by Meghan Quinn
The music was incredibly slow, so it gave me time to gradually move my body, giving him an amazing show. I looked up and squeezed my arms against my breasts so he had a great shot of my cleavage, which he easily took advantage of while licking his lips. He was intrigued.
Working my head down, I did a body wave like motion, starting with my head at his crotch and then worked my way up his body so my breasts pressed against his chest and my hair brushed against his face. I felt him suck in a giant wave of air as my breasts barely skimmed his cheek. I had him.
I turned back around and lowered my butt onto his lap with my hands bracing myself on his thighs…his upper thighs. The minute I made contact with his lap, I knew I was winning because he was sporting a massive erection. I couldn’t lie, sitting on his lap was just as much as a turn on for me as it was for him. I hovered on his lap and worked my pelvis to the song. Slow rotations of my hips caressed his probing arousal, sending my nerve endings into high gear. I felt my breath start to hitch. I leaned back against his chest as my head rested on his shoulder and my hips continued to move. We were both breathing heavily as I continued to work him.
Desperately, I wanted him to move his hands across my stomach, pinch my nipples, and move his hands under my thong, but he wasn’t moving an inch. I grabbed the back of his neck and used that as support as I pulled myself off of him and then turned around, quickly settling back on his lap. I thrust my breasts into his face, letting him bury his head in them for just a second before I pulled away.
I used his shoulders as support as I started to rock back and forth on his erection. A slight moan escaped my throat, as I felt his dick press against my slick folds. Fuck, I was going to come from a lap dance, but I didn’t care. I was past the stage of horny and at the brink of my pussy turning into dust if I didn’t get any soon.
“Fuck…” Kace said under his breath as I picked up my pace.
His jaw was locked tightly as he studied my body moving up and down. His dick continued to press against me and seemed like it wouldn’t stop growing. Did all the men have massive dicks around here? I thought, as I continued to work him.
His chest heaved as he continued to look at me as the song took over my body. There was no stopping me.
Finally, as if my body couldn’t take it anymore, he moved his hands so they caressed my sides. I could see it in his glazed-over eyes that he had lost his tightly-wound control and the fact that I was able to take down such a strong man like Kace, drove me to push him even further. I started lifting my ass, imitating the act of sex; now if only there weren’t two strips of fabric between us.
His hands caressed the underside of my bra-clad breasts and then fell underneath the string on my thong and gripped my ass. One more fucking squeeze from his hands and I was done. I felt my legs start to tingle as my center started to constrict. Another moan escaped my mouth as my head fell back in pleasure.
“Fucking Christ,” Kace murmured as his pelvis thrust in the air and he bit down on his bottom lip.
Just as I was about to scream bloody murder from an all-consuming dry humping, Kace’s phone went off and just like an ice cold bucket of water poured over us, Kace shot up and out of the chair and grabbed for his phone in his pocket…erection still poking through his pants. There was a little wet spot on his pants and I didn’t know who it was from, but fuck it was hot.
He looked down at his phone while he ran his hand through his hair. As if he read the president had been murdered, he brought the phone closer to his eyes for a better read and then looked at me with surprise in his eyes.
“What?” I asked breathlessly, as my legs clenched, needing sweet release.
“You have been beckoned to the Bourbon Room.”
***
To say I was fucking nervous was the understatement of the century. Kace showed me where to go and said to expect a card with directions on a table and to do exactly as it said.
When I reached the third floor, I turned to the left like I was told and opened the black door to the Bourbon Room. As I opened the door, I was surrounded by the familiar décor of the Toulouse Room. Deep purple walls, black carpet, black molding, chrome handles and lots nude pictures of women. What stood out differently from the Toulouse Room was all the contraptions scattered around the space. It looked like he did gymnastics in the room.
In the far back, was a giant four poster bed that had deep purple bedding that looked beyond luscious to sleep in. To the right, there was some kind of balance beam and chaise lounge that was framed in a wave-like motion. I had seen one of those kinds of chairs before, but couldn’t remember the name. To the left was a stripper pole, classic, a sitting area with blankets and a dresser with multiple drawers. In the middle, there was a black table with a card on it and a table-looking contraption that looked like something you would find at the gynecologist, but this one was upholstered and actually looked like it might be a good time. Below it, there were drawers and buttons that frankly scared me from not knowing what they did.
I went to the card and opened it to see how Jett wanted me, something Kace warned me about. He seemed concerned and disappointed when I took off for the third floor, but I couldn’t think about that now.
The card read…
Lo,
Thank you for coming up to the Bourbon Room. These notes will never be this formal again, but since this is your first time, I thought I would take it easy on you. Please make yourself comfortable on the cushioned table to your left. Keep your bra and panties on, but you can take off your heels. There is a blindfold to the side of the table. I will not come in the room until you have that around your beautiful blue eyes. Once you do, I will be in shortly.
