Betting On It

by Violet Blake

  He nodded and finished chewing on his bite. “The corporate beer machines want to cash in on our success, and distribute for us. While it’s great, on the other hand we could lose part of what we are, so we decided to do it ourselves. We’re building our own bottling facility about an hour away.”

  Wow. There was really a lot at risk for the Callahans.

  “So,” he said, “when you tell me you want to strike out on your own, find your own success, I can honestly say I understand.”

  I clinked glasses with him. “Which is why I keep you around.”

  “Speaking of which, any list items you’re particularly excited to get out of the way?”

  “Well. I did pack a little something for us to play with tonight.” I set my bowl on the counter and drank from my IPA.

  No matter what, tonight’s activities would be epic. Whether they were epically funny or epically fucktastic were to be determined. But I wasn’t about to let that question go unanswered.

  He set aside his bowl and propped his elbows on the table, steepling his fingers. “Tell me all about it.”

  Coherent words failed to come to mind. Might be best to just show him. I stood and took his hand, then led him up the stairs to his bedroom. When I opened my suitcase he made a choking noise.

  “What—where—holy shit! Where did you get all these?”

  “They were a sorry-your-engagement-didn’t-work-out gift, and that’s all you need to know.”

  “And this gift was part of the bet, I take it?”

  “Yeah. So are you game, or do I need to rescue my tied-up friend from my closet?”

  He still gaped at the contents of the case, but his surprise morphed into interest. He reached for the purple one that was the biggest, with the little rabbit sticking out of the side. “I’m almost scared to ask what this does.”

  “Emily had promised screaming with that one.” I picked up a riding crop. “You know what this is for, though, right?”

  He snatched it from me. “The only one who will be doing the spanking in this room is me. So be a good girl and take off your clothes.”

  “Call me crazy, but I get all tingly when you tell me what to do like that.” I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tore it off, then shucked off my leggings. Now in nothing but my bra and panties, I eyed the whip. Would he really use it? For a moment all I could do was stare, unsure if I was more excited or scared of it.

  “Safe word,” he reminded me. “So I won’t accidentally hurt you.”

  “Have you done this before?” Not that I wanted details. Nerves had set in, though.

  A smirk played on his moist lips. “You really want the answer to that?”

  “Fine. Maybe not.”

  “Doesn’t matter. You’re the only naughty girlfriend I’ve ever had, despite your insistence on rules.” He slapped the crop against his palm.

  I flinched, but my sex had wound so tight I knew it was definitely not out of fear. Eyes still locked on the whip, I stammered out, “I’m actually p-pretty big on following the rules.”

  “Then show me how good you are and take off your bra.” His voice was all business, and I had no choice but to unclasp my bra. Not that I wanted to do anything but that. “Now your panties,” he said, his tone honeyed.

  I pushed them off my hips and let them slide down my legs.

  “Safe word?” he prompted.

  “Um…” I skimmed the room over for inspiration. Because real thought right now? Not happening. My eyes settled on a painting on the wall. “Skyscraper.”

  “Skyscraper it is. Lay down.”

  Not that my sex life had ever been so exciting, but I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on by being told what to do like this. Sawyer was the type who was always in charge, but he wasn’t the type who had to push people around. He was quiet and compassionate, and people liked to please him.

  This bossy side, though? Sweet lovin’.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed myself back, until I could lay down. “Don’t you need a safe word?”

  “Why would I need one when I’m the one with the whip?”

  “What if I turn you on so bad that you feel like it’s going to kill you? What then? I can’t have you dying on me. Who would I finish my list with? I’ve never had a thing for necrophilia.” If this verbal diarrhea kept up he’d bind and gag me, too.

  He moved so his legs were on either side of my hips, and peered down at me. Concern drew a line between his eyes. “Blair?”

  “Yes?”

  “If I feel terrified that you’re going to somehow maim me with your sexiness, my safe word will be sunlight.”

  “All right.”

  “All right,” he said. “Now turn over.”

