by Alexa Riley
I’ll try anything to get her to come back out as the silence stretches between us.
“Ask me,” I say, taking another bite of my steak. She’s already eaten almost all of her rib-eye, and I can see my window is closing. Soon she’ll be done and have a reason to leave. She wants to turn the conversation back around to me. That’s fine if it will get her talking again.
“Do you always buy women two-million-dollar bottles of champagne and let them take what they want from your casino? I’d think that would’ve left you broke pretty damn quick. Not that I’m complaining.” She raises her champagne glass in a small teasing gesture before taking another sip.
“Can’t say I’ve ever let someone who robbed my casino walk out of here before.”
Her eyes come to mine, and she tilts her head, making those golden blonde curls bounce again. Goddamn, seeing her ride my cock as her tresses bounced all around her would be heaven.
“Did you just threaten me?” Her tone doesn’t sound worried. Good. I wasn’t trying to worry her. A lot of people fear me, and I don’t want her to be one of them.
“Don’t think I can say I’ve treated them to a two-million-dollar bottle of champagne before I got the skin owed to me after they took something that was mine.” I lean in a little, taking a deep breath, disappointed that all I can smell is the food on the table.
“But you said—”
“Oh, I’ll be taking some of your skin tonight. In my hands, mouth, and any other way I can come up with. As for the walking out of here, never said I was letting you leave.” I smile so she thinks I’m teasing, but not a word of what I just said was a joke. No one takes something that’s mine, and she’s that. I won’t allow even her to take herself from me.
He breathing picks up at my words, but no sassy remark leaves her mouth. I like that I shocked her, made her lose her step, but fuck, do I love when she comes back on something I’ve said. No one talks to me like she does. I think I could get off to nothing but her voice.
She’s leaned in a little, so we aren’t too far apart across the small table. This time I reach out and wrap one of her long blonde curls around my finger. As I lift just the edge to my nose, the smell of warm honey fills my lungs and makes my cock leak pre-cum.
“Come back to my room with me. I’ll put this champagne to use. Lick every drop of it off your body.”
I can see the hesitation in her eyes, but she licks her lips.
I place my hand under her chin, drawing her eyes to mine.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t assume that you coming back to my room means we’re going to have sex. Unless you count my tongue fucking your pussy to see if you not only smell like honey but taste like it, too.”
Her lips part a little at my words, a small gasp leaving her. I steal the opening to pull her to me, closing the distance and taking her mouth. The taste of champagne hits my tongue, sweet and warm. I hold myself back from devouring her mouth, which is what I really want to do. I want to show her that this is all about pleasing her. Making her crave me. Showing her what I can give her if she’ll let me. She might be blunt and in your face, but I can tell she’s a runner, and I don’t want to give her a reason to.
My tongue lazily sweeps into her mouth, and she opens a little more to me. I deepen the kiss at her invitation, and she slowly starts to kiss me back. Pulling back, I try to read her expression, but her eyes remain closed, her fingers coming to her lips like she’s savoring the kiss, almost like she’s never felt lips on hers before.
The act is simple and so innocent. When her eyes finally open, I can see that mask is finally gone again.
“Take me to your room.”
She barely finishes the words before I’m rising from my chair. She grabs the bottle of champagne from the table, making me smile at her. I take it from her and grab her hand before making my way to the front of the restaurant.
It’s then I see Samantha sitting at a corner table. She rises from her chair and moves towards me. There aren’t many female power players in Vegas, but she’s definitely in that small window, and I have great respect for her. She’s cunning and seems to always be two steps ahead of everyone else. Luckily, she’s never had anything that I needed, something I’m sure drives her crazy. Money isn’t the only thing Sam likes to collect; she likes to collect favors as well.
Just like me, there aren’t many in this town who don’t owe her a few of those. But right now I don’t have time for whatever it is she wants to talk about.
“Don.” Her cool eyes lock on me before they move on to Peaches. A smirk breaks onto her lips when she sees my hand locked with Peaches’. Samantha is so put together you’d almost think she was a politician's wife’s at first glance, not a woman who auctions off Mistresses to the richest men in America.
Everything about her is always in place, and she never shows emotion. But everyone knows how well she treats the girls she auctions off. I often wonder how she is with them and if this facade is only directed at men.
“Sam.” I give her as little as possible, not wanting to engage in conversation. This only makes her study Peaches more intently. I pull her close in a possessive move and give Sam a hard look.
“Interesting. I didn’t think you’d be into curves with a taste of the south. I guess I always pictured you into the tall and quiet type. She doesn’t look quiet at all. Although I’ve never even seen you as much as look at a woman before.”
“What does—” Peaches starts to say, but I cut her off, not wanting to get into it with Sam. That’s just what she wants. To know what my type might be, thinking that she could find out what I like in a woman and get a Mistress I might be interested in. Not fucking happening. There’s only one woman I’ll ever have. Even if she won’t be mine, I’ll spend my time trying to make her mine. I’m not stashing a Mistress away, wanting her to be something she could never live up to.
“If you need to talk, call my assistant. I’m sure you have her number.”
