Las Vegas Sidewinders: Toli & Tessa (Book 6)

by Kat Mizera

  Masculine didn’t even begin to cover his body. Probably six foot two to her five foot five, he had a runner’s body with broad shoulders, a flat stomach and lean hips. His thighs looked magnificent in tight black jeans, and she found herself wishing she could slip her hand inside his shirt to feel his skin.

  “See something you like?” he asked with a soft chuckle, startling her.

  “No! Yes. I mean, of course, you’re very good-looking.” She sighed and drained her drink. “I should go. I’m not very good at—”

  “Are you not interested in the club or not interested in me?” He didn’t seem to be mocking her as he waited for her answer.

  “You don’t understand.” She stared at some imaginary point of interest on the other side of the room wondering how much to tell him. It wasn’t like she’d ever see him again, right? “I’ve never had a pleasurable sexual experience; it’s always awkward and uncomfortable. I feel chubby instead of sexy. I can’t have an orgasm. I can’t relax. I came here tonight because I thought maybe a stranger, someone who works here, one of the doms or whatever they’re called, could help me figure out what I’m doing wrong, but now that I’m here...”

  His warm hand covered hers. “What are you afraid of?”

  She looked sad. “I, I don’t…know.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I just got promoted to my dream job,” she admitted. “I’m the new head of Media Relations for the NHL expansion team in Las Vegas. If the team found out, I could lose my job!” She started to get up.

  “Becca, wait.” He reached for her. “I understand. Really.”

  “No, you don’t. When you do things that are inappropriate, you get a slap on the wrist and maybe your team fines you, but they can’t afford to lose you. I’m just a publicist, and this is my first big-time job in the sports world. If I fuck this up, I will never work in sports again.”

  “No one will find out,” he said quietly. “Confidentiality is strictly enforced here.”

  “It’s not that simple.” She shook her head. “My mom counts on me too—if I lose my job we don’t eat. I’ve had to help take care of us since I was 14. I finished college and got a good job, but I still have thousands in student loans. I pay the mortgage, my car, groceries—almost everything. My mom is a maid, so her money doesn’t go very far. I’m the breadwinner in the family so my whole life revolves around my career. I can’t afford—”

  “Sometimes, querida, you have to trust. That’s why you came here, isn’t it? To test your resolve and see if you can find someone who makes you feel good?” His eyes burned into hers with so much passion she could barely think.

  “I don’t know,” she said with a tiny whisper.

  “I do. And I promise no one will ever find out anything that happens here tonight.”

  She wanted desperately to believe him, but she was nervous. If anyone ever did find out she’d been here, it could destroy everything she’d worked for. Even though she was an adult and it was legal to be here, this could be professional suicide. Or just incredibly humiliating.

  “Do you think what they do here can help me?” She looked at him imploringly.

  “Maybe.” His eyes were inscrutable.

  Dante

  He had no idea why he wanted her so badly, but he did. The idea of the sweet, insecure woman beside him going to one of these hard-core doms made him uncomfortable. He knew what went on in these places and he didn’t believe a stranger could give her what she needed. She definitely needed someone to take control; there was no doubt about that, but she required someone who wouldn’t just take control of her body. She needed to trust someone enough to explore the passion within without making her feel used; a sweet girl like Becca needed tenderness to go along with the physical aspects of good sex.

  When her nervous, shaking fingers closed around his he knew he would never let one of the professionals at this club touch her; if anyone was going to do this, it would be him. Whether it was here at the club or back in her hotel room, she was going to be his. He couldn’t resist the idea of taking the shy little beauty and showing her what she’d been missing. There was something beguiling about her, and for the first time in a long time he was enchanted by a woman.

  With their hands linked as though they were on a regular date, he felt something stir in his gut. The current chaos in his life prohibited him from dating someone like her and he didn’t want to admit how much he liked it. Warning bells were going off in his head, reminding him that he already had a woman in his life that was turning it upside down; the last thing he needed was a virginal little temptress with haunting eyes and a luscious body to complicate it further.

  He’d almost convinced himself to walk away before he did something he regretted when he felt her lean towards him.

  “What is it?” he asked softly, pushing her hair behind her ear.

  “I don’t, I wouldn’t, I don’t think I’d like to do anything in front of others.” She lowered her gaze.

  “That’s probably not for you at this stage,” he agreed.

  “I’ve heard stories about people having hot wax put on their genitals—does that turn you on?” she demanded, wrinkling her pert little nose. “I mean, would you…?”

  “Not a chance in hell!” he laughed. “The warmest thing I like on my cock is a woman’s mouth.” He saw her flush, but instead of shrinking away, she seemed to catch her breath.

  He bent his head and found her lips. She hesitated, so he waited, letting her open her mouth when she was ready. He lazily tangled his tongue with hers, drinking in her sweetness and kissing the spots that made her shiver.

  “Dante, what…what are we doing?”

  “Kissing?” He ran his knuckles across her cheek.

  “I don’t think I can do this—being here makes me afraid.”

  “Do I make you afraid?”

  “No.”