  My insides trembling, I flipped onto my stomach. I rested my chin on my hands. He put the suitcase on the bed next to us, and I heard him rustling around inside it.

  “Ar-aren’t you going to take off y-your clothes, too?” I asked.

  His lips grazed the back of my shoulder. “I need to make you come at least five or six times first.”

  “Oh.”

  His hands massaged my shoulders and upper back until I relaxed. I nearly fell asleep. That is, until I felt the first smack of that whip on my ass.

  It didn’t hurt. Really, it didn’t. It was more stimulating than anything, and the whimper that spilled from my lips was pure joy.

  He smacked my other cheek, and my fingers curled into the bedspread. The feathery end of the whip tickled me at the base of my neck and teased its way down my spine, sending waves of delicious pleasure through my entire body. My nipples hardened so much that I pushed up on my elbows to relieve the pressure.

  In this new position, the air kissed my nipples, and while I found a small amount of relief now I needed them to be handled.

  Sawyer covered my back with his front and took my hands in his, prying them from my breasts. “What do you need, Blair? I’m taking care of you right now.”

  I closed my eyes and shuddered. This was so… I had no words. “They hurt if I don’t touch them.”

  He licked my neck and groaned, while tracing my areolas with his fingertips. His erection pressed into my back, and I couldn’t believe he still wore his pants. Because damn.

  I leaned into his kisses, turning my head so I could kiss him. His tongue tangled with mine, his fingers on my nipples mimicking the way he kissed me. I clenched the duvet between my fingers, reluctantly following his orders not to do anything but receive.

  “Better?” he asked.

  I nodded, and he moved back down. Seconds later the distinct buzzing of one of the toys filled the room, followed by the soft click of a bottle opening. I braced myself for what was to come.

  Which, not surprisingly, was me.

  He reached over my head and grabbed a pillow. “Lift your ass,” he commanded.

  I did, and he pushed the pillow under my pelvis. Now my ass was higher than the rest of me, my legs slightly parted, and I felt more exposed than I think I ever have.

  His hands clamped my butt, and he pushed so my sex was completely bared to him. “So perfect.”

  I held still, waiting. The vibrator rested against my ass, held in place by Sawyer’s large hand. One finger pushed inside me, in and out and in. I cried out when he hit that spot that made me come undone better than any of my own DIY efforts had before.

  Before the orgasm even died down he removed his hand and the vibrator took its place. He’d chosen one of the smaller ones, a harder, rubbery plastic that had a smooth surface, and was designed to stimulate the G-spot.

  From orgasm to orgasm in less than thirty seconds? Un-fucking-real.

  “Don’t I get to use one on you?” I asked, panting so hard I barely got the words out.

  “After I try them on you,” he said, but his tone was teasing.

  “You are killing me, Sally.”

  Without missing a beat he spanked me with the whip.

  I laughed so hard I almost forgot I was supposed to be
turned on. Until the next vibrator made contact with my clit, which I’m sure was swollen like crazy by now. This was the purple one. I knew it. It filled me completely, not only vibrating, but there were two inches of pearls at the base that spun and caressed me, too. Not to mention the rabbit that eked out the most exquisite form of tortuous pleasure on my clit.

  The pleasure reached a point that tears filled my eyes, and I grabbed a pillow to stifle my moans. Sawyer moved that lovely device in and out of me, finding a provocative rhythm.

  “That feels soooooo good,” I crooned into the pillow, lifting my hips more.

  His lips and tongue covered the last spot he’d spanked me, softening the sting that lingered. His hand covered my other cheek while the other worked that vibrator—and me.

  I didn’t want it to be over, ever. But within the next couple of seconds I came hard. I’m pretty sure I blacked out it was so amazing.

  Sawyer turned me over and covered me with his body, kissing me everywhere. He of course settled on my boobs, his favorite part of me. I was on a high and I couldn’t come down, and it was just too much.

  He laid next to me and held my face. “Are you all right?”

