandmother and told me that she was quite the catch back in the day.” And I don’t doubt that for a moment considering how gorgeous Emma Lia is. “She was beautiful enough to catch the eye of an Italian crime boss. I was told that they were lovers until he was killed.”
“Nana has always had a weakness for beautiful Italian men. I’d put my money on that being true.”
“You think so?”
She nods. “It wouldn’t surprise me, not even a little. Nana is… something else. Not at all a typical grandmother.”
“What about your grandfather?”
“They divorced when Dad was a toddler. He went back to Ireland. I’ve never even met him.”
She’s Irish. That’s where she gets that pale, milky skin that I love so much. Skin that is going to display the red marks of my flogger and crop so well.
Conrad was abandoned by his father. Emma Lia was abandoned by her mother. I see a pattern here, one I’m not unfamiliar with.
“Tell me about your day,” she says.
I was chest deep in filth. I hate dealing with gambling addicts. They make life hard for everyone around them. “It was a shitty day, but it got better when I came home and found you in the tub singing your heart out.”
She covers her eyes with her hand. “I can’t sing for shit.”
She sure can’t. “Perhaps not, but your attempt was stellar. What were you listening to when I came in?”
“‘For Everything a Reason’ by Carina Round.”
“I enjoyed listening to it while we were in the tub. I’d like you to put on some music like it later.”
“You mean when we make love?”
Making love. Damn, that is a term that’s going to take some getting used to. Not sure I ever will.
Everything about tonight is for her. But if I’m going to be giving her the vanilla that she wants, I might as well negotiate to get something that I want.
“Will you wear the silk ivory lingerie piece with ruffles and a bow that ties between the breasts?” If we’re going to do this sugary-sweet thing tonight then she might as well look the part. And that piece of lingerie is perfect for what I have in mind.
“I’ll wear anything you want me to wear.”
“Butt plug?”
She giggles. “Clarification: anything but that.”
I did something tonight that I’ve never done. Well, I did several somethings that I’ve never done, but I’m talking about one in particular: reading aloud to Emma Lia.
I found it to be an odd request, but she says that she loves my Cajun accent. Claims it turns her on, so how could I say no when she asked me to read The Thorn Birds to her?
I come to a good stopping place, and my cock knows what’s going to happen next. The fucker comes to attention at the very moment that I close the book. “Oh, that Father Ralph. He has been a bad boy.”
“Are they going to be together one day?”
“It’ll ruin the story if I tell you that.”
“He loves Meggie, and he’s going to leave the priesthood for her. I know he is.”
Emma Lia is a romantic. I see it clear as day, so I guess that she would hope for that.
“You’ll have to keep reading to find out.”
“I told my nana that I was reading the book, and she told me that there is a television miniseries. I checked, and iTunes sells it. I’m planning to watch it after I finish the book, but the damn thing is so freaking old. It came out in the early ‘80s.”
I’m amused that she sees that as ancient. “You are aware that I came out in the early ‘80s too? In 1982.”
She giggles. “I sometimes forget that you’re fourteen years older than me.”
“Do you consider me old?” I’m thirty-six. That’s closer to forty than thirty. I’m pretty sure that I thought that was old when I was her age.
“You’re not old to me, Tristan. Not even a little.”
She’s stretched out on the couch, eyes closed. Her back is propped against the arm of the couch, and her feet are resting on my lap. Her feet are small and pretty, like every other part of her. Sexy even, with the black polish on her toes that has slightly grown away from the cuticle.
I pick up her right foot and apply light circular pressure to her heel. I massage it and delight in the quiet little moans that come from her slightly parted lips. “Mmm… that feels really good.”
Surrendering to an unexpected urge, I lift her foot to my mouth and suck her big toe lightly, swirling my tongue around it. She inhales sharply and lifts her head from the arm of the sofa to look at me.
I suck her middle toes and her breathing increases. That’s when I realize that this is turning her on. Which turns me on.
Her eyes are on mine when I take her other foot from my lap and give it the same oral treatment. Her toes curl at the touch of my tongue, and her breathing is now panting. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips as she watches my mouth, and blood rushes to fill my cock.
I swear to God that I’m perpetually hard when I’m with this woman.
I return her foot to my lap and slowly glide my hand up her leg beneath her sundress. My fingers reach the inside of her thigh and the muscles there are quivering with tension as I approach that sweet cunt between her legs. And because I want to tease her and also myself, I barely brush the silk fabric of her panties over the outer edge of her pussy lips.
I would fuck her right here and now, but Ray hasn’t left for the night yet, and I’m not down with any other man seeing what I consider mine. And then there’s also Claudia to consider.
“I think that we should take this to the bedroom.”
She nods. “I think so too.”
“Go upstairs and put on the ivory chemise without the panties. And take care of the music. I’ll give you a few minutes to get ready, and then I’ll come and join you.”
“All right.”
Emma Lia gets ups and walks toward the staircase. “Bebelle…”
She stops and turns to look at me. “Yes?”
