Seriously?
“C’mon. Don’t be shy.”
He grabs my wrist and drags me, slipping his arms around my waist. He yanks me backward and I fall over his legs, my face burning as he tugs me against his chest. My pulse thunders in my ears as he adjusts himself. Then his lips singe the flesh on my neck. He kisses me, gentle and sweet. Or it would be if it weren’t for his hand curving around my upper thigh.
Is he fucking serious?
We’re seated at the poker table in close quarters with everyone else. Henry, the investment banker who sits next to us, focuses his gaze on the cards flipping in the dealer’s hand.
Slowly I slide my hand over his and then I dig my nails into his flesh. In response he moves his hand up my skirt and pinches the sensitive flesh around my upper thigh.
I turn my head ever so slightly and hiss through my teeth. “What the hell are you doing?”
“If you don’t sit still and take it like a good girl, you’ll take it like a bad girl upstairs.”
Then he plants another hot kiss on my cheek, and the hand clutches my thigh greedily. It feels good. Too fucking good. He knows exactly how to get a response from me, and his hand keeps inching up my thigh.
Take it like a bad girl upstairs.
What would that be like? I think back to the first time he bent me over his knee. I remember the swift burn and the way I trembled, anticipating the blow. Then pleasure when he smoothed his hand over my skin.
It almost makes me want to defy him, just so that I can experience that raw, passionate energy. Sometimes it feels good to be taken roughly and fucked hard, and the tattoo I got for him seems to have put Jack in a mood. He can’t stop fondling me under the table, and if we weren’t at a table full of other men I’d like to relax in his arms and let him have his way with me.
“Gentlemen, it’s ten thousand to sit down.”
Jesus.
Jack’s hand pauses momentarily as he leans forward and grabs a couple chips from the pile in front of him. I notice that they’re thousand-dollar chips and hold my breath as the dealer reveals the first couple cards. A nine and a two. Jack’s cards are shit. He folds.
A finger gently slides up my thigh. I freeze, and then someone coughs loudly and I jump a little. I feel him exchange something from his other hand, and then a small and hard piece of plastic presses up against my clit.
What the fuck?
His thumb massages the round plastic thing in a circle over my clit as his other fingers slide down, trailing a blaze of fire.
Is he trying to get me off with a fucking chip?
My legs seize as his middle finger slips down a deliciously wet, sensitive area of my pussy. I turn my head to glare at him, but his face is impassive, totally focused on the game.
He slides up and down my pussy as his thumb presses down hard, ramping up the pleasure—the need for something thick to fill me up. My nipples harden into points. He keeps teasing me with the finger, dipping it in and sliding against my clit. Heat builds up right underneath his fingers and my chest feel uncomfortably warm. I wonder what I must look like now. I catch the man across the table looking at me, and I freeze.
“And here’s the river.”
The dealer flips the last card and two men show their hands. The orthopedic surgeon smiles as he reaches forward, gathering the chips. The loser sinks back into his chair with a small curse.
I squeeze my legs together as his finger slides between my slick walls. An electrical current suddenly hits my clit, singeing up my spine to burrow in my heart. I open my mouth and utter a small gasp.
Shit.
Their heads turn toward me as Jack moves slightly and gives me another kiss in a show of affection that doesn’t quite match the embarrassment of being fingered under a fucking table in front of everyone. Luckily they take my gasp for excitement over the game. The man next to us turns his head as Jack slowly pumps his finger in and out. I feel every edge of him entering me. Heat rises up my neck and I clench my thighs together, but I remember his warning.
Take it like a good girl.
I relax my legs.
“So are you guys on vacation?” the man next to us asks conversationally.
His finger anchors hard inside me and I feel my juices slipping around him. Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to keep myself together?
“Actually, we’re on our honeymoon.”
His voice rumbles through my back as he keeps fucking me, rubbing hard with that thousand-dollar chip. I can barely think of anything but how good it fucking feels. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe he’s getting me this hot with a goddamn poker chip. I want more—I want him. Finally I hold his arm, stilling his movements under the table.