  I nodded, training my breath to slow down. My lips were numb, as were my fingertips and toes. “I’ve just never—this is—nothing like it.”

  “Okay.” He kissed my shoulder. “I might’ve gotten carried away.”

  “No way,” I said. I moved so I was on top of him, and straddled him. While I unbuttoned his shirt I said, “You were perfect.”

  He caressed my thighs, and I bent down to lick his pec. We’d slowed down considerably, but it didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy. I traced the muscle with my tongue, occasionally scraping the skin with my teeth. He moved my hair and absently ran his fingers through it while I used his body like a lickable playground.

  My lips brushed the tip of his nipple, and I flicked it with my tongue. Men surely had to like it a little. His fingers clenched in my hair and he held me to his chest. I licked him with the flat of my tongue, enjoying the hiss he made.

  I sat up and pulled his shirt out of his pants. “Your turn.”

  His eyes widened a bit.

  “What? I don’t get to have all the fun, right? I’ve been dying to use one of these on you.”

  He coughed. “You have?”

  Slowly, I nodded and reached for his belt. After we’d done away with his clothes I eyed the case and wondered what he’d actually like. I held up the satin and Velcro bonds. “I could tie you up.”

  “Not tonight,” he said, his voice edgy.

  I aimed a smirk his way. “What? We could get two things out of the way tonight.”

  The light in his eyes faded. “I’m not ready for that tonight.”

  I frowned, and not wanting to push further, I tossed the bonds into the case and grabbed another toy.

  I selected a light blue one that was soft rubber, very flexible, but packed a punch. Casting a naughty smirk at Sawyer for approval, I turned it on. “Yes?”

  The darkness lifted. “Yes.”

  After pouring lube on my hands and rubbing them together, I covered his cock and the vibrator with it. With just the tip I teased, thrilled at the way his cock jerked and seemed to become even longer, thicker.

  “Christ,” he breathed.

  “You like?”

  “Very much. More. Now, woman.”

  I narrowed my eyes and shook my head, taking the vibrator away from him. “Woman? Where’s that whip?”

  He snorted, falling into the pillows. “I’ve created a monster.”

  “Should’ve thought about that, huh? Be grateful I’m merciful.” I caressed his sac and used my free hand on his cock. When I felt as if I’d tortured him enough I moved the vibrator to the root of his penis, massaging the shaft. He held onto my thighs the entire time.

  When the vibrator was flush against him I moved my hands up and down, watching, hungry for his reaction. His teeth clenched and his eyes set in concentration. I knew he was dangerously close to losing it. With my middle finger, I pressed into the spot between his balls and anus, which Cosmo said would be earth shattering. Turns out Cosmo gets a few things right now and then.

  “I’m going to come.”

  “How do you want to come?” I asked.

  “Inside you.”

  I didn’t hesitate. Within the span of half a second I lowered myself, relishing his penetration. My hands rested on his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around my wrists. Being able to enjoy the show from this angle was truly a sight to behold. His face was gorgeous, yes, but when he let go he really let go. Sweat shone on his forehead, exaggerating his features. His lips parted, his teeth bared, and he clenched his eyelids shut. I rode him hard and fast, until he surrendered to a rough, fierce orgasm.

  He pulled my face to his, kissing me with uninhibited intensity. This wasn’t what we’d agreed on. This was dangerous. This would lead to somebody getting hurt. Still, I couldn’t stop. I surrendered myself to Sawyer’s brand of danger. Tonight I’d have fun. Tomorrow I’d regroup. As long as I knew what I was getting into, there was much less chance of getting burned.

  Chapter Twelve

  We spent the rest of the night eating, drinking, and indulging in a few non-rule-breaking activities. It was perfect. I woke up the next morning alone, and while I was disappointed, I hopped out of bed ready to search for him.

  I put on a pair of white leggings and a scarlet zipped hoodie before heading downstairs.

  Sawyer stood in front of the microwave, cooking a pre made breakfast burrito. “Morning.”

