“Simon,” I barely get out. My heart is racing, and my breaths are unsteady.
“Sadie,” he says before his nose skims the length of my inner thigh. He settles between my legs, and clutching my ass, he pulls me against his scorching mouth. “Let’s see which way you like it best.”
With fingers from both hands, he opens me up. I gasp as I feel the cool air. His tongue meets my clit on the first attempt, and I try not to dwell on how he learned this talent. I also try to jerk away from the sudden, intense intrusion.
He won’t allow it, and his tongue begins to flick. It’s barely touching me each time, but its precise execution is delivering immense pleasure.
He stops every few seconds, and I’m not trying to escape any longer. I grab his hair and moan, only wanting more. He twirls his tongue and then flicks, and I’m dying to feel some kind of release.
“Oh, my god, I’ve gotten a taste of the teasing and taunting, and it’s driving me mad.”
He chuckles. “Do we need to stop, so you can record data of this experiment? I’d hate for you to forget any details.”
“I couldn’t forget. Lord, please don’t stop.”
“Part two. Feasting on the pussy.”
“Simon!” I swat the top of his head and stifle a laugh.
His hands slip around to my ass again, and he brings me to his face. His tongue shoves into me, catching me off guard. He fucks me with it, creating another pleasurable but different sensation.
I’m moaning loudly, and he groans before his tongue goes back to my clit. He sucks on it, and I cry out. His mouth is now hard against me, his tongue stroking repeatedly.
Bumps cover my skin, and I shiver from the overwhelming buildup of sensations. As if he knows I’m there, he flicks his tongue, again and again, right on my clit.
It’s my undoing. I scream as my muscles contract, the pleasure swallowing me up.
“Fuck, I’ve got to be inside you now.”
I will my eyes open, and he’s rising to his knees. He picks up the condom he had tossed on the bed earlier and rips the package open with his teeth.
I’m mesmerized but intimidated by the confidence he possesses as he slides it right on. He knows exactly what he’s doing. My mouth falls open, and I suck in air when he strokes himself a couple of times.
Falling over, his hands come down, landing next to each side of my head. He kisses my forehead. “Ready, Sadie?”
I nod as I still struggle to regulate my breathing. He thrusts into me and stops. The veins on his neck are corded, the bluish-purple tint of them showing through the crimson of his skin.
Pulling back, he thrusts again, going deeper. He drops to his forearms and kisses my mouth. For the first time ever, I’m tasting my arousal.
“Sorry, but this is going to be quick. Your taste and the way you responded to me have me so fucking turned on.”
He drives into me and sets a pace. His eyes are locked with mine, and I’m discovering that even when Simon is doing something for himself, he manages to be thoughtful.
He lives in every single moment, and all of the times we’ve spent together have me falling hard for him. It not the “little harder” like he described about me.
No, I need Simon Cassano to feel like I’m living.
Chapter Eighteen
Sadie
Gnawing on my pencil, I realize I’m daydreaming again. I should be studying. I’ve been at the local coffee shop for an hour, but all I can do is think of Simon’s intense eyes as they stared down at me in my bed. My body heats from the thought of how he moved inside of me.
That was a few nights ago. Then, I think of him not being there when I awoke, and I feel nothing but sadness. I’ll never experience another date that amazing with any other man, yet I don’t know if any other man could hurt me the way Simon did by leaving that night.
My mind drifts off again to that morning…
I stretch my body as the sunlight casting into my bedroom wakes me. The events from the night before come to light in my mind, as well, so I abruptly open my eyes.
I’m in bed alone.
Wrapping the sheet around me, I pad out of my room. The bathroom door is open, and the living room is empty. So is my heart now.
My purse has been moved from the floor to the counter, so I go to it and pull out my phone. I have one text message.
Simon: Whenever you feel overlooked by a man, remember it is only because he knows he doesn’t deserve you.
I toss my phone across the counter and pull the sheet tighter around me. Heavy tears trail down my cheeks and pepper my arms. I hurry to my room and sob into my pillow. He really left for good.
“Damn, did your dog die or something?” a male’s voice asks. I lift my head up and see the creepy man from the strip club before me. He’s the guy who wanted my attention in Simon’s group.
“Uh, no, I’m studying.” I blink away the tears that have welled up in my eyes.
“Oh, man, you’re the girl from the club.” He’s pointing and grinning now. I look around, praying no one overhears.
“I’m Sadie, and I’d like to forget that experience.”
“I’m Noah, and I was right; you were a newbie. Simon should’ve taken better care of you. I would’ve made sure it was a night you never forgot.”
“I want to forget I ever attempted, um, that job, not the whole night.” I glance around the room again, but luckily everyone is either chatting it up with their tablemates or have earbuds in. I’m sure any second he’s going to call me a stripper.
“That’s too bad.” He leans his upper body over until his face is in front of mine. His eyes are so light they’re almost grey but not in an attractive way. There is something unkind to the unusual color.
“If you’re in need of some extra cash, we could work out something between us. You know, in a more private setting than the club.”
I know my chin needs to be picked up from the table. I give him a dirty look. “I’m not even going to dignify your proposition with an answer. No, actually, I do have one–fuck off.”
