He stood up, took her hand, and headed to one of the more secluded chairs on the edge of the seating area. “Are you ready to serve your Master?”
Pansy had a tentative look on her face but said, “Yes, Master.” He could see she was wondering what he had in mind. He flipped the buttons on his leathers open and let his granite-hard erection spring free. He sat down in a deep leather chair, leaned back, and spread his legs. He gestured to Pansy to come closer and gestured her down between his thighs. She eagerly knelt down between his knees.
“Pleasure me, sub. Mouth and lips only.” He saw the light of mischief in her eyes and cocked his eyebrow. “None of your foolishness, Pansy. Do a good job and you will be rewarded. Disappoint me and you will be punished.” He could see that gave her pause for thought and smiled to himself. Pansy still did not really understand submission. He knew he did not want submission on a full-time basis, and certainly he did not want a slave. He grinned to himself. A little judicious respect and obedience would be welcome, especially from the very independent and outspoken Pansy Nicholas. He could see there would be ample opportunities to spank her gorgeous butt in his future.
Billie watched as Pansy took the tip of his engorged cock between her pink lips and began to lick around the glans, running her tongue lightly along the slit as she licked up the drop of salty pre-cum. She closed her lips around the top and began to suck gently. Then she ran her tongue along the veins on the underside. She kissed and sucked her way up and down his shaft as she obediently kept her hands on her thighs. Billie began to breathe heavily as his rock-hard cock bobbed against her lips. She took his cock into her mouth as deeply as she was able without engaging her gag reflex and continued the suction until his balls tightened, and he blasted a stream of semen into the back of her throat. She dutifully swallowed and smiled up at him as she continued to lick him until he was clean. She lifted an eyebrow in inquiry, and when he nodded his assent, she tucked his cock back into his black leathers and buttoned him closed.
“We’ll continue this in the theme room, sub. I don’t think you’re ready to put on a sex show in the dungeon.” When she rubbed her cheek against his thigh and flashed him a grateful smile, he was glad he had decided not to push the conclusion in the dungeon.
* * * *
Pansy followed Billie down the hall to the Italian Renaissance theme room. It was the same one they had used the other night, and that gave her a welcome feeling of comfort and familiarity. When he had closed the door behind them, he pulled her up against his chest and squeezed. “You did well for a newbie sub, Pansy. I was proud of you.”
She didn’t know what to say in answer to his praise. “Thank you. I’m glad I didn’t embarrass or disappoint you.” She had been nervous, but in truth, she had also been very excited by the activities in the dungeon. She didn’t know if she wanted to experience some of the things she’d seen like a cane across her bottom, but the spanking Billie had given her the last time had made her hot. She wouldn’t mind trying that again, but she didn’t know how to tell him that. It was embarrassing after all. She hoped he’d figure it out for himself.
“Master, may I disrobe you?” At his nod, she smiled up at him as she pushed the leather vest off his shoulders. She ran her hands down over his impressive chest as she pushed the leather vest off over his shoulders. She kissed her way down to the waistband of his leathers. She opened the buttons and pushed the leathers down his hips. He stepped out of them, picked her up, and deposited her on the opulent bed.
He pulled the tank over her head and slid her skirt down over her hips. When she was naked, he laid down on the bed beside her. He smiled into her eyes as he ran his hand down over her silky abdomen and found the pearly wetness between her legs. He kissed down her stomach, put his hot mouth on her center, and sucked. When she was writhing in desperation, he slid two fingers through her cream and into her hot cavern. He rubbed her throbbing clit as she pushed up against the palm of his hand eager for more.
* * * *
Billie quickly donned a condom, rolled over, and pulled Pansy beneath him. He positioned his shaft at her hot, wet opening and drove in to the hilt. He stilled for a moment to give her body time to adjust, and he then began the long, slow, luxurious strokes that he knew would drive her crazy. Pansy’s ministrations in the dungeon had taken the edge off, and he could now afford to take it slow and easy. He’d make her beg for completion before he was done. He buried his face in her neck to hide his grin. Ms. Nicholas was in for long, hard ride.