“You might be hearing from me sooner than you think.”
Not likely, but I keep that to myself. She might call, but I won’t be answering. I don’t need what she’s selling. With that, I continue to lead Peaches out of the restaurant, but not before I glance over Sam’s shoulder and lock eyes with Leo Ramsey. Ramsey’s the biggest real estate dealer in Vegas and is not a man I often see out. If it doesn’t have to do with business, Ramsey isn’t there. I’ve never even seen him at any events before. It’s strange to see him here. Maybe Sam keeps him well supplied with Mistresses off in a love pad somewhere.
When we hit the elevators, I pull her inside, and I already know what’s coming.
“Who was that?”
I want to tell her it doesn’t matter, but I know she’ll push, and I did tell her I’d answer truthfully anything she ever asked me.
“Samantha is in the business of selling Mistresses to the highest bidders.”
I look down at Peaches to gauge her reaction. She goes to step back and tries to pull her hand from mine, but I just pull her closer.
“No, I’ve never used her services.” For some reason I want her to know that. I don’t like her thinking my interest is so easily swayed. I want to make her understand what she means to me. “But I know people who have. My two sons used her once and married the woman they bought. I’ve never used the service myself, but Sam is good at what she does. Everyone seems to get what they want.”
Chapter Six
Don
She doesn’t say anything in response. She just looks up to me with her big, green eyes and nods slightly. I’m sure she understands, but it’s a lot to take in. And it wasn’t great timing as we were on our way out of the restaurant.
Sliding my fingers up her neck and around her jaw, I don’t break eye contact. “You feel this between us, don’t you?”
“Yes.” It’s a whisper, but it’s there.
“Let me love your body tonight. I might die if you don’t let me have you in some wa
y.” Leaning in, I keep my lips just a breath away. “Please, Georgia. Just a taste.”
She closes the tiny distance between us and presses her mouth to mine. I wrap my arms around her, still holding the champagne bottle in one hand, my other going to her lush ass. Gripping it tightly, I lift her to me, and her legs wrap around my waist.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing her against the wall of the elevator, grinding my hard cock against her heat. Her light sundress is pushed up her thighs, and I can feel the burning warmth of her core through my slacks.
I start to grind my hips against her as the kiss gets wilder. I feel her fingers run through my hair, gripping it hard. Her thighs squeeze my hips, and a moan escapes my mouth. My body is taking over, and all I feel is a primal need to be inside her.
Ding.
I move my lips down her neck, biting and licking her there. Her honey smell is so sweet, I want to rub it all over my face.
Ding.
As I rub hard against her covered pussy, she moans my name, and I swear to Christ I cum a little in my suit slacks. A pulse runs up my cock, and I feel a wet spot form on my pants as I hold myself to her, trying to keep from cumming more.
Ding.
“Take me to your bed, Antonio,” she breathes as she tries to pull me closer to her.
“Whenever the elevator stops,” I mumble, moving my lips down her neck to her big breasts.
“I’m no elevator operator, but that damn door has been open for ten minutes, big guy.”
She laughs as I look up in a daze. I can see my reflection in the mirror. My hair is everywhere, and I look drunk.
Pulling her to me, I carry her out of the elevator and hit the button to close the doors. I carry her through the foyer to the main double doors that lead to my penthouse at the top of the casino.
I’ve lived in this building for a long time, but I’ve yet to bring a woman home. It’s been an embarrassingly long time since I even went on a date with a woman. I can’t remember the last time it was that I did more than that. Any thought of anyone else left my memory the second I first laid eyes on this little card counter.
It’s funny how three weeks ago, I was perfectly content with being alone. But since seeing Peaches, everything has changed.
I open the door and walk us in, kicking it closed behind us. Everything on this floor is open plan with windows showing the Vegas skyline on either side.
“Jesus, take the wheel. This place is fancy.”
I laugh and kiss her neck as she looks around the place. I carry her to the bedroom, feeling her neck crane to see everything.
“Later, Sweet Cream. I’ve only got one room I need to show you.”
Feeling her thighs tighten around me, I smile against her skin. When we reach the bedroom, I set the champagne on the table by the bed and take her to the end of it, setting her down.
I go to stand back, but her arms wrap tighter around me. I look down into her eyes, and suddenly I see a bit of worry there.
Putting my hands on either side of her face, I try to figure out what’s going on. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” She blinks a few times and tries to look away, but I don’t let her. “Georgia, I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.” Her answer is quick, and her hands come to rub on my chest. “I’ve—” She stops and bites her lips. “I just may not be as good as you’re used to, and I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”
I’m so baffled by her words, I go to my knees in front of her. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, so she’s just slightly taller than me. I wrap my arms around her waist and look up into her eyes.
“You could never disappoint me. Just relax and let me do the work. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy what I do to you. That’s all I need to make this the single greatest night of my life.”
I see the blush creep across her cheeks, and she shyly nods at me.
Leaning up, I kiss her lips softly as I take off my suit jacket. I feel her tug at my tie as my lips move down her jaw to her collarbone. Reaching up, I push her jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. Once my tie is gone, her fingers go to the buttons of my shirt, and I reach around her back, unzipping her sundress.
