Diamonds and Revolvers

by Olivia Jaymes

  “If you want to do this go into the bedroom and strip completely. Wait for me there.”

  “Don’t make me wait too long,” she said with an impish smile and then fled into the bedroom. Chris’s cock was already painfully hard behind the fly of his tuxedo pants and he had to take several breaths to get his arousal under control. There was a long night ahead of them and he didn’t want to rush through it.

  He waited as long as he could and then strode into the bedroom, his heart almost beating out of his chest in anticipation. If she was willing he wanted to push her boundaries tonight.

  If he thought she might be cowering under a sheet like a Victorian virgin he was mistaken. She stood in the middle of the room bare as the day she was born and looking so beautiful a lump formed in his throat.

  Long copper-colored hair almost to the middle of her back, a curvy hourglass figure, and a sexy smile that hinted and promised an evening of pleasure. The only concession to modesty was she’d placed her palms over the tips of her breasts.

  “I didn’t know if I was supposed to get in bed or maybe kneel or something.”

  “I’m not really the kneeling sort of Dominant. You can if it arouses you or puts you in a submissive headspace but it doesn’t do much for me. I much prefer my submissives bound and helpless. I want to be obeyed even when it’s something you don’t want to do. That’s what excites me.”

  “What would you ask me to do that I won’t want to?”

  “Lower your hands and put them at your sides,” he commanded in his best Dom voice. Immediately she flushed pink, her hands still hovering over her breasts. He knew this game only too well. Crossing his arms over his chest, he simply waited for her to obey, indicating without words that nothing would move forward until she did as he asked.

  One second. Two. Three. Four.

  Finally her arms dropped to her sides but so did her eyes. No longer looking him in the eye, she was staring at the floor.

  “Eyes on me, Susie Q. And keep them on me unless I tell you otherwise. It will keep you from being too nervous if you can see my facial expressions.”

  She raised her gaze and shifted on her feet. He’d always prided himself on being able to put a submissive in the correct frame of mind at the beginning of a scene and he hoped tonight was no different. He approached her slowly, walking around her, surveying her body from every angle until her mouth firmed and her green eyes shot sparks.

  “Are you just going to look?”

  Chris chuckled to himself but was careful to keep his features neutral. “I might. Tonight this body belongs to me and I’m enjoying the view. Raise your arms and put your hands on the back of your head so I may inspect what is mine more closely. Otherwise use your safeword and we’ll stop this, go to bed, and have regular sex.”

  Chris had given her a clear choice. What would she choose?

  Chapter Eight

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  Susie felt a fine sheen of sweat on the back of her neck. Chris had thrown down the gauntlet. She either needed to use her safeword or obey.

  She’d wanted this, craved it. Now that he was offering it to her why was she hesitating?

  Fear? No, she knew he would never hurt her.

  Shame? She recalled his words a few days ago. “I want a woman who goes after life the way I do but can still submit without shame in the bedroom.” Just because she let him call the shots in the bedroom didn’t mean he would respect her less. He’d said that it took a strong woman to submit. Was she strong enough? Did she want this enough?

  Taking a deep breath even as her pulse pounded in her ears, she lifted her arms and placed her hands behind her head. It lifted her breasts and his gaze instantly zeroed in on the puckered nipples.

  “Good girl,” he praised, stroking her hair, a smile on his face. A rush of warmth ran through her and she leaned into his caress of her cheek. “Such a beautiful body and all mine to play with tonight. What shall I do first?”

  She didn’t care; she only hoped he would do it quickly. Her body was on fire, arousal licking at her flesh. Her pussy was already wet, a few drips of honey on her thighs.

  He moved forward, backing her into the tall post of the four-poster bed and then lifting her hands over her head. Wrapping a piece of cloth around each wrist, he fastened them with velcro tethers that kept her from lowering her arms. For all intents and purposes she was bound to the high bed canopy.

  His hands skimmed down her torso to span her waist before moving up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing the nipples until they ached.

  “So beautiful. So responsive.” He pinched them a few times until they were a rosy red.

  “Do you like being at my mercy? You have no decisions to make, nothing to worry about. All you need to do is feel.”

  God help her she loved it, fierce arousal almost overtaking all her senses. This was what she’d longed for and yet he’d barely begun.

  Dropping to his knees he pushed her thighs apart. “Wider, Susie Q.”

  Her breath hitching in her chest she slid her feet farther apart, at the same time tugging on her restraints. She was firmly attached to the bed and clearly not going anywhere until he decided she would. She couldn’t say he hadn’t warned her about being helpless and at his mercy.

  That fact only served to amp up her arousal ten-fold and she moaned as his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. His finger traced the damp lips of her slit before delving in more deeply until he was in all the way, rubbing a sweet spot inside of her.

  Her knees might have given way but she locked them, staying upright even as he added a second and then a third finger. Her pussy clenched and another gush of honey ran down her thighs as she moved restlessly, needing so much more.

  He teased her entrance, then moved his fingers to her hard and swollen clit. He circled it over and over, finding a rhythm until her body was strung taut like a bow.

  “Come now.”