When he felt her getting close to her completion, he changed rhythm to a short, swirling motion that brushed over her G-spot and made her moan and try to hurry him along. He pulled back until he had disengaged. He turned her partially over and delivered a stinging smack to her flank. “We may not still be in the dungeon, but I’m still in charge, sub. No topping from the bottom. We’ll do this on my schedule, not yours.” He could see her vagina clench in response to the smack and reentered her with a surge. He picked up his former rhythm and continued the slow, easy torture. She was panting and pushing her center against him as she tried for more, but he wasn’t going to rush.
“Oh please, Billie, hurry.”
“To whom are you speaking, sub? And don’t forget. Don’t climax until I give permission.” He hid an evil grin.
“Okay, Master. I’ll try.”
“Do more than try, sub, if you don’t want a punishment of your own tonight.” He knew that giving that order often made it impossible for a sub to hold back. The more they tried, the harder it became as their body clamored for release. He could feel Pansy’s body revving up and knew she was about to reach her limit. He could be Mr. Nice Guy and tell her to come, or he could push her a little more and hold back the command until she had earned herself another spanking. His hand itched to connect with Pansy’s delicious derriere, and he wasn’t about to deny her or himself the pleasure. He ramped up his strokes until she flew over the edge into an earth-shattering climax. He followed her over into his own release. After they had both settled back down he said, “You came without permission, sub. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master. It means a punishment.” He could see the gleam in her eye and knew she was anticipating another spanking. He was relieved that she wasn’t frightened, only excited.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, pulled her over his lap with her bare butt up in the air, and quickly landed several hard smacks. He knew the heat from his hand penetrated all the way to the center of her core when it sent her into another wild orgasm that exploded through her body. While she was still shaking with reaction, he reached down and placed a light kiss in the center of each red cheek. “This ass is mine. If I want to spank it, I will. If I want to kiss it, I will. If I want to fuck it, I will.” Then he pulled her up against his chest and pulled a blanket around her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as small aftershocks from her mega-orgasm continued to rock through her body. Then she just burrowed into him for comfort. “It’s okay now. It’s over, and you’re fine, baby. You’re fine.”
He knew he wanted her to always be fine. This trip had been an eye-opener for him. He knew he wanted Pansy Nicholas for a lifetime. He hoped Pansy felt the same.
Chapter Nine
At the Galleria Shopping Mall on Sunrise Boulevard, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Monday mid-morning, February 16, 2016
Pansy, Melodie and Kaylin pulled up to the valet parking station at the entrance to the Galleria Mall in Kaylin’s SUV. “After our last adventure here, Melodie, I don’t dare park in the parking garage. Jack was seriously ticked that I didn’t valet like he told me to, and then we had the Karin problem.” She laughed. “I couldn’t sit down for the proverbial week.”
“Oh, Kaylin, I’m so sorry you got in trouble over me.”
“It wasn’t over you, honey. I was watching for Karin all day, and there’s no way to know that something wouldn’t have happened even if I had valet parked. The one thing that gets Jack nuts is if I take what he
calls unnecessary chances.” She smiled. “He’s never suggested that I give up my job, so I try to humor him as much as I can. It just keeps the peace, you know?”
Pansy grinned at Kaylin. “He sure is a cutie. I’m still a real newbie at this stuff, but have I showed you my day collar yet?”
Melodie rolled her eyes. “Only fifteen times, chickie. It is beautiful, though, even if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah, thanks for steering Billie to Judith Ripka. Did you know she personally helped him pick out my necklace?”
“Uh, yes. I think you also mentioned that.”
“You are so mean. I think I’m going to shop for a new BFF.” The valet gave Kaylin a ticket, and the girls hopped out of the car and headed for the entrance. “So, Kaylin, what’s good here?”
“Everything. Melodie and I had great luck before Christmas shopping the clearance racks in Macy’s, Neiman, and the other big stores. Why don’t we start there?”
