by Zoey Derrick
She climbs back off of me. My cock is hard as fucking steel, immobile and at her mercy. She goes to the foot of the bed and grabs my ankles, pulling me down the bed. The comforter on the bed slides with me, making the action effortless for her. She smiles a satisfied smile before walking back toward the head of the bed. I watch as she reaches into the bedside table one more time and brings up something. I can’t quite see it before she’s straddling me again.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I answer her.
She reaches and tweaks my nipple, hard. “No, what?”
“No, Mistress,” I correct myself and I watch as she shivers at the words I’ve used.
“Good boy,” she says quickly before her hands are in front me, producing a mask, the one I’d used on her on the bus. “Close your eyes,” she commands and I do. She puts the mask over my head, covering my eyes and I am plunged into complete and total darkness. “What is your safeword?” she asks.
“Sunshine, Mistress.”
As soon as I’m settled, she slides off of me, and the lack of warmth causes me to shiver and a drop of pre-come to slide down my dick. She hasn’t left the bed as I am leaning in her direction. Then her lips land on mine. The overwhelming sensation of not being able to see is a lot to handle and I moan into her mouth. She steals her moment to slide her tongue along mine. I feel her hand slide along my stomach, causing me to twitch. She smiles against my lip as her hand rides higher until she finds my nipple, rolling it between her fingers. I moan again and she lets my mouth go.
Being unable to see opens everything else up, including sounds, but she, with the exception of her breathing, is quiet as a mouse. The next thing I feel is a hot wet tongue sliding over my free nipple, near my fresh ink. The entire area is tender and sensitive making me groan with the pain that quickly burns out into pleasure.
She doesn’t stop kissing me as she moves around my chest, quickly biting on my other nipple before moving south. Kiss, lick, bite, repeat. My cock twitches again and I feel another spurt of pre-come make its way down my shaft.
“Well well,” she breathes and I feel the bed move again and she climbs off of it. I can’t hear her move, but I can sense her, somehow, don’t ask because I have no clue, but I know that she’s standing at the foot of the bed.
“That is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she whines and I want to smile, but I keep my composure.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I respond to her. I, unlike her, have seen training in action and though she’s a natural at it, we both have a lot to learn.
I feel her tap me on the inside of my knees, indicating that she needs me to spread my legs.
I do and I feel the bed dip between my legs. Then her lips are licking and kissing their way up my thigh. Anticipation is making me crazy. Desperate and wanting to beg her to fuck my cock with her mouth, but I know better.
She bypasses my cock for my stomach. She’s yet to lay a single finger on it and I’m dying. I whine.
That’s when her warm hand wraps around my balls and she squeezes. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” I cry out. She squeezes a little tighter, “I’m sorry, Mistress,” I say and she squeezes once again before letting go.
“What do you want, pet?” she asks me. Hearing the term pet makes it nearly impossible for me to hang on to my orgasm.
“You, Mistress.”
“How so?”
“I need you.”
“Tell me what you want, pet.”
“I want you to suck my cock, please, Mistress.”
I feel her hands slide along the topside of my thighs, I can’t see her but I can feel her warm breath against my shaft. Then without warning, her hot tongue sears along the underside of my dick and I erupt all over the place.
“Fuck me,” Raine cries out right before her mouth wraps around the head of my cock and sucks me down. Swallowing the spurts that slide down her throat. I can’t stop groaning and shaking as she milks my cock.
Finally when I stop coming, she doesn’t stop sucking, determined to keep me hard. It doesn’t take but a moment and I’m back to standing at full attention.
Well, that was certainly unexpected. I crawl up Dex’s body, still tethered to the bed. I need him inside me more than I need my next breath. I rub my pussy along his cock and he hisses through his teeth as my wet warmth registers. I lean up on one knee, giving me the ability to maneuver his cock and line it up with the opening of my sex. He moans as I slide the head in my wetness, preparing him to slide inside me.
That’s when I line him up and slowly adjust so that I can slide down on top of him. The moment the head of his cock breaks through that outer barrier, I shiver. “Ah fuck,” I cry out. He gently pushes himself up inside me and it’s at that moment I know he’s trying to take back his control. It’s also when I realize that I won’t ever make a very good top. That my place is on the bottom and at his feet. I push myself down and hold him down while I reach up to remove his blindfold.
He blinks as the light hits his eyes and they adjust. I can’t help but kiss him in that moment. I reach up to the cuffs and unbuckle one of them. “I need your hands on me, please,” I beg him, trying to indicate to him that I need him to take back control. He smiles as his wrist is freed and I push the cuff through the bar.
He brings his arms down and I sit up, taking him in deeper than I ever have before. “Fuck,” I moan, arching my back, sucking him in deeper, my breasts are pushed forward and he knows exactly what I need when his hands come up to cup my tits in his hands. His fingers immediately find my nipples and roll them, tugging on the barbells in the process. My eyes roll up into my head as I start to move on his shaft. My hands work to undo the other cuff from his wrist. “I can’t top you,” I breathe.