“My bedroom tonight.”
She smiles. “Okay.”
Longest ten-minute wait of my life. But it’s worth every minute when I see Emma Lia sitting on my bed, wearing that sweet, innocent-looking silk gown. She looks like a virginal bride on her wedding night. “Wow. Even more beautiful than I anticipated.”
“Thank you.”
She watches me as I cross the room. I stop at the bedside and pull my T-shirt over my head. “What song is this?”
“‘Just Breathe.’”
The song is slow and easy. Exactly what I think she wants from me tonight. “Who sings it?”
“Benjamin Francis Leftwich.”
Her choices in music are interesting to me. Definitely not top-one-hundred chart toppers. “Never heard of him, but I like it.”
I kick out of my shoes, drop my jeans and boxer briefs to the floor, and kick them away.
Her bright eyes are hooded with desire as she watches me climb onto the bed between her legs and hover above her soft, tender flesh. I ignore my aching cock and place light kisses on the insides of her thighs, gradually moving up until I reach her pussy.
I spread her folds apart with my fingers and fli
ck my tongue over her clit. She pushes her fingers into the top of my hair and rocks her hips against my mouth. “Ohhh… Tristan… uhhh… that feels sooo good.”
Fuck, I love hearing her praise my oral skills.
I push my erect tongue inside her hole, penetrating her as deeply as I can, tasting her essence. I relish every drop that I lap from her body; it’s so fucking sweet. Her pussy has the best taste in the world.
She shudders and fists the top of my hair, using her grip to press my face harder between her legs as she rocks against it. I delight in every gasp and moan as my tongue works the sensitive nerves at the peak of her vagina.
She breathes harder, and her thighs tremble on each side of my head. Her hips lift off the bed, and her pussy grinds against my tongue. If those don’t confirm her orgasm, the sudden taste of salty-sweet moisture does.
She goes limp, and I crawl up her body. She squirms beneath me as I kiss her body on the way up. “I love everything about your body. It’s perfect.”
“I am in no way perfect.”
“You are to me.”
This is the point where I’d normally slide my cock in and pound her tight little pussy until I explode, but not this time. Tonight is for her. I’m going to give her what she asked for.
I’m going to make love to her.
I continue moving up her body and place my mouth over her ear. “You are so sweet, bebelle,” I whisper. She shivers and my cock throbs harder, my balls full and aching to fill her with cum, which makes my next words come out low and raspy. “So fucking sweet.”
I push the bottom of her gown up, exposing her soft, round breasts. Her rosy nipples are hard, practically begging for my mouth. I close my lips over her taut bud, sucking gently. She massages my scalp with her fingertips and makes a sound that’s a cross between a moan and whimper. I give my attention to her other nipple, sucking on it until her body is quaking underneath me.
I release her nipple and move up her body, my chest smoothly gliding against the silk of her bunched gown, until we’re face-to-face. My lower arms take the brunt of my weight while I hold myself over her.
Emma Lia’s eyes are unfocused, clouded by the blissful aftermath of her orgasm, but they close when I lower my mouth to hers, claiming it with a deep, thorough kiss. Her arms come up and around my neck, her breasts pushing against my chest. Her tongue slides over mine, and I know that she can taste herself on my lips. The thought excites me, making my heart beat a little fast.
Holy fuck. My self-control is fraying.
I have to have her. Now.
I continue to kiss her while I use my knee to spread her thighs and press the head of my cock against her slick opening. I’m so hard that I don’t even need my hand as a guide to find where it needs to go.
I stop kissing her and look at her face faintly lit by the bedside lamp. Angelic. Wholesome. Unbroken. She’s everything that I’ve not had in a woman.
“I want you so much, Tristan,” she whispers.
I slide my hand into her hair to cradle the back of her head and press a soft kiss to her lips. “I want you too, sweet girl.”
Her eyes are on mine when I slowly push into her body. Her slick core accepts me, stretching and lengthening to accommodate my cock. I still when I’m all the way inside her and press my forehead to hers. Slow, I remind myself. You must go slow. For her. It’s what she asked for.
Her breath comes in soft little pants against my mouth when I move in and out. Her legs come up to clasp my hips, the movement bringing me deeper into her, and my dick begs to fuck her into the mattress. But I deny him.
Her arms are wrapped around my upper back and her nails lightly dig into my flesh. “You feel so good inside of me.”
“It’s so much better than good.”
Emma Lia arches against me, her legs wrapping around my body tighter. Every thrust brings me deeper into her until I feel like we’re fused and melding into one being. It’s a new sensation that I can’t give a name to or begin to explain, but I know that she is the reason for it.
She is what I want. She is what I need.
“It’s starting. I’m going to come again, Tristan.”
Her pussy contracts around my cock several times, and it triggers the climax of my orgasm. “I’m coming with you, bebelle.”
She squeezes my body closer using her legs and digs her fingers into the flexed muscles in my ass. “I want all of your cum inside me.”
