by Amarie Avant
“And this here is Alisha Windhoek, she’s the gold coin, the wishbone, the lady bug, the rabbits foot, the pot of gold, all of that,” Jagger adds.
William’s eyes are trained on my breasts. I wore this outfit to tempt Jagger, when I grabbed it from the rack on the way to the cash register three days ago, all I noticed was the gold tone of it, and how it would look perfect with my then hair color. Now, I’m afraid to sneeze, let alone shake what my momma gave me by way of feeding me so much southern food.
“Shooting star.” William finally gazes directly into my eyes. Crap, he’s as handsome as Richard Gere in Pretty Woman. Salt and pepper hair, tanned skin, and a suit cut specifically for him. I cock a confused eyebrow at what he just stated.
“Lucky as a shooting star,” he repeats. “And as gorgeous as the day is long, Alisha, you truly are a shooting star. I do believe your husband may have mentioned every good luck charm but the one that epitomized your eyes.”
This old hound!
Jagger’s rigid muscles are hardening even further on the opposite side of me.
***
For about an hour, I sit back sipping glass after glass of champagne. The ambiance is perfect. It reeks of money, as men and women, even more beautiful and rich than the last, enter the high stakes area. Every once in a while, I lose myself to encouraging Jagger.
My mind roams with the thought of this being real. Maybe not us being husband and wife – there are too many facets that make up a marriage. But us… together.
“You’re doing so good,” I’d tell him. And then, feeling as if my motivation didn’t include enough chemistry, my mouth would seek his for a solitary kiss.
A kiss that would blow my mind, for all of a few seconds, as the Filipino dealer sets up another hand. It’s in those moments, when Jagger and I kiss, that I can truly stop focusing on the thought that I’m one of two people that know how long William Freedman has left to live. I’m also able to ignore just how creepy he is, leering at me the way he is, while engaging me in conversation.
“I like the two of you,” Freedman says, as he stands up and flicks a golden poker chip toward the dealer. “Will you still be in Vegas tomorrow morning? I’d like to invite you to breakfast?”
I glance to Jagger.
“Alisha, you must meet my wife. You look to your husband at every turn. That is true obedience. I love it.” He places his hand on my shoulder, allowing it to linger almost longer than necessary.
I grin and bear it. Acting as meek as I swear I’d never be. William asks Jagger, “Well, will you be here tomorrow?”
“We sure will.” Jagger moves a $100,000 piece through his fingers. He’s done a good job at hiding the scars on his hands. Although, Jagger’s muscular body is filled with blemishes that only seem to enhance his rugged sexiness, I can’t fathom how he’d explain away the hacking he took to his palms. But he moves the expensive piece ever so smoothly. Forget about the pain he has to be enduring, I can’t believe he’s so comfortable. No pangs of remorse about his intentions show on his face or in the way he holds himself.
“Good, I’d like the chance to persuade the two of you into a few things. Tom here,” Williams refers to the butler that came with the villa he boasted about during the game, “will make arrangements for tomorrow morning, I must be going.”
Jagger and I head out of the lounge a few minutes after William leaves. “So why didn’t we follow after him, get it done with already,” I asked, ready for it to be over.
“Were you aware of how many guards were in the room with him?” he replies, exasperated.
“No, somehow, I assumed you’d be capable of handling that.”
“I am.” Jagger steps before me. “Let’s clear the air. I could have murdered him while he was exiting the car at the valet, or even leaving the airport…”
“But now the two of us have made a freaky friend. I can just bet the proposition he has for us.” My eyebrows furrow and I start to ask Jagger why he’d want or need me for this mission. “Jag–”
“If he asks to fuck you, I’ll murder him with my bare hands.”
“What’s option number two?”
“I allow you to pull the trigger.”
Jagger starts walking. I’m rooted to the same spot. People move around us. He comes back and grabs my hand.
“Jagger, I’m not that type of person.”
“I wasn’t a jealous man until William slobbered all over your breasts.”
I chuckle. “He didn’t.”
“There,” he promises, pointing at my chest.
I glare at Jagger.