-Jett
Anticipated excitement rolled through my body as I went over to the table, found the blindfold and put it securely around my face. Yes, I thought it was odd I had to be blindfolded, but at this point, I didn’t care. I needed him…badly. I had some pent-up pussy frustration that begged to be released and I planned on releasing it tonight.
Chapter Twenty Two
“Untouched”
Jett
I knew Goldie was in the Bourbon Room, but before I went over there, I had to calm the rage that was boiling through my body first.
What the hell was Kace doing? I was working on my computer, looking over some property contracts when I turned and saw Kace gripping Goldie as she grinded against him. The only way I knew how to stop it was to have him send her up here. She was clearly on the verge of orgasm and I couldn’t have her first orgasm in my house be with another man. Kace was way out of line and he would be hearing about it later, but first, I had to take care of Goldie.
She was a sexual creature and it had been way too long for her. She needed to be touched; she needed to release all of her sexual frustration that was building up in her body, making her act out like she did today.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the room and opened the door. Goldie was sitting on the table, twisting her hands on her lap and listening to every move I made. As I closed the door, her ears picked up and she looked toward me.
Her body was perfect. All the Jett Girls had amazing bodies, but there was something about Goldie that made her different. Her curves were more plentiful than the other girls, but she had an incredibly petite body, making her look like sex on a stick.
“Hello,” I said, as I stood in front of her.
“Hi,” she responded nervously. It was adorable. Fuck, I was in for it.
Her honey-colored hair was wild like normal and fell past her shoulders, framing her breasts perfectly. Her pink lips itched to be touched and I wondered what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. She was mouth-watering good and I was about to devour her.
“I’m Jett.” I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it.
She smiled and said, “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but…I kind of can’t see you.”
“That’s okay.”
“Is it? Because from where I�
�m sitting, it seems like you don’t want me to see you because you have some kind of deformity.”
I chuckled to myself. “Is that what you really think?”
“Well, prove me wrong.”
“Not tonight.”
She sighed and then said, “Has anyone ever told you, you have the sexiest fucking voice ever?”
Shaking my head and laughing at her non-existent filter, I responded, “No, I have never been told that, but thank you.”
“Well shit, that surprises me, because the first time you talked at Kitten’s Castle, I assume that was you, I nearly creamed my pants listening to you order a bourbon. That was you, right? Of course it was and that was you at Jackson Square too, wasn’t it? I could tell because your voice is so distinct…”
I just stood there and listened to her ramble on about my voice. Normally, I didn’t let any girl talk this much, but I couldn’t help it; she was entertaining. I was constantly wondering what she was going to say next.
“…and that’s why they call them beignets. Weird, right? I don’t know how I got on that whole rant, but it is interesting. Ugh, you probably hate me right now. When I get nervous, I just start talking. I hate awkward silences. I would rather tell you my height and weight before there is silence between us.” She paused for a second and then said, “Umm…my height is…”
“You can stop now,” I said calmly.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
I stood even closer and was about to ask her a question when she said, “God, you smell like heaven. I think I could just smell you and have an orgasm. I heard you have a huge cock.” She slapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head as I threw my head back and silently laughed. “I wasn’t supposed to say that. Shit.”
“Lo, do I have permission to touch you?”
She picked her head up and I saw one eyebrow raise past her blindfold. “What do you mean? You ask? I thought you were just going to do your thing. Don’t you own me or something?”
“No, I don’t. You hold all the cards. If you want to be touched, you tell me. I ask every girl when they come in here, I ask them all one question, if they have something to say to me.”
“Oh? And what do they say?”
“They say, I’m ready to submit to you. When they say that, they give me their most precious gift, their body. When you hand your body over to me, I treat it with the utmost care and worship it. I understand the trust you are handing over to me and I make sure to never break that. I know the way I like things and there might be nights when I tie you down and allow you to fuck my dick with your mouth as a slowly finger you to orgasm, or I might have you pole dance for me or I might take you on the Tantra chair, it just depends, but I want you to know, whatever I have you do, you always hold the cards. The minute you say our safe word, we are done and we talk about how I went too far because I never want to disobey your trust. Do you understand?”
She nodded while biting her lip, a nervous tendency.
“Are you nervous?”
“No, I am horny as hell and I swear I just creamed everywhere hearing you tell me all of that. So…what’s the safe word?”
“Alligator.”
Goldie stared straight for a second and then laughed…a lot. I would have been annoyed if her laugh didn’t captivate me. I reminded myself to make her laugh more because the noise that came out of her was exquisite.
Normally, this wasn’t how an introduction to the Bourbon Room went, but for some reason, I was letting it go. She literally held the cards, in every aspect.