As his smile disappears, he squeezes the cleft of my chin between his thumb and finger hard, causing me to gasp.
“Don’t get self-righteous on me. If you think Simon Cassano is going to treat you like anything other than a cheap whore, then you need to remove these blinders.” He taps one lens of my glasses with his other hand.
My body is trembling, and I’m holding my breath when he smiles sardonically and releases me. I snatch up my stuff from the table and bolt out the door.
My hand shakes as I unlock my car. Peeling out of the parking lot, I look in my mirror for confirmation that I’m not being followed. That guy is scary as hell, and I pray I never see him again.
I did somewhat beg Simon to stay with me that night. Did I act like a whore? No, I didn’t, and he knew I never desired only sex. The last words I said to him were that I was falling for him fast and to let me.
I remember him kissing me on the forehead and saying OK. But it wasn’t OK. He didn’t mean it at all.
Simon
“Why the fuck did Noah want us to meet him here? There is a swarm of people going into that frat house?” Kruse asks.
“I think that’s the idea. We’ll draw less attention this way,” I reply as I roll down the window to the Escalade and light a cigarette.
“I thought you quit those.”
I think of her again and toss it out the window. I’m sure the scientist has a hundred page report typed up on the negative effects of nicotine.
“Now, you’re littering.”
“What the fuck?!”
Kruse bursts into laughter. “Dude, I’m fucking with you.” Tommy joins in from the backseat with a chuckle.
“Damn, there’s some sweet-looking ass out here,” he adds.
We’re in a parking lot to an apartment building near a university campus. A frat party is going on across the street, so college students are all around our vehicle, hanging out by their cars or pa
rking to walk over to the party.
I didn’t attend college, so I’m already feeling out of my element. It also reminds me of Sadie. Then, add the fact we’re here to buy a carload of weapons, and I’m fucking stressed to the max.
This is actually a small sale in the world of arms dealing, but it’s my first and takes my working relationship with Noah to a level I’m not comfortable with. This right here is also why I need not to call Sadie.
It’s for her own fucking good. That’s what I keep telling myself every time my finger hovers over her number on my phone. It was three nights ago when I left her alone in her bed in the middle of the night.
“There they are,” I say. Noah nods from the passenger seat of a Tahoe before they pull into the spot next to us. “Tommy, move to the driver’s seat in case we have to get out of here fast.”
Kruse and I climb out and greet Noah and the driver at the back of the Escalade. “You really think this is the best place to meet?” I ask with frustration.
“Look around,” Noah says, nodding with his head. “What’s everyone carrying? Booz. They’re preoccupied, too. Why do you think I told you to dress down?”
“Who’s this?” I ask, nodding to the driver.
“This is Flynn. He handles this side of the business.”
I shake his outstretched hand. “I’m Simon.”
He nods and hits a button on his keychain. The back of the Tahoe lifts, so I step over to it with him. He opens one side of a sturdy cardboard box, enough for me to see in. There is a row of AR-15 military style rifles stacked neatly inside.
“Help us move these, and leave your payment right here in the back,” Flynn instructs quietly. He’s at least my age, probably older, whereas Noah is a couple of years younger.
He’s clean cut, too, with short brown hair, and looks straight up like an executive. I had a stereotype of how this guy would appear, and he’s blown that all to hell.
“Look, I’m doing this as a favor for Noah. I bid government contracts. I don’t need to get my hands dirty, but he convinced me to make an exception, so don’t fuck me over.”
“Don’t worry, man. Kruse,” I say, nodding for him to come help. I pick up a box, and he follows suit. Six are moved to the Escalade. I leave an envelope of money in place of one of them.
“I ran into that fine stripper today. You know, the one you were with at the club last weekend. She’s got a mouth on her,” Noah says as he slams the back of the Escalade for me.
My entire body stiffens. My jaw locks, and a territorial feeling like nothing I’ve experienced before takes over.
“You saw Sadie?”
“Is she yours? If so, that’s a damn shame. I thought if you’re only her friend, you could put in a good word for me in exchange for what I did for you here.”
His mouth twitches, wanting to reveal a smirk. Asshole. He knows damn well Sadie is off limits, but it doesn’t mean shit to him. Noah wants what he can’t have.
“Yes, she’s mine,” I say slowly and clearly. It might be a lie in the technical sense, but not in my heart and head. Actually, my entire body feels as if it’s on the frontline, ready for battle to protect its woman. Fuck, I want her. And I’ll kill him if he touches her.
He holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, chill, man. If she’s that important to you, I’ll back off.” I hear the grind of my teeth as my jaw shifts. Kruse grabs my arm.
“Dude, we should get out of here.”
I stare Noah down as I pull a piece of Nicorette gum from my pocket. “She’s mine. I’ll see you around Submission,” I say before I pop it into my mouth and turn to stroll to the passenger door.
“Or not. I’m growing a little tired of your place.”
Ignoring him, I slam the door closed.
“Fuck, bro, I thought you were about to break his neck or something,” Kruse says once he trades spots with Tommy.
“The thought crossed my mind. Get us the hell out of here.”