“Oh, congratulations!”
“Thanks.” I manage a weak smile.
“Not a lot of guys bring their wives to these big games.” The dealer looks up from the cards at me.
“I put everything on my business card,” the orthopedic surgeon chimes in.
They look at us curiously, but I don’t really fucking care at this point. His thumb vigorously rubs the chip over my nub, and I’m trying to keep my mouth shut. I’m also trying not to turn around and grab his fucking tie to scream at him to stop fingering me.
But I don’t want him to stop. I want it faster.
“Sounds like your wives carry your balls in their purses.”
The table erupts with laughter, and I seize up as another finger sinks into my wet pussy. Holy fuck. I just can’t. Every sensation hits me hard. Even Jack’s soft laughter blowing over my neck. I think of sex. I think of him sinking his teeth into me as he ruts me deep. His tongue making hot circles around my nipple. Sucking. Biting.
“Ass.”
“At least my wife knows who’s boss. Right, sweetheart?”
He takes my chin in his hands and my cheeks flame as his fingers pump inside me, his eyes full of laughter.
Son of a bitch.
I have a mind to grab his cock in front of all the men, but instead I take his tie and yank his head to me. The guys hoot and cheer as I seal my lips against his. Electricity sparks over my skin as he kisses me back and then I slide my tongue inside his mouth.
I don’t care how tacky this looks. Payback.
He pulls back, his face a little red as he bares his teeth in a grimace and ruthlessly shoves his fingers inside me.
“Jesus. Take that to the hotel room!”
The room erupts with a smattering of nervous laughter, and some of the guys stare at Jack with open jealousy.
Jack plays a few more games and I get more and more flustered. Fuck, I’m sitting on his goddamn lap and I can feel his dick riding against my ass. He curves his fingers inside me as I grip his arm and slide my fingers over his rocking hand. I trace his knuckles and feel myself clench over him. His thumb moves aggressively, and I bite my lip hard. I’m going to fucking come. I’m going to—
My body shifts as he leans forward and slides all of his chips toward the center. My body shudders as another finger joins, spreading me open.
“I’m all in.”
The men at the table miss the hint of laughter in his voice, but the irony doesn’t escape me, not when I’m seconds away from coming. A shudder runs up my leg.
No, not now—please!
I can’t even hiss an insult because the room is too quiet. Cards fly from the dealer’s hand and Jack takes a sip of his whiskey. Then he twists his hand, pinching my clit with the poker chip as he curves upward. My breath hitches and I bite down my lip. I clench over his fingers and he continues to thrust mercilessly, and I can’t help myself. I can’t fight the tide of pleasure. A moan shudders from my lips.
It breaks the tension in the room like the crack of a bowling ball on wood. They look at me with raised eyebrows and mild shock, until Jack withdraws his hand from my skirt, wiping himself on my thighs.
“It’s a lot of money,” I manage to choke out.
Jack seizes the excuse, chuckling slightly. “I told you not to worry about it.
”
The waves of pleasure cascade over me, weakening my muscles so that I can barely hold myself upright. He slides an arm around my waist and the men return to their game as I try to breathe slow, deep breaths.
“Ah, shit.”
I don’t even notice that the dealer flipped the last card and that the game is over. The orthopedic surgeon leans across the table and laughs as he rakes in the chips, and Jack makes an elegant shrug. His legs move and we stand up from the table.
“I guess that’s it.”
I gape at the pile of chips he lost. There’s probably thirty grand in there, but it rolls off his shoulders like it’s nothing. I feel his heat simmering behind me like a wall of fire, and his hand clenches over my upper arm.
“Nice game.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Jack pushes against my side and nearly yanks me from the room. We’re thrust into the chaos of the casino as my heart jackknifes in my chest. He pulls me close and I hit the center of his chest as he gives me a smoldering look.
