by Riley, Alexa
After the last round, I carried her to the bathroom where I had set up a bubble bath complete with champagne and strawberries beside the tub. I’ve never used the tub before, but it felt like something she might enjoy. She didn’t get the day of pampering I had set up for her, so I wanted to treat her to some kind of indulgence. The tub is big enough for the two of us, which is saying a lot because we’re both pretty tall.
She’s on one end with her legs in my lap, and I’m on the other, my feet bracketing her body. I pick up her foot and rub it, kissing each toe as I go.
Sipping her champagne, she leans her head back and closes her eyes. “God, this is decadent. I can’t remember the last time I was in a bathtub. How long have we been in here?”
“I don’t know. I forget time when you’re near.” I bite her pinky toe, and she sits up and smiles at me.
“You’ve refilled this tub three times. We’re probably breaking all kinds of laws in this Vegas drought.”
“I’ll have you know my hotels are energy efficient. And you weren’t complaining the three times I filled it.”
She splashes a little water at me, and then drinks more of her champagne. We’ve just been quietly relaxing as I’ve been petting her, but now I want some answers.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
She knows exactly what I’m talking about, and when I ask the question she looks away, setting her glass down. I wait for her to speak, but she doesn’t.
“You could have used that to your advantage at the Mistress Auction.” It’s something that makes me angry to think about, and I’m glad she didn’t. She looks over at me, and I pull both her feet toward me, bringing her body close to mine. She’s straddling my hips and we are nose to nose. “Tell me.”
“I just wanted to keep it private. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“I think it’s wonderful.”
She blushes a little, and then brings her hand up to play with my chest hair. “My foster mom had a boyfriend who used to threaten to do things to me. He watched me a little too closely. I think he had a weird obsession with me."
I stiffen at her words, my hands on her waist squeezing too tightly.
“Nothing happened,” she says quickly, easing some of my tension. “One night, he came to my room and tried. He put his hand over my mouth and I bit him. He hit me, and my scream woke up my foster mom.” To think that a foster parent would put her in that kind of danger makes me sick. Mandy looks at my chest, still playing with the bubbles in my chest hair. It’s like she’s telling a story instead of confessing something horrible that happened to her. “As bad as it sounds, I think she was jealous. She got so mad at me after it happened. The next day she told me to get my stuff and get out. I was a week away from my eighteenth birthday. She wasn’t going to be getting a check for keeping me so I knew it was coming.”
My heart breaks for her, but I don’t interrupt her. I want to know everything there is to know about her.
“I left and bummed around until I had a friend who wanted to come to Vegas. I spent a year in and out of shelters and doing odd jobs until I met Don. He took me in and got me a job with Aaron and Justin; I owe a lot to both of them. I’m happy with the way my life turned out, but I guarded my body for a long time because I couldn’t forget what it felt like to have someone try to take that from me. Then when the person who was supposed to protect me blamed me and threw me out, I felt like I had done something wrong. I think that’s why I waited, never truly trusting someone with that much power.”
I grab her chin and make her look me in the eyes. I can see the beginning of tears there, and I wish I could take the pain away. “I’m so sorry. Not because I had anything to do with it, but because I wasn’t there to stop it.” She nods her head, understanding my meaning, and I brush a stray hair away from her forehead. “Thank you for giving me that power. I promise never to use it against you.”
Leaning in, I press my lips to hers, pulling her to me and standing up in the tub. I don’t break our kiss as I step over the rim and onto the rug. As I kiss her jaw and down her neck, the water runs off us.
“We’re getting the floor wet.”
“Fuck it, I don’t care.”
Mandy laughs a little and starts to slide down my body. I move down with her, going to the floor, our bodies slippery from the bubbles. Grabbing her hips, I turn her towards the tub, so she’s bent over the side. I kneel behind her, spreading her legs wide and pulling her ass to me. “Grip the edge, kitten. I need to fuck you.”
I need to bond my body with hers and connect us as much as possible. I need to be inside her cunt. I need to mark what’s mine, what has only ever been mine.
Grabbing my cock, I line it up at her entrance and thrust in hard. She lets out a moan and grips the edge of the tub as I start to pound into her. I reach up and grab her hair with both hands, wanting to hold on to the reins. Her nipples press against the cool marble along the side of the tub, causing them to get harder with every stroke. I look down to where we are connected and see my cock sliding in and out of her tight channel. Every time I pull out, I can see her pussy gripping me, trying desperately to pull me back in. When I thrust back inside, I can see my cock being squeezed, and it makes me cum a little with every stroke. I’m having one long orgasm, constantly cumming as I fuck her.
I need her to cum with me so I can feel my ownership of her pussy. I want her cunt beating out a message in Morse code—a message begging my cock for more.
I move my hand from her hair and reach around her hip to rub her clit. It’s hard and dripping wet from the mixture of my cum and her honey. I rub her for a second before I pull my fingers away.
“No! Please, Sir, don’t stop.”
“I just need a taste, kitten.” I suck my fingers, tasting her sweetness as I lick them clean. I just need the flavor of her pussy in my mouth as I cum.