“There, Mikayla, just look down,” he says with conviction.
My eyes slide down then back up and pop down again, dammit, he tricked me! “Jagger!” I exclaim, filled with laughter.
“Why are you so happy about it?” he asks, pulling me into his arms. “I’m miserable.”
“You’re miserable? You made almost $200 grand tonight, so I’d say you made out like a bandit. Can we go do something fun, tonight. We agreed no talk of tossing me to Prince Fari until… this is over so… let’s have fun tonight.”
“Like what?” His eyebrows furrow.
“Pft. Have you ever been here before?” I ask sarcastically.
“On four occasions,” he says somberly.
“Oh, I guess you had to for your missions. Come on, Jagger, let’s have some fun…” I tug his arm in the direction of The Strip exit, instead of toward valet. Jagger’s story about his parents broke my heart. Although, I’m eager to learn more, I wonder if his rigid ways have something to do with how he was raised.
The night is young, well, it’s almost 11 p.m. so it’s young by Las Vegas standards, and the masses are just now getting busy.
***
We make it half a block before I trade in my stilettos for a pair of flip flops with the old school ‘Las Vegas sign’ brand on them. I have a super margarita in hand, and Jagger at my side, when water shoots into the sky from the fountains at the Bellagio hotel.
“What’s that?” he asks, mildly interested as a mass of people migrate toward the area.
“You can’t be serious,” I squeak, arching a disbelieving brow.
The left side of his mouth tips a little. “I saw it briefly one morning while passing by on a motorcycle, Mikayla. Have you seen enough, yet?”
“Nope–”
Jagger has me in his arms in seconds, placing me on his broad shoulders. My legs are wrapped around him, and my valley is right behind his head. The entire scene passes quickly, but I’m feeling self-conscious about the intimacy of this moment. Seems like the water is soaring from the lake for hours, and my mind shoots to the gutter with thoughts of his mouth on my hidden lips.
All I can think is that it reminds me of shots of cum soaring from his cock…sheesh, I need to get a grip. Just like that, Jagger has pulled me down, in front of him. He holds me to him, his mouth just inches from mine.
I gaze at his lips, silently begging him to kiss me.
“Mikayla, I am going to fuck you tonight.”
My mouth is salivating, and the lips of my pussy are just as wet.
He grips my ass. “Nod your head.”
It’s almost subconscious, this need to obey him. After a hard gulp, I shake my head. “Um… no.”
“Your brain isn’t connected correctly, sweetheart, so I’ll remind you of the trouble there’s to be had for disobeying me.”
“Put me down, Jagger.” Who says these kinds of thing?
He sets me down and presses his lips against my forehead. “I’ll fuck you good or I’ll spank and then fuck the bad out of you, Mikayla. I prefer the latter, your pussy might not be ready for that, though. Just a tip. Now, what’s next? The only fun I’ve had tonight was a few deep inhales of your sweet cunt, while you were watching the fountain.” He tosses a thumb over his shoulder, as if he’s in the throes of boredom.
Next, we try the zipline in downtown on Fremont Street. There I’m placed in another inten
sely sexual type of situation. This time Jagger is positioned behind me. He’s harder than a lumberjack’s ax, and the feel of it has me shift as I’m being hooked up to the wiring.
The ride lasts less than a minute.
“Can I get you to make one happy facial expression? Just one?” I ask while holding the photo of us from our ride. It’s the cutest thing ever. I’m in shock, and Jagger has the “meh” emoji expression.
“I liked it,” he deadpans. Jagger then proceeds to tell me about the next activity we’ll do. Something told me that he had a trick up his sleeve, but I don’t find out what it is until I’m alone, 600 feet in the sky, with the beast…
Jagger
On the taxi ride to Fremont Street, I spotted the bright purple lights of the High Roller Ferris Wheel, at The Linq Hotel. I knew Mikayla wasn’t interested in returning to Aria anytime soon. I’d scared the crap out of her with the truth.
We are having sex tonight. Just not in the Ferris Wheel. Though a little foreplay can only aid in having her blossom and open, just for me, ready for later on.