“There’s more where that came from, babe.”
“Jack, you’re insane.”
His face lights up with wild laughter as he runs his hands down my body, right over the swell of my ass. “I need to claim my property—now.”
My core tightens. “Let’s go back.”
“I said I wanted you now.”
What?
“Jack, we’re in a casino.”
“The first time we fucked, it was in a VIP room.” He presses his lips against my ear, and my body heats up instantly.
“Yeah, but there are cameras all over the place.”
He searches the floor, his hunger almost manic. Then he points to a darkened balcony overlooking the casino. It’s a restaurant with a big sign indicating that it’s under renovations.
“I’m going to fuck you right on that balcony.”
The moment he says the word, fuck, a tingling sensation spreads over my skin and I know I won’t be able to deny him. I’ve never been able to.
He drags me up the stairs, past the curtained-off rope, and into the darkened, open area. The seats are shoved to the walls and a brass railing gleams over the casino. We’re not that high up. A loud noise could attract their attention and they’d just have to look up.
My back hits his chest as he spreads his palm over my stomach and yanks me. “Now I want you to grab ahold of that railing. Don’t let go no matter what.”
Trembling with excitement, I bend over and grasp the railing as his hands move up my thighs. Cool air hits my skin as he folds the skirt over my back. He grabs the raw flesh where I got inked and thumbs his name.
“Property of Jack… You’re damn right you are.”
I choke out a yell as a stinging blow lands on my ass. He fingers gouge my flesh, taking a handful of me as he lets out a throaty growl.
“You knew when I saw the tattoo I’d go fucking crazy.”
With his other hand he rips my shirt down, the straps falling from my arms as he exposes my tits to the entire casino. He pulls the fabric so that it rests underneath and makes them bulge.
Then he slaps my inner thigh and I spread my legs, wondering how the fuck he convinced me to do this. It’s really only fifteen or twenty feet from the group. Close enough to see the gleam of the dealer’s earrings.
“Jack, they’re going to hear us!”
“Then you better keep quiet.”
SLAP!
Another swift blow lands on my ass, stinging the raw tattoo. I bite my lip as the burn spreads to my other cheek. My arms tremble as he spanks me, the sound cracking through the air. It’s so loud that I think I see a few of the guests turning around for the source of the sound, and then his hand rips across my tattoo and a painful moan shakes from my mouth.
His hardness digs into my ass as he leans into me, wrapping his arms around my legs greedily. A line of pleasure runs down my spine to the hot glow in my pussy.
“You feel how goddamn hard I am?”
“Yeah.”
I want to feel that thickness—want to wrap my fingers around him and own that part of him, but I know my orders.
Don’t let go no matter what.
My nipples harden into studs as his body slides up behind me. He moves his leg between mine and his muscles flex, pushing them farther apart. Blood churns under the very surface of my skin. I’m completely exposed, tits hanging out of my shirt for everyone to see.
His pants drop and then I feel the heat of his cock flat against my ass. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned-on in my life. Seeing my name right there—Jesus Christ, I can’t—”
His growl reverberates through my body as he grabs a handful of me and squeezes.
“Jack, please. Let’s get this over with.”
“Get this over with?” he explodes. “Excuse me?”
Oh shit.
“You think I’m just here to get my dick wet, don’t you?”
“No—”
“I’m more than just a load in your cunt. I’m your fucking husband.”
The brand with his name explodes with pain again, and I cry out. I swear to God, I see some of the heads lifts below us.
“I—I know that. Please—”
“Then shut up and don’t rush me. I’ll take my sweet time claiming you. It’s my right.”
I start to protest, and then he slips his thick cock in between my aching lips. It slides forward and his throbbing head pokes out between my legs. Jesus Christ. Below us a throng of people scream with excitement at the craps table and the noise sends a thrill through me.