  Susie threw her head back with a scream and cream gushed from her pussy, drenching his fingers. She pulled on the restraints frantically, his name falling from her lips. He lightly stroked her clit until every spasm had been wrung from her body and she hung limply from the restraints.

  Chris’s strong arms held her up as he released the restraints from her wrists. Guiding her to the bed, he placed her on her knees and pressed her shoulders down into the mattress. He pulled her right wrist back and used the tethers to tie it to her right ankle, repeating the process on her left side. She could feel herself start to build toward release again at the submissive position Chris had placed her in. This was what she had secretly craved but had never been able to express.

  He pushed her knees wider apart and she felt him begin to nibble the inside of her thighs, his tongue tracing erotic and carnal patterns on the delicate skin. She trembled with pleasure as his tongue found her swollen pussy, already sensitive from her orgasm, tongue-fucking her entrance. Her entire body shook with arousal and she teetered on the precipice, so close but yet not quite there. She cried out in frustration when his warm tongue ceased its ministrations.

  “Not yet, Susie Q. There’s more I want to show you.”

  The first smack of his hand on her bottom surprised her, but pleasure quickly followed sending sparks of arousal from her warm ass to her hot, needy pussy. Each smack on her cheeks added to the overall heat and she squirmed, trying to incite him to spank her harder. When his palm smacked her slit she cried out, at first with pain and then with pleasure. She slid her knees a little farther apart to expose herself further. He took the hint and smacked her pussy once, twice, three times. The third smack, just hard enough to sting, sent her over and she screamed as her climax hit her hard. White and colored lights danced in front of her eyes and she gave herself over to the pleasure that seemed to radiate to every part of her body, intense and hot.

  Susie heard the sound of a zipper and then Chris’s hard cock brushed her abused bottom. He pressed into her, sliding in to the hilt with one mighty thrust. His hand
s anchored on to her hips and he began powering in and out of her, grunting with each commanding stroke.

  She moved with him as much as her bonds would allow, inciting him to fuck her harder and faster. Her release built quickly and she was beyond the ability to speak, her voice limited to mewls of pleasure and exhortation.

  “Come with me,” he whispered in her ear as his fingers found her already swollen clit.

  She screamed as her orgasm carried her away. Lights flashed and whirled, and she dragged in air as her pussy clamped down on his cock. She felt Chris thrust into her and hold still, grunting his own release. His cock jerked inside her as he came, his heat filling the condom and his hands biting into the soft flesh of her hips.

  As she came down from her climax Chris carefully pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. With gentle hands he untied her wrists from her ankles. She stretched out on the bed while he massaged sore muscles from her toes to her shoulders. The bed moved and she was starting to fall asleep when she felt him lift her up in his arms and carry her toward the large adjacent bathroom.

  “Hmmmm…now this is service.”

  His chest rumbled against her cheek as he laughed.

  “We aim to please,” he teased, his voice soft in her ear. “That was only the first course. We have all night to explore. I’m in no hurry.”

  He lowered her into the steaming, swirling water, her whole body relaxing. He joined her in the tub, pulling her back against his chest, not talking but simply allowing the serenity to wash over them. Their fingers tangled together, she relished in the heaven of his large body cradling her own smaller one. It made her feel delicate and protected, although it wasn’t very politically correct to think it.

  “I didn’t know it could be like this.” She finally put words to the emotions that were overwhelming her. “I feel so close to you.”

  It felt perilous to confess, but instead of scoffing at her words his arms tightened and he dropped kisses on her damp shoulder.

  “I feel the same way. I think it’s because we were friends first. We already liked each other, enjoyed each other’s company. Now we’ve taken it to a whole new level.”

  “Did you know we would be good together?”

  “No,” he chuckled. “I hoped but I didn’t know for sure. I wasn’t sure you would like my style of domination to be honest. You could have told me to go pound sand for all I knew.”

  “And if I had?” She trailed a wet finger up his arm, tracing the muscles.

  “Then we’d have vanilla sex and I’d hope that you might trust me at some future point for more. And before you ask what if you never would, well, I guess it would depend on how serious we got about each other. I am what and who I am, although I enjoy regular sex just fine. I simply prefer to be in charge.”

  His hands were kneading the muscles of her shoulders and she groaned and stretched luxuriously.

  “I’m happy to let you be in charge, although every now and then I might want to be.”

  His fingers fell away and he spread his arms wide. “Go right ahead. Do whatever you want.”

  Turning in the tub so she faced him, she evaluated his expression. Was he serious? Would he really allow her to take control?

  “Go ahead,” he urged. “I’m feeling very laidback right now so this is your chance.”

  Switching position so she was straddling him, she let her hands glide up and down his wide chest covered in a smattering of silky hair. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his softly before pulling away, then doing it over and over until he groaned his frustration at her teasing.

  “Witch,” he growled, his lips curved into a smile. “Remember that next time I will be in charge.”

  She’d worry about that later.

  Pressing a kiss to his stubbly cheek, she trailed her lips across his jaw to his ear and then down his neck and chest. He levered out of the water and sat on the edge of the bathtub, his cock jutting out hard and proud from between his legs. Now out of the water, she was able to continue her mouth’s journey down his hard abs all the way to his impressive length.