  “This isn’t my world,” he admitted quietly. “The only reason I came here is because it’s really the only place no one bothers me. I’ve dabbled in some of the dominant and submissive games, but it’s not the only way I like to make love.” His lips were warm on her neck as he continued to whisper. “But you, querida, I can feel how much you need something new—if you can trust me, maybe I can help you find what you’re looking for.”

  “Why?” she asked, her pale eyes blinking in the semi-darkness.

  “Because I think you’re beautiful. In another time and place, I would wine you and dine you and make love to you in a candlelit room. My life, unfortunately, does not allow for relationships like that. Instead, I can only give you tonight—anything you want or need. No strings, no questions asked, and my word of honor that no one ever finds out we were here.”

  For long moments she said nothing, her icy fingers still gripping his as she contemplated what to do. Finally, she slid off the stool and rested her head against his chest, her face buried in the softness of his shirt.

  “I don’t want to be hit. I don’t want anyone to gag me or burn my privates! I just want to have an orgasm. Is that too much to ask?” He could tell she was trying to keep tears from slipping from her eyes but he felt them betraying her.

  He reached out to brush them from her cheeks. “I can’t imagine the types of selfish bastards you’ve been with that didn’t take your pleasure into consideration, but if you wanted to try again, with me, I could make that happen.”

  “Here?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  “I think here, away from everything that you know, would be more comfortable.” He softly stroked her hair.

  “But you said you don’t like…” Her voice faded in confusion.

  “Are you asking me to play the part of a dom tonight so that you can submit to me? Is that what you want? Someone to take over and make you surrender?” He fisted her hair, just enough to force her to look up at him.

  Her eyes were big and round and anxious, but she managed a tiny nod.

  His lips touched hers, gently, like a whisper against h
er mouth. “Then that’s what we’ll do. There’ll have to be different rules for you, though. There’s not enough time to teach you what all of this means.”

  “What do I do?”

  He linked his fingers though hers again. “Trust me.”

  Becca

  Becca was afraid she might throw up as they left the manager’s office. He’d had them both sign something saying they were consenting to whatever it is they were going to do but she wasn’t paying attention anymore. Mostly, she’d just stood there and let Dante handle it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware she didn’t know what she was doing here or why she was going to let an infamous baseball player teach her about orgasms, but for some reason she trusted him. More than that, she wanted him.

  “Are you sure about this?” Dante put an arm around her shoulders as they made their way into an elevator that led to the private rooms on the second floor.

  “Yes.” Her mouth felt dry as she nodded.

  “Then from now on you don’t tell me no.”

  She frowned. “What if I don’t like it?”

  “You have to trust me. I know your boundaries; I know what you want.” He paused as they stepped off the elevator. “You know your safe word?”

  “Red.” She looked up at him solemnly.

  “Once you say it, it’s all over, so think carefully before you use it. I will help you with this, but you gotta commit to the experience.” His eyes were intense as he stared down at her.

  “I will.”

  “You can’t say no.” His deep voice was raspy now, his accent slightly more discernable. “You let me do what I want, when I want, how I want. Me entiendes?” Do you understand me?

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t care if you call me Sir or Master or any of that bullshit, but if you don’t do what I say, I’ll punish you like they do. The whole idea is for you to…submit.” Dante’s eyes were gentle but serious. “If you’re not willing to try, then there’s no point.” She could see his jaw working but his fingers were light on her face. “Tonight is all about finding out what makes you hold back.”

  He opened the door and let her walk in before him. The room was spartan but clean and pleasantly cool. There was an extra-large bed in the middle of the room, a night stand with a lamp, and a door she assumed led to a bathroom. She hesitated as she looked around, unsure what to do.

  “Come.” He led her to the bed. She shivered slightly when he pulled her towards him and kissed her with slow, delicious precision. He nibbled her lower lip before thrusting his tongue against hers. This time she met his kiss with interest, her fingers clutching his biceps. She’d never been kissed like this and it was better than anything she’d ever imagined.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  When she didn’t move right away, his voice got harder. “Now. If I have to do it for you, you’re gonna get a spanking.”

  Her mouth fell open. “You said you wouldn’t hit me!”

  He scowled. “I said I wouldn’t find a riding crop or paddle and blister your ass—but a few swats with my palm will teach you to obey. I know your limits and you said you trust me—this is the last time I explain myself.”

  The thought of him spanking her made her legs quiver and she quickly slid the dress down, revealing a lacy black strapless bra and matching thong. She tried to suck in her stomach but knew it wouldn’t matter; her stomach wasn’t big but it would never be flat. She was built like all the women on the Hispanic side of her family and they all had thicker waists.

  Dante was watching her with a slight curve to his lips. “You’re lovely, querida. I know you’re thinking you’re fat, but you’re not. I love your curvy body. I want to bury my face in your breasts for a coupla days…” His grin was impish this time.