Taking my fingers out of my mouth, I put them back to her clit and she moans in appreciation. I feel her clench around my cock as I start to fuck her a little more roughly.
“Harder,” she whispers.
“Say it louder. If you want it, kitten, let me hear it.”
“Harder, Sir.” This time it’s loud enough to echo in the bathroom, and I give her what she wants. I thrust hard, my balls making smacking sounds as they hit her sticky pussy. I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck while I keep rubbing her clit. I rub it hard, and then give it a pinch as I lean forward and bite her shoulder at the same time.
Mandy tenses and her orgasm rocks through her, loud and long. She shouts my name and that’s all it takes. I hold myself inside her, cumming at the same time. We are both lost to the feeling of complete and total bliss, molding together as one.
I don’t know how long we lie on the floor of the bathroom, connected and trying to find earth, but when I remember where I am, I smile. The devil has finally found heaven.
9
Mandy
“Please, Sir, I can’t take anymore,” I beg as he eats my pussy.
I’m cuffed to the bed and he’s been going at me for hours, but I’ve come to realize time passes in a blur when we end up tangled together in bed. Minutes have no meaning as time stands still. The outside world drops away and it’s only him and me. At least, that’s how he makes me feel.
“You take what I give you, kitten.” Pulling away from me, he prowls up my body, kissing, sucking, worshiping me the whole way until his mouth is on mine, his cock pushing inside me.
“God, your pussy gets so excited when I take you like this. Do you like knowing that I can do whatever I want to you? That you can’t stop me? I could leave you tied to our bed all day and just use you for pleasure whenever my cock gets hard again,” he grunts into my ear as he thrusts in and out of me.
I stare up into the mirror above the bed, watching his big body move over mine. I’m sprawled out for the taking, just how we both like it.
“You’d never stop fucking me. I don’t think that thing goe
s down.”
“You’re right. I’d fuck my little kitten to death.” He nibbles at my neck as his thrusts grow more forceful. I can’t stop staring at him in the mirror. His ass clenches with each full thrust, like he can’t get himself deep enough inside me.
“You’re going to come for me again.” My body seems to do whatever he commands, something I’ve come to accept over the past few weeks. He has more control over my body than I do— it does whatever he wants it to, even if I try to fight it.
“I don’t think I can.”
“You’ll do as you’re told.” He slips one hand between us and strokes my clit in time with his thrusts. Using his other hand, he braces himself over me, drawing my eyes to his. The intensity of his gaze throws me over, and once again my body is a slave to his demands. I toss my head back, moaning out his name and giving him the orgasm he craves.
“Gets me every time,” he grunts, still staring down at me while thrusting his warm cum into me. “Nothing is hotter than watching you get off.” He takes my mouth in a slow sweet kiss before he pulls out of me, letting his cum slip from my body.
“How about the time I stripped naked and crawled over to you and gave you a blowjob when you were on that Skype conference call?” I smile just thinking about that day. I had met up with Tiffany for lunch and she taught me some of her moves.
When I was done I sneaked into Charles’s office when I knew he was going to be on a call. I did a little striptease before crawling over to him and maneuvering myself under his desk. I sucked his cock until he came, hearing the laptop slam closed at the same time he filled my mouth. Needless to say I learned what a spanking was that day. I also noticed he seemed more excited about my lunch dates with Tiffany after that.
“You want another spanking?” he teases, biting one of my nipples, making me jerk against the cuffs.
Reaching up, he uncuffs my arms and legs. Before I can get my bearings, he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder and heads to the bathroom.
I learned to stop protesting his carrying me around about a week into our relationship. Relationship. This is what we are. I’m here under contract, but what will happen after that? I know it won’t be the end. He said everything was about me, that he has wanted me for so long.
I push the stupid thoughts from my head. It just a matter of figuring out where we go from here, not if we are going to be together. I know for him I’m different than anyone else. He hasn’t told me he loves me, but it shows in everything he does for me. He was right when he said I might be at his knees, but I’m the one in control.
After he places me in the shower, we start washing each other like we do most mornings.
I go to reach for his cock, and he grabs my wrist, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. “Hands, kitten. I have plans for us today, and I already put us behind.”
“No work today?” I ask, a little surprised. Most mornings Charles still goes to work, but he doesn’t spend long hours there like he used to before. We go out together or hole up in our room together. But one thing I’ve noticed is, I don’t hate going to work with him.
Somedays I do odd things around the casino, or hang out with Tiff, or go to the spa. Other days I spend in his office, helping him with stuff or just lying around reading. I love this. It’s like I’ve slowed down and started to enjoy life. I’m no longer pushing through each day, trying to get as much done as possible, only to get up the next morning and do it again. This was the never-ending cycle I had let myself fall into when I worked for the Cortez brothers. I never thought I was unhappy there, but now I’m starting to think that maybe I was just content. I didn’t know any better.
“Nope, I have a special day planned for us.”
I make quick work of my morning routine, excited to see what he has planned today.
I pick up the clothes he has laid out for me on the bed and hold them up questioningly.
“Don’t these count at some kind of underwear?” I swing a pair of bikini bottoms around on one finger.