“I’m giving all of it to you, baby.”
I move my hand from her head to the back of her neck and use my grasp to hold her in place when I thrust deep, my seed expelling out of my body and into hers. And I’m amazed by how intensely satisfying it is just knowing that she has that part of me inside her.
When our orgasms are over, Emma Lia’s hands cradle the sides of my face, and she pulls my face down to hers, pressing a kiss against my lips. “Thank you for that. It was perfect.”
I got to have sex with her, and it isn’t costing me a key pull. I should be the one thanking her. “I will give you vanilla anytime you want. All you have to do is ask, and I’m happy to oblige.”
She smiles. “You aren’t going along with this because it’s what I asked for.” Her finger pokes against my chest. “Mister… you… like… vanilla. You’re a Dom who likes making love. What would the friends you have within the lifestyle say about that?”
“They would think that I’ve lost my mind. Especially Easton.” And he wouldn’t get finished fucking with me about it if he knew.
“Well, Easton has already proven to me that he’s a freak between the sheets. I bet that guy couldn’t have vanilla sex if he tried. You, on the other hand, are exceptional at making love.”
Because it’s still sex. Of course, I’m good at it. How could I not be with this phenomenal dick? But she shouldn’t get too used to having it this way.
“Maybe I am, but I couldn’t do vanilla all of the time. The Dom inside me must have his release.” It isn’t pretty when the beast isn’t satiated. And he can only be held at bay for so long.
“And I can’t do straight-up Dom-sub all of the time. Just as you need to issue commands and punishments to receive gratification, I need to feel tenderness for fulfillment. Even if it isn’t associated with love and affection.”
“I don’t know how to read your cues for what you need. I’ve not had to do it in a long time, and honestly, I wasn’t ever really that good at it anyway. I’m going to need you to help me with that.”
She’s here to pay a debt. Get me off. I’m not supposed to give two shits if she’s getting what she needs from me to be fulfilled or not.
But I’m finding that I do care. I care very much.
“I think that you’re doing a wonderful job, but don’t worry. You aren’t the only one who is good at getting what you want. I’ll let you know if I need more from you.”
She tightens her legs around me and forces my hips to thrust against her. The movement forces my softening cock to slip out, the opposite of what she was going for, I think.
She puts her hands against my chest and pushes. “Roll over.”
“Why?”
“Just do it and you’ll find out.”
I know where she’s wanting to go with this. “You need to understand something, bebelle. I always top. Always. I don’t switch roles.”
“You can top when you’re in Dom mode, but right now you’re in vanilla mode, and I want to be on top.”
“Topping isn’t about position. It’s about who holds the control.”
“You always have all of the control, Mr. Bossypants. You know that.” She pushes on my chest again. “Get on your back. You’ll like what I’m going to do. Promise.”
The struggle in my head is a battle between something utterly dark and blindingly bright. The Dom inside me wrestles to hold onto complete control, but the brilliance of her light grows, and the darkness within me fades. I give in to her and the maddening, exasperating desire to give her what she wants.
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bsp; I concede.
I. Obey. My. Submissive.
And it makes me want to hit the fucking panic button.
Together we turn over and she gets on top on me, her legs spread wide and straddling my groin. I instantly wrap my arms around her hips to regain some control of the situation.
Okay. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all. I can handle this.
She flattens her palms against my chest and rubs them up and down my chest. “You have a beautiful body.”
“I’m glad you think so. I work hard for it.”
“I believe you; no one looks like this without working for it.”
She rolls my nipples between her thumb and index fingers and then pinches my nipples, sending a message to my dick, telling it to wake the fuck up. And it does, despite the orgasm I just had.
The “Just Breathe” song ends and the next begins. This one I recognize immediately. “You’re a Kings of Leon fan?”
“Yeah. ‘Conversation Piece’ is my favorite song on this album.”
“Agreed. It’s a great song.”
She lowers her body against mine, and her silky nightgown glides against my skin. Her elbows press into the pillow on each side of my head, and she kisses my mouth. I move my hands to the backs of her thighs and skate them upward until they reach her bare cheeks. I dig my fingers into her fleshy ass and spread her cheeks apart. For a moment, I consider dipping my finger into her slick pussy from behind and then slowly sliding it into her asshole. She’d like it. Hell, she’d love it. I know she would if she’d just give it a chance.
I want her asshole so fucking bad. I’m obsessed with it. And I’m going to have it. But I resist the temptation of trying to get in it tonight. Tonight is about her.
My hands abandon her ass cheeks and move around to her stomach, sliding up her torso beneath the silky fabric. I palm her breasts, her hands cupping over mine, and her nipples harden more beneath my touch.
Her own hands move up her chest to her shoulders, and then to the back of her neck as she rotates her hips, grinding her groin against mine. Reminds me of that scene from Urban Cowboy where Sissy rides that mechanical bull like she’s fucking it.
She reaches for the bottom of her chemise and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the floor. She is without one single bit of doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything about her is perfect to me.