She put her hand over her mouth and then said, “I’m sorry, but that is hilarious. How about if I start laughing, we can say that’s the safe word because trying to squeeze out the word alligator while your dick is buried deep in my pussy while I hang upside down is going to be practically impossible.”
“It’s alligator, Lo.”
If I could see her eyes, I would have bet a million dollars she just rolled them.
“Chill, dude. I’ll be fine.” She rubbed her hands together and said, “Let’s get started.”
I smiled to myself. Fuck, she was cute.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
“Uhh…I am here to submit to you?” she said as a question.
“Is that a question?”
She leaned forward and whispered, “Was that what I was supposed to say?”
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps across her beautiful skin, “Yes.”
“Eeep, your voice is killing me.” She straightened up and stopped smiling. “Okay, serious time. Jett, I am ready to submit to you.”
And just like that, I had a hard on that was almost touching her. The way she got serious and said she wanted to submit to me in a husky voice had me revving and ready to go. I was afraid this was going to be all a joke with her, but now I knew it wasn’t. She was ready.
I ran both hands up her thighs, making her sigh with pleasure. I spread her legs open and stood between them so I was right next to her, breathing in her sweet scent.
“How long has it been for you, Lo?”
“Too damn long.”
“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, as I ran my hands lightly up and down her thighs.
“Move your hands inside my panties and relieve the pressure that has been building up until this moment.”
“How long have you wanted me?”
“Honestly?”
“We are always honest with each other, Lo. Please remember that.”
“Since Kitten’s Castle. The moment you opened your mouth, I didn’t care what you looked like, I wanted you. Although, I secretly prayed you had a huge cock.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I like them big.”
“Well you’re in luck, little one.”
It was the first time I used her nickname and it fit perfectly. I always gave each girl a Jett name and the minute I set eyes on Goldie and knew I was going to make her a Jett Girl, I knew her name would be little one, my little one.
“Little one?”
“Yes, that is what Lo stands for.”
She smiled softly as she looked down while playing with her hands still. I tilted her chin up and said, “Is that okay?”
She nodded. “I love it.”
“Good, because you’re my little one.”
Nodding again, I continued to run my hands up her legs as I watched her breathing starting to increase.
“You have beautiful skin; it’s so soft.” I ran my hands to her back and said, “Lean against my hands so I can lower you down.” She did as was told and I made sure she landed softly on the table.
I pulled her legs so they hung off the table and her ass was right at the edge. Knowing the position put pressure on her lower back, I pulled out the leg shelves on either side so her legs were spread wide and supported.
“How does that feel?”
“Fine.”
She was nervous so I ran my hands up her thighs and up her toned stomach, making little circles with my thumbs. I wanted to rip her clothes off and pound into her, but I knew it wasn’t the time for that. I needed to fully gain her trust first, earn the right to be with her.
“Are you wet, little one?”
“Yes, God yes.”
I opened a drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors and cut her thong strings. “I will get you some more, I will get you as many new thongs as you want.”
“I already have too many.”
“You can never have enough. I am going to remove this thin scrap of fabric. Are you sure…?”
“Jett, I give you my body; do with it what you please.”
Fuck me. I was hard as nails.
I took the fabric off and revealed a perfect pink pussy. She was completely bare of any hair and she was glistening, completely ready for me. I ran my hand over my face and turned around to gather myself. Why was my heart running a mile a minute? Why was she affecting me so much? I didn’t think it was going to be like this at all a
nd I haven’t even touched her yet.
“Is everything okay?” she asked all of a sudden, entirely self-conscious at being completely exposed.
Shit, pull it together. Show no weakness.
“Patience, little one. With great patience comes great reward.”
“If that’s the case, I should have won a couple of awards two weeks ago.”
“That’s a warning, little one. I have been lenient during our first session, but I will not have you speak while we are in the middle of a session. You are only allowed to speak when asked a question.”
She nodded.
“Good girl.” I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs, making her squirm. “You’re pussy is begging for my fingers. Am I right?”
“Fingers, cock, tongue…she’s not picky, just anything at this point will make her happy.”
I tried not to laugh as she referred to her pussy as a “her.”
My fingers traced the v of her crotch, but never made contact with her aroused folds. She squirmed in place as her hand ran up her body and cupped her breast.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, as her hand reached into the cup of her bra and massaged her nipple.
“Umm, helping you out?”
“I don’t need help,” I answered in a nastier tone than expected.
Which she noticed because she pulled her hand out of her bra and said, “I’m sorry.” She sat up and put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this. I should probably just go because this is not working out. I’m not what you are looking for.”
She pulled her legs off the shelves and hopped of the table. She was about to pull off her blindfold when I stopped her. The top of her head reached my chin as I towered over her.