“You won’t be wearing them for long.”
I smile at his words. I slip on the skimpy garment and tie on the matching top. Charles comes over and helps me tie it around the neck, and then hands me a sundress.
“You aren’t walking around in just a bikini.”
I roll my eyes behind his back, even though I eat up his jealously about me. I put on some cream wedges to match the blue dress and I’m ready to go.
“Hair,” he says from behind me, reaching around me to give me a hair tie. I make a little huffing noise like I’m irritated, but he just nibbles and bites my earlobe softly, making me yelp out.
I’m used to my hair being up, and I mostly like it that way. At first I didn’t question why Charles would randomly ask me to pull up my hair. One day, when I finally asked, he told me he didn’t like others seeing it down. It was just for him. Enticing was the word he used. It was too enticing. How could I say no to that? That he was worried that someone would want to steal me from him because of my hair.
Pulling it up, I grab my phone off the table, but he grabs it from me, putting it back and dropping his next to it.
“No phones today. It’s just you and me.”
“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. He isn’t always on his phone, but he usually has it close.
“I’m going to show you what it would be like if you stayed here with me after the contract is over.”
I’d like to say “all you have to do is ask”, but I want to see what he has up his sleeve today. He looks so laid-back in a plain white shirt and board shorts. It clear we’re going somewhere with water, and if we’re leaving our phones behind, it has to be close.
“Where are we off to?” I ask as he pulls me out of our room and into the elevator. He hits button for the top floor, which also houses the VIP pool area.
When the doors slide open, the normally packed pool is completely empty.
“Where is everyone?”
He grabs my hand, pulling me forward to one of the cabanas.
“I closed it for the day.” He says it like it’s no big deal, and my eyes bug out in surprise.
“I can’t imagine the hell that’s being raised downstairs by some of the guests right now.”
“It’s not our problem. I don’t care—it’s my pool.” He pulls me in, kissing me sweetly. I had no idea this man was underneath all that hardness when I met him almost two months ago.
“Let me spoil you while we spend the day together.”
And he does. We spend the day making love, eating and playing in the pool. It’s utter perfection. I want to pout when the sun starts to set, the Vegas breeze adding a chill to the air.
“Don’t pout, kitten. We can do this any day you want to. Besides, I must have exhausted you by now,” he teases, pulling me up from where I’m lying and slipping my dress back on over my head.
“I think you’ve built up my endurance. I may soon surpass you, and what will you do then?”
“Let you ride me while I just lie back and take whatever you want to work out of me.”
“Yeah, right,” I laugh as he pulls me toward the elevators.
“I need to grab something from the front desk. You want to come with, or would you like me to stop on our floor?”
“I’ll come,” I say, nuzzling myself closer to him.
When we hit the bottom floor, the crowds part, moving out of his way just like normal. When everyone first started seeing us together they would openly stare, not used to seeing Charles with a woman. It was even startling to see him dote on one like he does me. He’d often pull me into his lap at company meetings or at one of the restaurants. I was a little uncomfortable with all the stares at first, but I’m thinking a company email went out or something because people seem to look the other way when we pass now.
When we reach the entryway, I see Stella arguing with one of the people at the front desk.
“Stella? Is everything okay?” I panic thinking something might be wrong. I’d left
my phone in the room with no way for anyone to get in touch with me. I look around but don’t see Aaron or Justin anywhere, and they’re normally two feet behind her. I look over and see one of the security guards who works at the Cortez Casino standing a little ways back from her.
“Mandy! They wouldn’t tell me where you were.” She shoots a glare at the front desk clerk who looks to Charles for help. He just shrugs his shoulders.
I break away from Charles’s hand and I feel him tighten it a little before he finally lets go. I go over to Stella and give her a hug. “I’m here. Is everything okay? The baby? The guys?” She looks over at Charles, and I see a spark of something in her eyes.
“No, they’re fine. I just wanted to talk to you. I didn’t have your number so I knew I’d just have to come here.” She’s distressed, and I can tell something is wrong.
“You seem upset.” I squeeze her shoulders and try to show her some comfort.
“I am. I just want to talk to you for a minute. I kind of ran out on the guys when they told me something.”
“Let’s go over here and chat.” I point to an empty table that sits in front of one of the coffee shops.
She throws Charles a glare before making her way to the table. I start to follow her, but Charles grabs my arm, pulling me to look at him.
“Charles, I have to go. She’s my family.”
“I know, I just…” He runs his finger across the collar on my neck. “I’ll be right over here if you need me.”
“I know.” Reaching up on my tip toes, I give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Order us dinner to the room. When I’m done talking to Stella I’m going to crash.”
He gives me a worried look but nods, and finally lets me go. I make my way over to Stella and join her at the metal table.
“So, how’d you give them the slip?” I ask curiously.
“Oh, I’m sure they’re close, letting me think I got the slip.”
I laugh at her undoubtedly true statement. “What happened?”
“Well, I kept asking them about you because your cell phone kept going to voicemail. I didn’t have any idea where you were and you never called. I knew they would know where you were.”