It’s past 1:00 a.m. when we make it to the front of the line. Mikayla has finished her tourist margarita, and she’s tipsy, until I tip the conductor for turning a blind eye and allowing just the two of us onto the next ride.
I lead Mikayla toward the dome shaped pod.
“This doesn’t sound like a good idea, Jagger,” she murmurs.
“We’ve done a few things you like to do. Now, it’s time for you to relax, enjoy the city from our very own observatory.”
She steps into the circular space with its glass walls. I press up against her shapely ass and Mikayla is at the other side of the room before the doors close.
“You look afraid,” I tell her. “I’m supposed to keep you safe, but you’re all the way over there.”
We begin to make our ascent as she responds. “Don’t be so cocky.”
I push back the hair from my face and glare her dead in the eye, “What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m … going to have to…” Mikayla licks her lips, “ask you to-to stop. Please.”
I fuck her with my eyes. “Your heart is beating faster and faster.” I press my hand against my broad chest and give a few thumps. “Your pussy is, too, right? You’re on the track to become a doctor, you know chemistry. Your cunt is drenching for me.”
“Jag…”
“And you’re cold.”
“I’m not cold,” she says, her voice a sweet melody. Plump lips trembling softly.
The space between us fades as I step up before her. My thumb glided over her erect nipple. The silk of her dress has kept my blood burning with desire all night.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Mikayla. Let that sink in. If you’d like, we can start right here–”
“You’re not screwing me in this … this place.” She fold her arms. The neon lights around us transform her skin from a flawless black diamond to sweet honey and vibrant reds as we continue to creep upward.
“No, not here. Your first time will be magnificent. But we have to get you ready for my dick. Here works.”
She’s shaking like a leaf. “It doesn’t–”
I grip her arm and yank her to my chest. “This isn’t debatable.”
“Jagger,” she scoffs.
“You know the basics of disobedience. Don’t do it. Because next I’m going to teach you when you can open your mouth. When you can cum. The list goes on and on. But for now, never forget to obey me. And if you do forget,” my hand paws at her chest, teasing her nipple so painfully that her mouth opens. My tongue tastes hers before she can cry out from the pain. She gives herself to me.
I clutch her ass and press her against a pole. We’re at the lower level hotel rooms. Bright lights shine on various windows. People can see us just as sure as we can see them. I don’t give a damn because all I can think about is my craving for the Malva dripping from her pussy.
I go to my knees.
“Jagger, they–”
She yanks at my hair. My teeth sink into the flesh of her hips. My hands slide over their ample curves. “Rub your nipples. Don’t dare take one out. I’ll kill any man who gets a good look. But let them see you rub your nipples.”
I’m discreet about it. My hand works its way between her legs. Mikayla moves her feet wider as I pull off her thong and place it into the inside pocket of my blazer.
“Pinch them,” I growl to her while my fingers find their way to her hiding spot.
Her fingers begin to hide as well. Her head kisses the pole as she tweaks at her hard nipple.
Sweets drip down my finger as it pumps inside of her. Mikayla arches her ass off the pole.
“They’re watching, Jagger,” she moans.
“Watch them baby, if you’re ready. If you aren’t, don’t take your eyes off me. Show your other nipple some love now.”
Again, we’re thrust upward. Mid-level hotel guests can see us. Some close their windows. Others stare openly, as if we’re fulfilling an erotic fantasy. I remove my hand, taste my finger, and wave.
“You are an asshole,” Mikayla moans.
“Should I stop?” I ask, although I could give a fuck about the answer.
“No.”
I rub my nose against the silk material. “Beg me to fuck your pussy with two fingers, Mikayla, and I will.”
Her skin is like brown sugar sprinkled with cayenne as she gasps. I bite her hip again.
Mikayla works at her breasts squeezing them. “Okay! Two fingers.”
“No, say it just as you were ordered to,” I growl, my cock so heavy it weighs down like a brick in my pants.
“Jagger, will you please fuck my pussy with two fingers,” she finally begs.