“Sure you can, you just don’t want to right now,” he answers as the cuff falls away and I toss it on the floor. “You see, princess, you needed that. You needed to know that you could control the situation.”
“And you needed to know that you could give yourself over.”
“Turn around,” he orders and that missing shiver of submission slides through me. “Carefully.”
In an awkward twist, I manage to get myself turned around and I’m leaning forward, my hands on his thighs for balance. His hand slides up my back, causing a shiver and my back to arch.
“Now, lay back,” he says sternly. I push myself up his shaft so that I can make the transition without causing myself pain. I lean back, my hands on his chest and he growls. I pull my hand away quickly remembering his ink.
“I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it’s alright. Shift your feet, so they’re in front of you.”
Again in another awkward move I manage to switch my feet around and get them under me so that I can hold myself above his hips. He then moves my hands, causing me to lie back on his chest. I rest my head against the right side so that I’m not against his fresh ink. Then his hands slide up my body, once again cupping my breasts as he gets his feet under him, lifting me up. I steady myself on my feet, giving me added leverage. Once he notices the shift in the weight, he starts the slide of his cock in and out of my pussy and I’m ready to explode. He’s so deep, the head of his dick sliding along that perfect sweet spot. His hands continue to work my nipples between his fingers, until one comes away, the one opposite my new ink, and it slides down my stomach, finding that little patch of hair before finding my clit.
His hand on my nipple, his cock pounding into me and his fingers stroking my clit send me soaring over the edge and I explode around him. “That’s my girl.” His breathing is ragged and harsh in my ear as his thrusting increases inside me until my orgasm subsides and he pulls himself free of my pussy, quickly flipping us onto our sides where he hitches my leg up and quickly slides back inside.
“Fuck, Dex,” I cry out as he continues assaulting my sex, bringing me back to the brink of another orgasm.
“My goal is to make you come in every position I can think of right now,” he
growls into my ear. “And I don’t care how many times I have to come to do it.”
Shivers of excitement run through me and his hand tugs on my nipple hard at the same moment his finger presses into my clit. My legs begin to shake with his touch. I can’t stop it; the orgasm he’s working me up to is intense. I cry out.
He pounds into me three more times before I explode, sending my orgasm from my body, his favorite thing to make me do. “Oh fuck!” he moans and his hand strokes at my clit ferociously, drawing out my orgasm that much more as I feel him pouring himself into me.
After a few heartbeats, he slows. My legs are still shaking with my orgasm and he extracts his still hard cock from my body before rolling me onto my back. Then he slides in between my legs. On top of me, looking at me. “There are a thousand and one more positions I can think of, but right now, I need to look into your eyes,” he whispers as his cock slips inside me and his lips land on mine.
“Ahh!”
He steals his chance and slides his tongue inside my mouth. I can feel him rubbing along my tattoo and if it weren’t for the fact that I’m afraid of scarring, I wouldn’t mind the lick of pain. “Dex?”
“Hmm,” he says with lust filled eyes.
“My ink.”
“Shit,” he says as he scrambles onto his hands, barely missing a beat as he slams into me. My eyes roll up. He takes to licking and kissing along my nearly healed, but still purple bite marks. Then he kisses his way over to a nipple that he pulls gently into his mouth. After having tugged and pulled, the softness is a welcome change. I run my hand through his hair and hold him there. Our eyes meet.
The look in his eyes causes my eyes to roll up once again.
“Look at me.” His soft command brings my eyes back to focus on him as he takes my nipple back in his mouth. He tugs and pulls on it, stressing it out before letting it bounce back. I watch as his tongue swirls around it.
“That is so fucking sexy,” I say as he pounds into me a little harder.
His cock never stops moving as he switches sides, treating the other nipple with the same love and tenderness as the first. I watch him again, this time my orgasm is near its peak and he knows it. His thrusting increases and I wrap my legs around him, holding him to me. “Come for me, bubba. Please,” I mewl and he thrusts harder once, twice and finally stilling on the third as he explodes.
Feeling his come filling me sends me over the edge as he grinds out the last drops of his orgasm.
“I’m going to check out of the hotel,” I tell Cami.
“Why?”
“Um, Dex is taking me to Vegas to see Derek and Dacotah.”
She laughs. “So he did find you.”
I look at Dex. “Did you honestly think he wouldn’t?” I laugh.
“No, I knew he would.”
“Thanks for telling Derek where to find me,” I tell her.
“I would have told Dex too, but he never called.”
I laugh again. “That’s because Derek beat you to the punch.”
“Good. Go have fun and don’t check out.”
“It’s a waste of a room.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just take what you need with you to Vegas and leave the rest there. How long are you guys staying?” she asks.
I look at Dex who shrugs. “I don’t know, a couple of days maybe.”
“Nah, leave your stuff there. Take what you need and go have some fun. You deserve it.”
“Thanks Cami.”
“I’ll talk with Derek and Tristan, maybe him, Jaden and I can pop over there.”
“That would be awesome. I haven’t seen J-Man in a while.”
“Alright, you better get going.”
“Thanks again,” I tell her and we hang up.