  Dante

  This was going to be harder than he thought. She was absolutely bewitching; completely unaware of how sexy she was, her innocence tugged at his heart in ways no woman ever had before. Her little hiccup of pleasure as they’d kissed almost derailed him from his mission, but he managed to pull away and put on his most serious face when he told her to take off her clothes. She didn’t want to—it was written all over her face—but luckily she acquiesced.

  Laying her on the bed, he wished romance would work, but he knew better. No, she needed to be fucked. Hard. However, if she was as inexperienced as he thought, she wasn’t ready for a cock like his. He needed to arouse her first, and get her wet enough to take him. Lubricant was probably a must no matter what, and he made sure it was within his reach. Then he slid down between her legs and parted her thighs. Her pussy was beautiful, pink, delicately formed and practically virginal. But as he’d suspected, she wasn’t even the least bit wet, and that would be a problem.

  He lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on her clit, making her gasp, before sliding his tongue down to her core. He flicked gently, grasping her hips in his hands and moving her against him. She sighed, an almost imperceptible sound of pleasure, and he flattened his tongue against her. She moved a little, her body reacting to his touch even though he sensed her mind was trying to pull back. He flicked and licked, unable to remember the last time he’d enjoyed a woman this much, but she was so tightly coiled he could sense that her brief moment of pleasure was already starting to recede.

  Dante knew the moment she began to drift away from him. She’d been starting to relax and then her whole body tensed. Looking up, he saw her fists clenched at her sides and her eyes squeezed shut. He sighed with disappointment. Now he was going to have to move into the role he’d been hoping to avoid; regular sex just wasn’t going to work with her.

  Pulling away, he spoke her name sharply, making her jump. “Why are you fighting me?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed.

  She swallowed. “I, I didn’t mean to.”

  He sat up. “You know what this means, yes?”

  Her eyes were wide and uncertain as she shook her head.

  “I have to punish you.”

  “Dante—”

  “You do not have permission to talk.” He slid off the bed and went to the night stand. Everything he needed was there and he wondered how she would react; hopefully, she would have the orgasm of her life by the time he was done.

  “I—”

  “One more word, unless it’s your safe word, and I put you over my knee.” He met her eyes and she instantly closed her mouth. Moving back to the bed, he put the items he’d collected off to the side and reached out his hand. “Give me your wrists.”

  She hesitated, undoubtedly sensing he was going to restrain her.

  “Disobey me once more and I will take you out to the bar, strap you down on it, and allow everyone in the club to take a turn trying to make you come. Either we do it here in private or I let others do it out there.” He had to bite his lip to keep from chuckling when she instantly held out her wrists. He captured them and attached them to the Velcro strap that dangled from the head of the bed. Pulling the rope taught, he let out a breath at the vision she made with her large, round breasts now jutting up from her chest. He reached out and took one fat nipple between his fingers and gently rubbed, increasing pressure until she moaned.

  “That’s a good girl,” he murmured, leaning over and finding her lips. He kissed her tenderly, wanting to put her at ease. She would resist when he bound her legs, so he slowed down, letting her adjust to his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her breasts.

  Sliding his hand down her smooth skin, he caressed her stomach, making little circles with his fingers. She was soft and warm, and though tonight was about her, he couldn’t resist burying his face between her breasts and using his hands to bring them together. They were large, probably double D’s, with round, raspberry-colored areola and fat nipples that came alive under his lips. He lightly used his teeth as he suckled one and she gasped but didn’t move away. A smile played on his mouth, noting that she liked it a little rough, even though she didn’t understand that yet.

  He slid one hand between
her legs and chuckled when she tried to squeeze them shut.

  “Open for me, baby girl. I’ve already been in there.”

  She slowly spread her legs and he used one finger to slide up her slit, delighted to find her growing aroused. Finally. He moved his fingers between her silky folds and she tensed. Moving quickly, so she didn’t have time to worry, he pulled the restraints from the side of the bed and wrapped the first around her thigh, just above the knee. She made a noise of surprise but he’d moved on to her other leg before she could say anything, and then adjusted the ropes so that her legs were wide open and pulled back towards her shoulders leaving her pussy tilted up, completely exposed and open for him.

  “Dante!” Her breath came in short gasps and he held up a finger.

  “Not a word!” He gave her a no-nonsense look and she closed her mouth. “You’re still fighting me, querida. So now your pussy, your ass, your breasts, they’re all mine for the taking.”

  “But…” The gleam in his eyes made her stop talking.

  He knew she was on the edge, unsure whether to use her safe word or let him keep going or burst into tears, so he put his hands on her face and kissed her. His tongue toyed with hers as he whispered to her in Spanish, telling her she was beautiful and that he was so proud she put her trust in him.

  He moved away, reaching down to slide off his boxers. He saw her eyes widen as she got her first look at his fully erect cock. Lots of women reacted that way; many had never seen a pierced penis and he waited, holding it in his hand so she could get a better look.

  “You like it?” he asked casually.

  “Will that hurt when it’s inside me?” She seemed more curious than afraid and he shook his head.

  “No one has ever complained, but if it does, you’ll tell me, okay?”

  “Okay.” Her voice was a whisper as she watched him roll the condom on.