“Sounds good. Logan was trying to get me to take his credit card again. What is it with guys?”
“He just wanted to do something nice for you. Your little adventure with Karin gave him a serious scare. When he got out of the car at the motel after he and Jack chased me down, he looked like he was ready to have a heart attack. His face was a sickly white, and given his natural Native American coloring, that was scary. Of course, seeing the knife and all…”
“I don’t know which of us was in worse shape.”
Kaylin said, “Your scar is looking really good, by the way. I can still see a little redness under your makeup, but I bet that will fade.”
“Dr. Goldman expects it to continue to fade, and he thinks this was the last surgery. I sure hope so. Even though I’ve been through it so many times, it’s still unnerving.”
“It sure was tense in the hospital waiting room, that’s for sure. I think Logan was ready to come out of his skin. I was used to it, having been through it so many times, but that was his first experience with it.”
“Speaking of the devil, have you managed to get anything else out of Logan about the Louie Capriccio thing? Billie still hasn’t told me anything. I’m beginning to think there’s more to this than they are letting on. Otherwise, why not just tell me?”
“I haven’t heard anything else, and Logan won’t talk about it. He says it’s not his story to tell, and then he clams up. He’s usually very open with me. But this subject is off-limits. It’s very frustrating.”
They hit the bridge-level clearance racks at Macy’s first, and before long were settled in changing rooms with stacks of clothes to try on, and clothing was being passed from room to room. Pansy said, “This is fun. I usually don’t shop in the stores for my clothes since I design for the Charter Club label as well as some of the other store labels, and I get samples. The rest of my clothes are one-of-a-kinds that I am usually trying out for a private client.”
“Yeah, I get Pansy’s hand-me-downs. I love that. What could be better than designer hand-me-downs?”
“Ha. Not much. I’m already thinking lunch. What do you guys feel like?”
Melodie and Pansy answered in unison, “Food.”
“I can tell you guys have been friends forever. Chloe, Nikki, Gabbi and I finish each other’s sentences all the time, too.”
“Well, I’m done here. Why don’t I guard our changing rooms while you two take one last run through the clearance racks? I can relax and get online and check my e-mail and stuff. I have my tablet in my tote.”
Melodie said, “If you don’t mind. There are a couple of pieces I’m definitely taking, and I want to look for another top to go with these capris.” Melodie and Kaylin walked back out onto the floor. Pansy sat down in the armchair in her cubicle and pulled out her tablet. She made quick work of scanning, answering, and deleting e-mails. Then she glanced through her clothing selections once more and discarded a couple of iffy items. What now? Where are the girls?
Pansy was starting to get bored in the closed-in space. She picked up the tablet again and the app she used to check out business associates and vendors caught her eye. She tapped Instant LookUp and entered Billie’s name. What can it hurt? She wanted to know more about him, and he wasn’t exactly forthcoming. It took several minutes for the app to run through all its various permutations, and then the report was ready to download. She had a moment’s qualm. Idle hands were definitely the Devil’s workplace. Should she do this? Was it a violation of Billie’s trust? Was it sneaky and dishonest? Yes on all counts, but she really wanted to know what there was to know. Knowledge was power, right? Click.
And there it was. She started reading the report. No criminal records, no bankruptcies, not a registered sex offender. “Phew!” on all of the above. And then she saw it. Aliases—Change of name proceedings. Subject changed name from William Capriccio to William Crockett in 2010. William Capriccio? Billie was a Capriccio? Of the crime syndicate Capriccios? This did not compute. She couldn’t take it in. Why had he not told her this startling piece of information? Was this how Billie was able to so quickly and easily resolve her Capriccio problem—because he was one of them?
She began to shake. She felt nauseous. The Capriccio family was a known Mafia family with ties that went all the way back to Sicily. She didn’t know what to do, and right now, she was sorry she had opened the Pandora’s Box of knowledge contained in the innocent looking tablet. She leaned her head back against the wall and thought she might be sick, and that was how Melodie and Kaylin found her.