“She said to leave my stuff here. Just take what I need for Vegas and call it good,” I tell him.
“That’s fine, I would have paid to keep the room going, you have a lot of stuff here,” he tells me as he looks around the room.
“It isn’t anymore than I had on the bus, just that it’s scattered around. Until a couple of hours ago, I was staying here until next week.”
He pauses what he’s doing. “Why next week?”
“Or until I can find a new place to live. I turned in my keys this morning. They let me out of my lease.” I watch as relief washes over his features. “Because you paid for the appliances, I get my security deposit back, but probably not for forty-five days.”
“Your insurance money should be in before then,” he says as he sits down on the bed. “I want to help you.”
I sigh. “I’ve already gone to Cami. She’s allowing me the use of my company card to refurnish and find an apartment.”
“Do you have to pay it back?”
“Yes,” I say hesitantly. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, what if you just moved in with me?”
I stop and sit in the chair, unsure of what to say.
“Hey, you just agreed to marry me,” he smirks.
“Well, there is that.”
He frowns. “Do you take it back?”
I smile. “No. It’s just,” I look at my hand and the ring, “I’m not used to it.”
“We’ve practically been living together for the last couple weeks, sharing a hotel room, a bunk on the bus, how much different would it really be?” he asks.
“Fair point. Can we talk about it after the tour?” I ask.
He stands and walks over toward me. He leans down and kisses my forehead. “That’s probably a good idea.”
“Why’s that?” I challenge.
He chuckles. “Because I live in a tiny ass studio apartment.”
I laugh, “You’re joking right?”
He laughs with me, “No, I’m not. We settled out here shortly before the tour. I think we all took the first thing we could find because we had like three weeks before the tour started. Talon might still be in his van for all I know.”
I want to roll my eyes. “Well, then it’s a good thing we’re going to Vegas,” I giggle and I go back to packing up my bag.
A few minutes later I’m packed and ready to go. “Is everything going to be safe here?”
“No one knows this is where you’re staying and you can tell them downstairs that you’re leaving for a few days and that you don’t need maid service and to contact you if anyone enters your room. These hotels down here have pretty strict security because of their clientele,” he tells me with confidence.
“Well, alright then. Let’s do that.”
Twenty minutes later we’re in a rental car that Derek rented for Dex to get him here and back to the airport. “How’d you ditch the crew?” I ask when we’re on our way.
He laughs. “I pretty much told them to fuck off. I didn’t need an audience and I certainly didn’t want someone standing around waiting for me to come out. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come with me today, or at all.”
I give him a sad smile and he takes my hand and puts it on his lap. “I was afraid I’d have to board that plane next week and have to watch you go back to your old self,” I tell him, trying to maintain open communication with him.
“I don’t think I can ever apologize enough for the way I handled the other night. I would have run after you right away if I could have, in fact, I nearly had.”
“You could have just called.”
He smiles and looks at me. “No, I couldn’t.”
“Why?” I ask as he comes to a stoplight before getting on the highway.
“Because I needed to be able to look into your eyes when I apologized.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Dex?” I tease him.
“I left him back in New York,” he says with a straight face. “I left him the moment I realized I was in love with you.”
“In New York?” I can’t hide my shock.
“I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the moment you had that waitress dump that drink over my head.” He squeezes my hand on his l
ap.
“Oh my god,” I giggle.
“Then I fell more in love with you the moment your knee connected with my balls.”
“You’re sick.” I laugh a little harder.
“Nah,” he looks over at me briefly, “I just figured out what I wanted. What I needed.”
“You’re gonna make me cry,” I tell him.
“Please don’t do that. I think we’ve done enough of that.” He smiles with a brief look in my direction before looking back at the road.
About forty-five minutes later, after Los Angeles traffic, we arrive at the airfield and at Derek’s plane. “I’ve never been on a plane this small before.”
“This isn’t small, glowbug.”
“Yes, it is.” I can’t stop giggling with giddiness. He stops the car. “We’re really going to Vegas?” I ask.
“Yup.” He takes my hand and kisses it before climbing out of the car. I climb out after him and he grabs my bag. He left his with the plane.
Two and a half hours later we arrive at the Cosmopolitan in a limo. “Mr. Harris, Ms. Montgomery, if you’ll please follow me.” Dex and I fall in line behind a woman dressed in a skirt suit and she leads us through the sliding glass doors. “Mr. Hunter is expecting you. If you want to leave your bags with us, we’ll see that it’s delivered to Mr. Hunter’s condo.”
“Sure,” Dex says as he hands over my bag to a gentleman dressed in livery.
“Mr. Hunter is waiting for you in here.” She leads us into a back hallway and then finally into a mini ballroom where Derek and Dacotah are waiting at a table for us. I notice that Derek is dressed similar to Saturday night in a dress shirt and slacks and Cotah is wearing a cute sundress of pinks and greens.
“Hi guys,” Derek says as he stands to meet us halfway. Cotah follows behind him and I hug her first.
“Hey girl,” she says to me. “I’m glad you’re here.”