“I didn’t know you were handing in your man whore card, either,” he adds with a laugh.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m not with Sadie. I’m only trying to look out for her. Noah’s not right in the head.”
“Whatever, dude. I’ve never seen you like this before.” Kruse is right about that, and he would know. We met right after I got to Las Vegas. We were both hanging out poolside at Mandalay Bay.
I was killing time while Theo, Adrian and Zev had one of their many business meeting with investors over getting an older hotel on the strip converted to Hotel Submission and Casino.
I had left high school and knew hardly anyone in a strange city. Kruse and I became friends, and it helped me a lot since he was from Vegas.
His father led security at Mandalay, and he was interested in the field, too, so once Submission opened, we hired him. After we were making serious dough, I was able to give back to Kruse for the friendship he had shown me.
He is even more loyal today, and we have many people working under him, so he can be where we need him at all times.
“Man, I think we wasted our fucking time and a shitload of money,” I say.
“Why do you think that?” Kruse asks.
“Flynn said he usually only bids on government contracts. He’s a legal arms dealer. He said he did this as a favor for Noah. That means Noah is likely only getting drugs from Juárez, not guns, too. He was serious when he told me he doesn’t deal with this shit.”
“Fuck, so this won’t get you any closer to meeting his dealer.”
I sit quietly for several seconds, replaying my conversation with Noah. “Son of a bitch, he wants me to show him I’m serious about this and that he can trust me. That’s what he was trying to tell me. If I want in deeper with the deals, I have to hand over Sadie.”
Adrian
It’s evening, and I told Victoria what time I would return from New Jersey, but she isn’t visible in the penthouse when I arrive home. Disappointed, I pull out my phone to text her.
Me: Where are you?
Victoria: In your bed, waiting for my continuing education class. I must say I’m enjoying them … Sir.
Damn, I love this woman. Why do our lives outside of these walls have to be so complicated? I slip off my shoes and stroll toward the bedroom. My watch is removed next, and I come to a standstill at the doorway when I see her.
My breath hitches as my eyes roam over her scintillating body. Her lush hair is draped over her chest, curls nestled against her hardened nipples.
Pearls are wrapped around both wrists, and a strand is running from between her teeth to her hand. Black sheer thigh highs catch my attention next and striking red heels.
“Victoria,” I exhale huskily.
Victoria
I slide the pearls along my mouth before removing them. “Good evening, handsome.”
“It just became a whole lot better than ‘good.’”
I’m nervous but try not to reveal it as I smile at him.
“I figured you’ve seen me in a negligee, so I had to step it up a notch. The pearls aren’t real, but that’s a good thing since you’ll need them to tie me up.”
“Holy fuck, baby, you’ve made my day.”
Stalking toward me, his eyes are wild with lust as they peruse the goods before him. He sets his watch and phone on the nightstand and pulls a strand of pearls off my wrist while leaning in to kiss me. His tongue barely swirls with mine, but the passion between us feels like dynamite.
“You’re so goddamn sexy,” he mouths against my lips. “Roll over for me.”
I turn to my stomach and stretch out with my arms by my side. Moving to the end of the bed, he clasps the back of my ankles.
In one swift move, he thrusts my legs upward until my heels are at my ass. He spreads them next, and I feel a tickle between my legs from his hair.
With his face there, he inhales a deep breath, and I tremble when his tongue strokes me right down the middle.
“You smell and taste divine. Time to tie you up and pleasu
re you. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
In seconds, Adrian has one of my wrists bound to one of my ankles with a strand of faux pearls. He works on the other side, and I feel my muscles contracting, instinctually needing his cock to hold onto.
Standing next to the bed near my head, he holds out a long string of jewelry and surveys them. My cheek is pressed to the duvet as he twists them repeatedly, forming a wad of pearls.
“Open your mouth.” I do as he commands, and the pearls are soon inside. “Bite down on them. At no time are you to let them go unless you’re choking. Understood.”
I nod, feeling my desire strengthen, along with my trust toward Adrian. A constant simmer of yearning for him deep in my essence keeps me feeling alive and centered.
These moments between us carry over to when we’re physically apart, ensuring we’re bound by love and trust. He’s teaching me I can surrender my control and follow directions with a positive outcome.
I watch him unbutton his navy dress shirt. I imagine my fingers combing through his chest hair next, my hands molding to his biceps that flex as he pulls off his dark khakis.
His raging erection appears, and I stare at it blatantly. His physique dominates with strength and form.
“Christ, Victoria, you are not adorned in pearls. You adorn them. I want to be bound to you to that measure.”
I mumble against the jewelry in my mouth. I want to scream to him that we are that close and that he’s the exquisite one.
“It’s time to get you off.” His fierce gaze takes another long look at me before he climbs onto the bed from behind. With his fingers spread wide, he palms the back of my upper thighs and begins the assault I welcome.
In no time, his tongue has me moaning against the pearls. My body shakes against the restriction of movement as an orgasm rips through me.
“Open your mouth.” Reaching his hand around, he removes the pearls and then unties my wrists and ankles. “Up on all fours. I’m fucking you now–hard.”
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