He reaches around my hips and grabs himself, making sure he rides my pussy hard. Hot air blows over my neck, and then his teeth sink into my flesh briefly. “Just for that I’m going to take it slow. I’m going to make you scream for my cum.”
Laughter shakes out of me. There’s no way I’m screaming for anything when the casino is this quiet.
Then he pulls back his cock and massages his hand over my mound, dipping a finger inside my wetness. The shock runs through me as Jack’s heavy breathing billows over my ear. He spreads me open with two fingers and my walls contract hard. The juice slides around his hand as he fucks me even though his cock is right there. It’s right there!
“Please, Jack.”
His chuckles cascade over my ears. “That’s not nearly enough, sweetheart. You know what I want.”
He wants the casino to echo with my screams. He wants security dashing up the staircase. He wants to feel like I can’t live without him. I know I can’t.
God. His fingers crash against a bed of nerves that shoot straight to my heart, making it fly. Again. And again.
“I’m going to come.”
He slides out of me immediately, his tongue drawing a circle on my neck. “Good girl.”
Both hands seize my tits, groping me in front of the entire casino as his laughter muffles in my hair. “You know you’re not supposed to come without my permission.”
My pussy tingles as he grabs my nipple and digs his fingernail into me. “Tell me you’re fucking mine.”
“I’m yours, Jack.”
I’ve never been more aware of that than at this moment, half-naked, getting fingered above a casino.
My gasp hits the air as he slaps my tit.
“Not good enough.”
He keeps sliding his dick along my clit, and it’s like liquid heat rubbing against me, scratching an itch. I need the whole fucking length of him, throbbing inside me, like I need air.
“Give me your fucking cum!”
He bursts with laughter as my voice rings out clearly. There’s no mistaking it. Several patrons turn their heads at the sound as Jack shakes behind me. I’m about to scream again, but he moves his cock ever so slightly. It rests right at my opening. His cock nudges me with an involuntary twitch and I let out a moan.
Then he spears into me, his thick cock filling me completely. He jerks my hips back and my moan rips through the air. His hand curls around
my hair and pulls my head back, and then he brings his fingers to my face, still wet with my juice. I open my mouth as he slides them between my lips, and then I’m free to make all the noise I want against his palm.
“You little slut. You live for my cum, don’t you?” His voice sounds strange, almost strangled.
I scream into his hand, the sound muffled as quick thrusts make me buckle against the railing.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
The wonderful fullness disappears for a moment and my core clenches madly, missing him. I beg for more in his hand, and his pressure returns. He spreads me open, cock buried to the hilt. He pulses inside me, filling that deep ache.
“You feel that? That’s me owning your pussy.”
I push back against him. I want to fucking grind his cock, but he backs away from me.
“No, no, no,” he chimes.
Another vicious slap burns my tattoo and he holds my hip with his other hand, giving me a few, quick, hard fucks. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life. I can barely brace myself against the railing, and then he pulls out. I cry out as he slips his hand from my mouth and buries it in my hair.
His lips crush mine suddenly and a rush of emotion hits me. I want him. I love him—he pulls back, seething.
“You want a baby?”
“Yes.”
“You need to swallow first. There’s more where that came from.”
Jesus Christ.
I buckle to my knees as he pushes me down, still fisting my hair. His cock, slick with my pussy, bounces in my face. I grab him and swallow his head. He’s so wide that my jaw hurts. Jack sucks in his breath when I force myself to take him all the way. His dick jumps inside my mouth, adding kerosene to the fire burning between my legs. My tongue sticks out, touching the very base of his cock.
“Fuck.”
I pull back, feeling his heartbeat pound through my lips as my tongue swirls around his head. The fist at the back of my head yanks me forward. I choke on his thickness as he ruts my mouth, the sounds of his groans pounding through me like the dick fucking my mouth. Then he tears at the roots of my hair, digging his fingers into my scalp.
Then his cock twitches in my mouth and salty liquid explodes at the back of my mouth. He holds my face there, my nose crushed against his abdomen.
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