Devouring Raine

by Zoey Derrick

  “Me too,” I whisper back and release her, then Derek wraps his arms around me and Dex says hello to Cotah.

  “Good to see you here,” he tells me.

  “You guys act like you thought I wouldn’t come,” I tease both of them.

  They both shrug and Derek ushers us back to the table. Dex, being a gentleman, pulls out my chair for me to take a seat.

  Once we’re all seated, it’s like we haven’t missed a beat since Nashville.

  I end up filling them in on what happened in Atlanta, then what happened with my apartment. I notice that Dex gets a little nervous when we’re discussing it and I don’t quite understand why that is, maybe it’s just the memory of seeing Sam in that picture that bothers him the most. Then I notice Derek is a little edgy too and it doesn’t seem to make much sense to me, but I brush it off and we move on in the conversation.

  “Is there something you guys want to do tonight?” Cotah asks as we finish up our dinner. I glance at my watch, it’s just after seven in the evening.

  I shrug. “I’m open, Dex?” I look to Dex, he shrugs too. “I guess we’re no help. It’s been a long few days, I’m not even sure if Dex has slept.”

  “I haven’t, but I’m good.” He squeezes my hand under the table.

  “Why don’t we retire upstairs? It’s a great night out,” Derek suggests. “We have plenty to drink.”

  “Sounds perfect to me,” I say and Dex agrees.

  “Perfect.” Derek finishes off his wine and then stands up. “Follow us,” he says with a smile and we do.

  Once we come out of the hidden hallway, he hangs a left into a small elevator alcove. From here you can see into the Cosmopolitan’s casino area. “I’ve never gambled,” I say randomly.

  “Never?” Dex raises an eyebrow at me.

  “Nope.” I smile.

  “We just might have to change that,” Derek says as he calls the elevator, which arrives immediately. He shows us how to enter in the code and hands Dex a card with the code written on it. “You cannot go anywhere on this elevator without that code or a keycard. The elevator opens into my condo and usually, once I retire for the evening, the elevator is locked by either myself upstairs or from down here if I call down.”

  The elevator takes off, faster than the one at Bold and I grab the railing for support. “I hate these things,” I say, “at least the express ones. I’ll sit through twenty floors at the office before I take the express up to Cami’s office.”

  Derek chuckles. “That express elevator has been there a long time. I know Bobby insisted on it.”

  “You knew Bobby?”

  “I did. He was a decent friend of mine. Not as good a friend as Cami and Tristan are, but decent enough. We had a couple of business investments together back when I first got started.”

  “I miss him,” I say, again very random and open.

  “That’s right, you were his assistant too, up until his passing.”

  I give a sad smile. “I was. But I have to agree. I have a much better relationship with Cami than I ever did with Bobby.”

  That’s when the elevator comes to a halt on his floor and the doors open. He ushers Dex, Cotah and I into the penthouse.

  “Holy crap,” I say as soon as I get a clear view of the room, but it’s not the room that has my attention, it’s the strip. “I’ve never been up this high on the strip before.” Shut up, Raine.

  Derek chuckles. “It’s quite the view, that’s for sure. What can I get you guys to drink?”

  “I’d love a beer,” Dex says. “Raine?”

  I turn to Derek. “Wine would be great, white.”

  “You got it. Little one?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Cotah replies to him quickly.

  “Why don’t you take Dex and Raine onto the patio. I’ll be there in a minute with drinks and then we can take the grand tour.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Cotah heads toward a door I don’t see in the glass. “I’ll be right there,” I tell them and I stay back, following Derek into the kitchen.

  “Everything all right?” Derek asks me.

  “Two things,” I say softly.

  He smiles at me, “anything.”

  “Thank you for getting Dex to Los Angeles, and then bringing us here.”

  He cocks his head at me. “You’re most welcome, sweetheart. I was once in Dex’s shoes.”

  “I know and I don’t know how to thank you for what you did.”

  “You being here is enough. Just relax, enjoy yourself. I imagine being on the road isn’t easy, in fact I know it’s not. There are months where I’m literally gone twenty-eight out of thirty days. I figured you and him could use some true R and R time.”