  Susie licked up and down the shaft, tracing the veins with her tongue before engulfing the reddish-purple mushroom head in her mouth. He gave a strangled groan as her head began to bob and she flicked her tongue back and forth in butterfly licks designed to drive him absolutely insane with pleasure.

  She loved the feeling of his heavy cock on her tongue and the way it stretched her jaws wide. Taking him in as far as she could, she swallowed on him as she swirled her tongue. He cursed and his fingers tightened in her hair. Dragging himself back from her lips, his chest rose and fell rapidly.

  “Easy, Susie Q. I don’t want to come there.”

  She looked up at him from under her lashes. “I thought I was in charge.”

  Chris laughed and lifted her chin so their gazes met. “You are. Kind of. As long as you want to do something that I want to do.”

  “That’s hardly in charge,” she pouted, although not really put out all that much. She liked him bossy in the bedroom. Or the bathtub, for that matter.

  “It’s close.” He sunk back into the hot, steamy water. “What does the boss want to do now?”

  Susie tapped her chin playfully, pretending to consider the question. She already knew what she wanted. Sucking his cock had turned her on and she knew the next place she needed it.

  “I’m thinking…ride you like a pony?”

  Chris’s smile turned into a grin. “That’s a fine idea but how about I fuck you up against the shower wall? That’s always been one of my favorites.”

  She didn’t have enough oxygen in her lungs as he pulled the plug on the drain and the water level slowly lowered. “That sounds…good. I’ve never actually done that. Won’t I be too heavy?”

  Chris helped her stand and then turned on the two shower heads, adjusting them just right. “A little bit like you? Hardly. Now let’s get this jet in the exact spot.”

  The “spot” he was referring to was her slit and the warm water rushing over her clit almost brought her to her knees. Only his strong arm around her waist kept her upright.

  “I got you, baby.”

  He certainly did. In only a few days he seemed to own her body and soul. Was her heart next?

  Lifting her off her feet, he braced her against the tile wall, her legs wrapped around his lean middle and his cock snug against her pussy. He kept an arm under her bottom and adjusted the shower heads again so that one was sending a cascade of water down his back and the other sending a steady stream onto her clit.

  “Ready, Susie Q?” His big cock pushed at her entrance and she moaned as the muscles of her pussy gave way and he seated himself deep inside. His strokes started slowly but built in power and speed until they were both panting, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. Each thrust rubbed the sweetly sensitive spots that no one else ever seemed to find.

  She hooked her ankles together, her head lolling to the side to allow his lips to find the place where her shoulder met the nape of her neck. Moaning as he nipped at it, her clit swelled and throbbed as she neared the pinnacle of release.

  “Chris, now,” she begged, the hammering of her heart sounding like drums in her ears. He moved her ever so slightly, the water hitting her at a slightly different angle. Lost in the scent and feel of him, spots and stars sparkled in front of her eyes and a wave of pleasure ran through her as her orgasm peaked. Toes curled, she panted his name over and over until he too thrust one last time, his body freezing. She watched in fascination as his jaw tightened and the muscles on his neck stood out in stark relief. A few expletives fell from his lips and then they crashed down on hers, the kiss searing her with its ferocity and heat.

  At some point he let her feet down so she was standing on the porcelain but was supported by his strength. Their labored breathing became more normal and it was then that he reached for a bottle of shower gel and began ever so gently soaping her body, starting at her neck and worki
ng his way down to her cherry red toes, cajoling a few giggles as he tickled her ribs.

  He could make her scream with ecstasy and he could make her laugh. She only hoped that after this week he wouldn’t make her cry.

  When he was done her fingers itched to return the favor and she let her hands glide over the dips and planes of his male body, so different than her own. They rinsed the soap from their skin and he turned off the water, drying her body with a fluffy towel before his own.

  Chris tossed the towels away and lifted her naked into his arms and carried her to the bed, sliding both of them under the covers. She pillowed her head on his shoulder and tried to make sense of all the emotions running wild inside of her.

  “I didn’t plan this,” was all she could say. She’d planned on some light, non-commitment fun with Dane. This thing with Chris was completely different.

  “Sometimes the best things happen when you don’t plan them. Don’t make yourself crazy, Susie Q, trying to figure this out tonight. Don’t try to analyze it. Just enjoy it. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “What about when the wedding is over and we go back to Florida?” She hated herself for asking. It sounded insecure and clingy but that’s how she was feeling at the moment.

  “I’ll still be there.” Chris stroked her hair, his fingers brushing her cheek. “Sleep. There’s still a hundred things I want to do to you and we have the suite until eleven tomorrow.”

  Her limbs felt heavy and her eyelids began to droop. If Chris said he’d be there then he’d be there.

  What that meant she didn’t know, but he was right. There was time to think about it later.

  But one thing was bright and true. Christian Rhodes was on the road to stealing her heart.

  And she didn’t mind in the least.

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  If Susie lived to be a hundred she’d never understand the allure of a half-naked stranger oiled up and gyrating on stage and smirking as a bunch of women screamed and salivated. She hadn’t hired the stripper nor flown him out to the private island but Tracy had been adamant.