Melodie kneeled down beside her chair. “Honey, what’s wrong? What happened? When we left, you were fine.”
Pansy touched the screen, and it refreshed on the damning report. She handed it to Melodie. Kaylin read over her shoulder. “Honey, I wish you hadn’t done this. Logan said Billie planned to tell you.”
“Did you know that Billie was a Capriccio?” Pansy looked into Melodie’s eyes for any sign of guilt, but only saw concern.
“No. Logan refused to discuss Billie’s reasons for waiting to tell you what happened with Louie Capriccio. I thought the delay might eventually cause a problem, knowing your insatiable curiosity.”
“Well, it looks like I had a good reason to be curious.”
Kaylin stepped in and hugged Pansy. “Pansy, you don’t know the reason for this. It might be nothing at all. Don’t jump to conclusions based on so little information. Let me see the report.” She took the tablet from Melodie’s hands. “See, no criminal records under either name. I think you are overreacting.”
“Overreacting?”
“Yes. Give Billie a chance. Don’t go off half-cocked and create a rift you can’t heal. How do you think Billie would feel if he knew you had run a background check on him?” She shook her head. “I know Jack wasn’t happy, and we were in the middle of a serial killer investigation where he was a suspect, for heaven’s sake.”
“Kaylin is right, Panz. You need to calm down and think this through.”
“I’ve been sitting here doing nothing but thinking and being sick to my stomach. The man I love is a member of a crime family.” And she realized that she really did love him. It had gone past attraction or sexual chemistry and slid right into love.
“Like I said, don’t jump to that conclusion. It may be nothing like you’re imagining. I think it’s time for us to go get some lunch. You can relax with a nice cup of herbal tea and maybe some soup or something. What do you think?”
“Okay, but I don’t know how much relaxing I’ll do.”
* * * *
They paid for their purchases, and Kaylin led the way back toward the Sunrise Boulevard entrance and the Capital Grille. She was really concerned about Pansy. Her color had not returned, and she still looked devastated. Kaylin hoped this did not spell the end of a really promising relationship for her new friend.
They were seated in the elegant, dark-paneled restaurant, and Kaylin immediately asked the waiter for a pot of hot tea and some cookies before they ordered. She thought Pansy’s blood sugar
might need a boost, and the hot tea would be soothing, if only to hold onto the warm cup. She didn’t understand what was going on, but she thought Pansy might be one of those people who didn’t see the greys in life, only the blacks and whites.
“Honey, please try to calm down. I think you are making way too much of this. Wait until you have a good reason…”
“Mel, what better reason to be upset than that my boyfriend of two months hasn’t told me he changed his name from that of a prominent mob family? I think it’s definitely time to be upset.”
“Pansy, you are being stubborn and shortsighted. Have you seen any evidence in Billie’s personality that he could be a mobster? That is ridiculous. Billie is way too lazy and laidback to be a mobster.”
“I’m not so sure of that, Mel. Billie’s personality has a definite edge to it that he keeps carefully controlled. And what about the Dom thing?”
“Dom and mobster do not equate, girlie. If they did, every member of the band would be a gun-toting gumba. I think the shock of seeing that on the report unexpectedly has made it seem like more than it is. You should either just forget it and wait for Billie to tell you himself, or calm down and ask him.”
Kaylin piped in. “I’m not in favor of option B. I think that would be a really bad idea. I can see that turning into a shouting match or reciprocal accusations. I don’t like that idea at all.”
The waiter returned with the tea and cookies, and they hastily glanced at their menus and ordered. When the waiter had walked away, Kaylin continued. “If you care about Billie, I would advise you to give him the benefit of the doubt and wait to see what happens. There could be any of a million reasons why he changed his name. The report says he did it in 2010. That’s a long time ago, way before you knew him, right?”
“Yes. I only met him after Mel got together with Logan, and truthfully, we didn’t like each other at all. I thought he was smug and self-indulgent, and way too sure of himself.”
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