  “Thank you,” I say again.

  “You’re welcome.” He finishes pouring a couple glasses of wine then turns and grabs two beers out of the fridge. “You said there was two things?”

  “I did. I noticed that you called Cotah little one and out of respect for you, I wanted to ask permission to speak to her.”

  He smiles very warmly at me then touches my cheek with affection. “You’re very sweet to ask, but you don’t ever need permission, unless we’re upstairs. She is your friend, or at least I’d like to see you guys be friends, and they come with different rules. Cotah knows her rules, and you’re free to talk openly with her about anything.” He winks at me.

  “Thank you for that, Sir.” I smile at him and he nods. “What’s upstairs?” I ask.

  He pulls a Dex and raises his eyebrow. “Dex didn’t tell you?” I shake my head. “I have a private playroom upstairs.” A thrill runs through me. “You like that idea, don’t you?”

  “I do, Sir.”

  “You remind me so much of Cotah when I first met her. Willing and eager. I had to ask her so many times if it was really what she wanted or if she was doing it to please me. You know what she told me?” I shake my head and he smiles. “She didn’t verbally tell me anything. She got down on her knees and presented herself to me. I knew then that it wasn’t for me, that she enjoyed being submissive, despite knowing nothing about the lifestyle.” I grab the two glasses of wine and Derek the beers and he leads me onto the patio. “One thing we learned to do very early on was communicate and to never be afraid of a safeword. She’s used hers before, several times in fact, when I’ve pushed her too far. Sometimes it’s easy to call it out of fear of an unknown, when you get too inside your own head, which is what I know happened a few times. But we’d talk it out and try again, many times, not that same night.” He pushes open the door. “I learned that when we do scenes together, it is better for me to communicate with her some of the things I have in mind for her and I’ve learned what punishments work for her.”

  Dex and Dacotah join us then, listening to our conversation and Dacotah chimes in, “He never tells me what my punishments are unless he wants me to stew on them all day.” She smiles at me.

  “She’s right. Tell them what your least favorite, most often given punishment is, little one?”

  She shivers. “Ginger root.”

  “What’s that do?” Dex asks the question I’m thinking.

  “Pet?” Derek requests that she answer.

  She shivers before doing so. “Peeled ginger root, when inserted in certain areas burns really bad.”

  I shudder just thinking about that.

  “It’s a superficial burn,” Derek continues, “kind of like rubbing alcohol in a cut. It’s very uncomfortable.”

  “And effective,” she adds and I smile at that.

  “What’s your most common punishment, little one?”

  She flinches. “Rice.”

  “Rice?” I ask. Dex smirks. He knows the answer to this one.

  “Dex?” he asks, “Do I have your permission to show Raine what rice means?”

  Dex looks at me then at Derek before answering, “Yes.”

  I kind of panic a little as Derek leads us back into the house and into the kitchen. He reaches into the cupboard and g
rabs a red box of rice, then proceeds to sprinkle it on the floor. I watch as there’s a shift in power between Derek and Dex. “Kneel,” Dex commands and on instinct without a second thought, I do.

  Right. On. To. The. Rice. “Ow! Ow!”

  “Effective,” Dex says, but he pets my head and I lean into his touch.

  Fuck, this really fucking hurts. I keep thinking over and over, but I do my best to not show it. But then I accidentally shift positions and the rice digs in further. “Ow,” I whine.

  Dex holds his hand out for me to take. “Up. You’re not being punished,” he says softly and I take his hand, rising up off of the rice. Brushing it off gently as I go.

  “I don’t like that,” I say with a small smile.

  “But it’s a great lesson, to keep you in line,” Dex says with a smirk.

  “Yes, Sir,” I say and he wraps his arms around me.

  “Why don’t you guys go back outside, I’ll clean this up,” Cotah says without hesitation. I pull myself back from Dex to see an approving exchange between Derek and her. “Can I be honest, Master?”

  “Always.”