  “Morning yourself.” I found a coffee mug and filled it. Sawyer kept real creamer in his fridge, a nice change from the clumpy bits they bought at the office. I stirred the energy-in-a-cup and inhaled. And almost gagged. “What is that?”

  “What?”

  “That smell? Is that coming from your microwave?” I wrinkled my nose and peeked at the package on the counter. “You’re eating that? It’s like three molecules away from being plastic.”

  He shrugged. “I’m not much of a cook yet.”

  I opened the microwave, threw the contents—whatever they were—in the trash, and walked to the fridge.

  “Hey,” Sawyer cried, the makings of a pout on his face.

  “You’re not going to live to thirty eating like that. I’m surprised you’re able to run and look like…like that.”

  He peeked down at his body, which only invited me to do the same. Again. I sighed, not bothering to hide my lusty admiration.

  “I look fine,” he said.

  “Yes, you do. But not for long if you eat that crap. Breakfast’s on me this morning. You can do lunch.”

  His pout lifted a little and he took a seat in one of the barstools at the counter. “You’re so mean in the morning.”

  I stuck out my tongue and got busy with breakfast. “You need good nutrition if you’re going to keep up, Sally.”

  “Remind me to beat Ben when we see him next.”

  “Have you talked to him since last weekend?”

  “He’s hanging in there. The guy’s a workaholic, so he’ll bury himself in work for a while, get over it, and move on.”

  Worry etched in his expression, leaving me completely unconvinced. Something else was up with Ben, and Sawyer no doubt was covering for him.

  I didn’t want to say it, but from what I’d heard about Kelsey he was better off. Women like Kelsey were the reason prenups were made in the first place. She and Ethan would’ve been perfect together.

  Yawning, I beat some eggs with a whisk. Getting five hours of sleep a night for the past week had drained me more than I’d thought. Truth was, I could go another six or seven hours, easy.

  We ate a quick breakfast—which he grudgingly agreed was better than his original idea—and when we finished he loaded the dishwasher.

  “I have to get some emails taken care of this morning,” he said. “Want to join me?”

  I nodded and sipped
the rest of my coffee. When I finished I grabbed my laptop bag and trekked up the two flights of stairs to the top floor office. He was already immersed in email and scarcely acknowledged me when I set up on one of the club chairs.

  Victoria had sent me a few projects for the weekend, none of which were huge, but would take some time to complete. I had no doubt he’d be up to his ears in work at least that long. On the phone with his uncle, Sawyer discussed emails he’d received, and I didn’t want to pry so I put on my noise-canceling headphones and got lost in my own little work bubble.

  When I’d finished Victoria’s assignments I took out my drawing tablet and pen, and worked on a few pages. I was in the midst of that when an email from Breanna showed up in my inbox.

  From: Breanna Devereaux

  To: Blair Bartlett

  Subject: Don’t delete me!

  Blair,

  I know I said I’d leave you alone, but this is big. Do you have a minute to talk?

  XOXO

  Breanna

  If I didn’t get rid of her she’d just keep trying. I took my phone and ducked into one of the guest rooms and shut the door.

  “You’re not going to believe this,” Breanna said.

  “Try me.”

  “Mom had an interview with one of the Boston TV stations and they were asking her questions about my marrying Ethan. They think something’s fishy there.”

  “First off, does anybody even say fishy anymore? Second, what did you expect? You really didn’t think anybody would find it odd that you married the guy I was supposed to marry, did you?” Irritation had destroyed my filter.

  She sighed heavily. “I didn’t think it would come up in an interview about my mother’s Senate position, that’s all. They said it looked bad that I married him right after you left.”

  “Nobody knows why I left, so it’s not really an issue,” I said. “You guys made me sign a nondisclosure so I could keep my belongings, after all.”

  “They don’t need you to talk,” she said, my jab at the circumstances going seemingly undetected in her vapid skull. We’d never been friends growing up—we were about as opposite as two sisters could get—but she’d never backed down from an opportunity to play victim.