Her long blonde curls brush against my face as I rub my hands down her naked back, and I close my eyes, enjoying the slight tickle.
When she’s finished with my shirt, I help her take it off, along with my undershirt. Looking down, I see her perfect creamy hands run along my chest, rubbing against my chest hair. There are some gray ones there, and it’s strange to see her young flawless fingers against my tanned skin.
She’s too good for me.
Looking into her eyes as I pull the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exposing her big breasts topped with hard nipples begging for my mouth.
I press on her shoulders and get her to lie back on the bed as I slip the dress off her along with her shoes. I take off my shoes and slacks as well, leaving me only in my underwear. As I look down at her thick curvy body, I see she’s only wearing a lacy teal thong, and the sight is hotter than anything I’ve ever seen in my life.
The material of my boxer briefs is being stretched beyond the laws of science, and my hard cock is nearly bursting to get out.
I crawl on the bed on top of her, feeling her warm naked skin against mine. “I’m going to leave my boxers on. I need to keep some kind of control, and this should put you at ease. Okay?”
She bites her lip and nods.
Giving her lips a gentle kiss, I move down a little to kiss the soft skin between her breasts. I lick her there, and she lets out a tender moan. Slowly I make my way to each one, kissing all around her nipples, nibbling on the soft flesh and holding them in my hands.
Her body moves under me, her need building. I move my mouth to her nipple, finally licking her there, biting down just slightly and hearing her sounds break through the silence.
Moving to her other nipple, I give it equal treatment, feeling her squirm with need as her fingers grip my hair.
“Antonio. Please.”
Looking up into her eyes, I smile at her. “Beg me, my sweet. I want your voice to ring in my ears.”
I move down her belly, kissing the softness there. I run my hands along her waist, my fingers rubbing her tender flesh. I love how every part of her is soft. As if I could sink into her curves and be molded against her. It’s what I desire most. To be so deeply embedded into her, that she can never leave me.
Moving down her body I kiss her hips, licking each of them before going to the waist of her panties. I run my lips along the edge there, licking just inside against her warm, sweet skin.
Her hips move up, trying to get me to do more, and I just smile against her. I put my mouth directly over her panty-covered pussy and look up into her eyes. “Beg me,” I whisper on her warmth, and I feel her shudder under me.
“I swear to God, the devil took lessons from you.” I can hear the laugh in her voice, but the need is greater. “Please, Antonio. I’m begging you.”
At her words, I pull her panties to the side, revealing her perfect pink lips, and lower my mouth to her naked pussy. Her sweet honey hits my mouth, and I can no longer hold myself back. I close my eyes and kiss her pussy like I would kiss her mouth, cumming inside my boxer briefs as I do so.
Thick spurts of cum shoot out my cock as my tongue sweeps across her clit, and her sweetness rubs on my face. Just the first taste of her young pussy and I cum all over myself. What will I do if I ever get inside her?
I feel her body move under me, and I reach up, holding her hips down to keep her from taking away the sweetest treat I’ve ever tasted. I lick down and, like I promised, fuck her tight hole with my tongue.
Rubbing her clit with my thumb and licking inside her is enough to send her over the edge. Her body’s wound so tightly that the slight touches are enough to have her back bowing off the bed as she screams my name.
Her sweet, sticky honey cum hits my tongue, and I lick it up, eating her org
asm like I’m a man on death row and it’s my last meal.
Once the last of her tremors have stopped and I feel her come back down on the bed, I move up her body, kissing every inch of her on my way up.
I get to her lips and she rubs her hands across my chest. I take her mouth in a kiss, and I feel her tongue sweep in, tasting herself on me.
“Now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet pussy, let’s see how it is with champagne.”
Chapter Seven
Peaches
I run my finger down Antonio’s jaw, feeling the rough grit of a day-old shave. He’s got gray hair there, and a few wrinkles around his eyes, but he’s still incredibly gorgeous. His head tilts a little like he’s trying to lean into my touch. I had no idea a man could worship a woman's body like that. Nor did I know it was possible to cum that many times. Orgasm after orgasm seemed to blend together as the night went on. Everything was about me. Like he couldn’t get enough of me. At some point I finally passed out, coming to wrapped tightly in his arms.
Most of the men I’ve dealt with since I got to Vegas were more concerned about what I could do for them. Though I shouldn’t complain because I was doing the same thing with them. I just never let them get what they wanted from me. Antonio never tried to take me fully, and at one point I even begged a little for him to.
Begged. A man. I roll over and sit on the side of the bed completely naked. It had taken me thirty minutes to slowly untangle myself from his arms as I desperately tried not to wake him. It felt too good being wrapped in his arms. Unwanted feelings bombarded me, and I knew I couldn't allow myself to have them. The man was making me want something I couldn’t want.
I’ve learned there are two types of men in this world. Assholes and ones that can make you fall utterly in love with them, like my daddy did with my mama. I didn’t want either of those. Both just ended up hurting you.