  “Since the rice was out, I thought if I cleaned it up, I could save myself from earlier.”

  “Ahh, and here I’d forgotten about that, little one.”

  I watch as her face falls and she lowers her head. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispers.

  “I know you are, little one. Clean it up, we can discuss it later.”

  “Yes, Master.” She still has a sadness in her voice, but he approaches her and caresses her cheek.

  The moment turns intimate and I turn away, snuggling into Dex.

  We all retired to the patio area after Dacotah was done cleaning up the rice. I won’t lie, watching Raine react on instinct, not knowing what to expect gave me a hard-on, though seeing her in pain was pretty difficult to witness. Which doesn’t give me much hope in the punishment department of this budding dynamic.

  “So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Raine asks and Derek and I exchange a look. Thankfully, Raine doesn’t notice it.

  “Tomorrow, you and I are going shopping,” Cotah says with enthusiasm.

  “Oh.” Raine raises an eyebrow at her.

  “Yup, I have a whole day planned out for us. Orion has to work most of the day.”

  “What about Dex?” Raine asks as she looks at me.

  “Oh, don’t worry about me, sunshine. I have a few things I’d like to do tomorrow too. You and Cotah go have fun shopping.”

  After that, Raine gets a little excited but it’s quickly wiped away by something, though I’m not sure what exactly.

  We spent a good few hours drinking beer and wine while talking near the pool. It was a cool night, but much warmer than what we’ve been in. Around eleven or so, I can barely keep my eyes open. “Why don’t we show you guys to your room?” Derek asks and I nod.

  “I’m fading pretty quickly,” I say as I rub Raine’s back. “It’s been a long day.”

  We all stand, grabbing glasses, bottles, garbage, etcetera before going inside. Once we’re done he escorts us down a hallway behind the elevator that we came up in before showing us into a room that is certainly bigger than my entire apartment. In the center of the room is a massive king size bed that looks very inviting. Standing near the bed are our bags.

  “Bathroom is here, there are plenty of toiletries and towels, but if you need more, let us know,” Cotah tells us and we all say goodnight.

  I’m a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see the playroom tonight, but that’s alright, we have plenty of time for that.

  “What’s the matter?” I ask Raine as she stands by her suitcase. I approach her, placing my hand on the small of her back.

  “I can’t afford to go shopping tomorrow,” she says and I sit down on the bed, asking her to come to me. She does with ease and stands between my legs.

  “You absolutely can, and you will,” I tell her, almost as a command.

  “No, really Dex, I mean it, I don’t have money to go shopping. Whether I move in with you or not…”

  I place my finger over her lips. “Listen to me, please?” She nods. “Can you please try to keep an open mind about this as well?”

  “Dex, I can’t let you…”

  “You can and you will. If it hadn’t been for Sam’s bullshit, you wouldn’t need new clothes, you wouldn’t need new furniture, and you certainly wouldn’t need to stay in a hotel room.” She tries to stop me but I give her a glare and she quiets. “Whether or not it was Sam, I still feel guilty about it and I’m going to tell you why.” I place my hands on the back of her legs, holding her to me. “Even if it was Michael who did it and not Sam, I still feel responsible for it.”

  “How?”

  “Because, I put you in the spotlight. It’s how your brother found you, it’s how Michael and Sam found out. I did that. So, tomorrow, I will be giving you my credit card and you will be going shopping.” She tries to argue again. “Remember what I asked you earlier today?” I remove one hand and take her left hand and twist the ring on her finger. She nods. “You saying yes to that question means that I get to take care of you. No matter what the reason. If I want to give you my credit card so that you can go shopping, I will give you my credit card, and if I want to buy anything for you, I’m entitled to do just that. So please, don’t take that away from me.”

  She cups my face in her hands. “You don’t fight fair,” she whispers before kissing me.

  I smile. “I never said I would. Now, strip. I want to fuck you.”