“Thank you for asking so kindly.” I offer a cocky grin with the snide remark. The fire of anger in her eyes is doused as I reach beneath her skirt. I have to press my index and middle finger together, and even then, I’m worried about stretching her too much.
“You’re incredibly tight,” I groan into her lower abdomen. Slowly, I stand up, continuing to finger fuck her, and then I lean forward to kiss her. I nip harshly at her nipple to take her mind off the pressure from me widening my fingers. My thumb kneads her clitoris until she lets her breasts go and raises her hands above her head to hold onto the pole.
“Jagger, I think I’m…”
I’m on my knees in seconds. This time I hike her leg over my shoulder as Mikayla begins to spasm. With my face buried into her cunt, I fuck her hole with my tongue, and lick her outer lips just as she comes. I drink of her. My cock is seeping with how hard she’s throbbing.
We’re high up, almost in the stars. It’s the perfect place for her first orgasm for the night. I catch all her juice, my tongue slithering around, it’s thick as honey and tastes even more amazing.
***
Once the ride on the Ferris Wheel was finished, we took a taxi back to the Aria. On the way, I asked, and Mikayla told me she was on the pill, and I thanked the Lord above that I didn’t have to request condoms from Harry. Instead, I texted our concierge about the abandoned ride at Caesar’s Palace, and requested exotic flower petals be placed all around our room.
By the time we arrive, Mikayla is quiet and meeker than ever before. She mumbles about needing a shower. I grip her arm. “You can try to stall me all night long, Mikayla, but come first light, guarantee, I’ll have had you already.”
She’s magnificent in her fear. Her tongue dips out, licking her lips apprehensively. She isn’t even touching me, but I can feel her trembling. She tremors like a baby gazelle, standing for the first time.
“Reach your hand into my pants, Mikayla,” I order, taking hold of her arm.
“What?” she asks, with timid innocence.
My hand grips her tighter. She understood me very well.
Her fingers tremble as she unzips my trousers, her hand slides inside, and I could instantly tell she’s shocked that I’m not wearing anything else. When her ti
ny fingers attempt to clasp around my throbbing cock, she whimpers. Her thumb and middle finger won’t meet. Her hand recoils as if she’d grabbed a snake.
“Go take your shower, I’m done with the stalling, try to wash off the feel of my mouth from your cunt, but don’t take long. I refuse to wait too much longer. FYI: I’m less gentle with no patience.”
My eyes warn her to hurry and go, because once she returns, there’ll be no time for fear.
Mikayla
I didn’t even see it. As the smoky water billows around me, I hold up my right hand, and place my middle finger and index finger about almost two inches away from each other. What the hell did I touch? The circumference of his cock is enough to make me lock the door. As I step back away from the knob, I have to remind myself to breath. Then I do a double take to confirm that the bathroom door is locked.
My heart is beating like a jackhammer, shit, it’s hard to hear my own thoughts.
“You don’t have to fuck him if you don’t want too, Mikayla,” I audibly mumble to myself, and groan. I desperately want his cock inside of me. But how? He had a Louisville slugger in his pants. My legs are shaky as I step into the shower.
The hot water beats at my skin as I’m hypnotized by thoughts of something I have yet to see. Something I’m too afraid to lay my eyes on. On one hand his cock felt glorious. Soft, yet silky. Rippled deliciously. The perfect hunk of man-meat, yet it was huge and jolted my heartbeat into a swift sprint. I was frightened and amazed at the same time.
“Why aren’t you touching yourself?”
My shoulders jolt at the sudden sound of his voice. I know I locked the bathroom door, and double checked, just to make sure he couldn’t get in. Slowly, I turned around. Jagger’s standing right inside the room. His suit jacket is open. He’s removed the holder from his hair, and long blond tresses graze across smoldering blue eyes.
“How did you get inside—"
“Uthando lwami, I could probably eat you until the sun rises—I’d enjoy it, too— and then, of course, I’d have my way with you. Trust me, you taste like manna from heaven. But I’m out of my fucking element here. I’m an impatient man, and that’s counterproductive to my attempt at being gentle and letting you lead,” he says, instead of answering me.