  She shivers in my hands and quickly removes her shirt. Exposing her breasts clad in the bra I’d bought her in Nashville. My hands quickly cup them and begin toying with her nipples while she unbuttons and removes her jeans. She flinches slightly as they rub along her hip where her new tattoo is, but she doesn’t let it stop her. I feel her kick off her shoes and then finally pushing her jeans down. The only problem is, she’s left her thong and bra on and I’m disappointed. I back off from kissing her and she sways her hips to unheard music. She gives me a little strip tease, though I can still see everything through the sheer fabric of her undergarments.

  “That’s my girl,” I encourage her as she continues to tease me. Finally shedding her bra and in a very sexy show, she removes her thong with her ass right in my face. I grab her hips and pull her back onto my face and my tongue slides inside her already slick cunt. I growl into her pussy and her legs tremble. I don’t stop licking and she spreads her legs wider, giving me better access to one of the places I love to devour on her. She tastes so sweet. Just the smell of her cunt alone is enough to get me hard.

  I stop toying with her slit after a few more moments. “Now, strip me,” I command and she straightens. Her legs are wobbly and I can tell she feels unsteady. After regaining her composure and her stance she tugs on my t-shirt and I raise my arms so she can pull it off. Then she pushes me back onto the bed so that she can unbutton my jeans. Once she’s done that, she pulls them off, but not before licking and kissing right along the waist of my pants. Her mouth is warm and the air is cool, the action sends goosebumps everywhere.

  Once she’s managed to rid me of my jeans, shoes and socks, she kneels between my legs and I watch her. Her eyes are silently begging me for permission and I nod. She gently takes my cock in one hand, stroking it gently upward. Then she cups my balls in the other as she begins to stroke and play at the same time. I groan.

  After a few heartbeats, I watch as she sticks out her tongue and begins licking along my shaft from base to tip. “Fuck,” I growl as I fall back onto the bed. I adjust, putting an arm under my head so that I can continue to watch her lavish my dick with her mouth. I gently place the other hand in her hair, encouraging her to continue, to suck me in deeper.

  She does not disappoint. Before too long, her mouth is sliding up and down my shaft with ease. She pushes me as far into her mouth as she can and I can feel the back of her throat. I can hear her choking slightly but it doesn’
t seem to bother her and it makes my dick twitch. “Fuck.” I can’t take much more of this. She uses the added lubrication from her dripping saliva to stroke my cock with two hands and suck on the head.

  When I’m on the brink, I manage to find the strength to stop her. “I want to come inside you, not in your mouth.” She smiles and licks a couple more times before letting me go and climbing up my body, her slick cunt sliding along my cock. She moans when my dick caresses her clit.

  I roll her over quickly before she can mount me. While I love her on top, I like her better on the bottom.

  I pull my hips back, letting my cock slide down her sex until it lines up with her entrance. I tease her with tiny little thrusts, barely pushing in and then pulling back out again. Her back arches under me and she shifts her hips, begging for me to slide inside of her. “Please Dex. Please,” she mewls and I smile down at her. I love that I’m capable of making her wanton. Her breathing comes in short spurts the longer I tease the outside of her pussy. I notice that her legs are trembling beneath me.

  “Are you ready to come, little one?”

  She shivers and pants, “Yes. Please, let me come,” she begs me and I nearly come at the sound of her voice.

  I pull her hands up, stretching them out over her head, holding her there. She wraps her legs around my waist, once again changing the angle of her hips, I slam into her and she explodes all over my dick.

  Dex elicited two more orgasms from me before he had one and we snuggled in and fell asleep. When I wake up, it’s nine in the morning and the windows in the room have a gorgeous purple black tint over them, keeping most of the sunlight out, but giving the room an almost black light effect. Dex is still snoring softly next to me and I just lay there watching him.

  The last few days have been complete madness, between what happened in Atlanta, followed by my leaving Florida and then Dex showing up at my hotel room, to him proposing to me and us ending up here in Vegas. I stretch, feeling deliciously sore from all of our activities yesterday.

  Wanting to let him sleep, I slip quietly out of bed and into the bathroom. Hanging behind the door are two bathrobes and I grab one and head into the kitchen in search of coffee.