One Night in Vegas

by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue

  Shey turned her head toward him and answered in a serious tone, “I pretty much stopped eating when I found out Laura was carrying Sam’s child. It was bad enough when they got married a year ago, but when that happened…I kind of broke inside. She was living my life, and I was stuck with nothing. No partner, no marriage, and no…baby girl.”

  Brad huffed. “Amy has a child as well, so I completely understand that sentiment.”

  Shey put her hand on his and squeezed. “It’s nice to have someone who can relate. My friends told me to just get over it, but I’ve needed this time to mourn the life I will never have.” She smiled at him. “I haven’t eaten as much as I did with you tonight, though. I think I may finally be ready to move on.”

  “What does moving on look like for you, Shey?”

  She shrugged. “Not much different, I suppose. I plan to keep working here at the Nyte and helping my parents out on the weekends. It’s my lot in life, but I accept that now.”

  “Are your parents ill?”

  “No, they’re just old. I could never leave Vegas because of them. They’re the only family I’ve got.”

  “No brothers or sisters?”

  Shey’s face crumpled, and she turned her head away. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

  Brad took her chin and gently turned her back towards him to kiss her. “Then we won’t, Shey.”

  He looked back up at the stars and stated, “I wish you could move to LA. I’m certain you’d love life on the beach. There’s always something to do, and when the pressure gets to be too much, you can sit by the ocean and let the waves carry your troubles away.”

  “It sounds wonderful,” she said wistfully.

  “Too bad fate has determined our paths aren’t meant to mesh. My life is in LA, and yours is here with your family.”

  “Yeah…to be honest, I don’t think it could ever work between us. I just couldn’t handle you training submissives every day. I know it’d make me a jealous wreck.”

  “It does make having a committed relationship harder,” Brad confessed. “Not many women can wrap their head around the fact it’s simply a job. I don’t allow emotional attachments with my students.”

  Shey laughed. “Well, we saw how well that worked for Sir Thane Davis.”

  “Ah, but Brie was the exception. He’d worked there for years without incident before she came along.”

  “Still…I don’t think many women could handle having their man train other women to be good submissives.”

  Brad crossed his arms under his head and let out a long sigh. “I suppose that means I’m doomed to live alone.”

  “Me too…”

  “Fate is a bugger.”

  Shey giggled. “Yes, he certainly is.”

  Brad growled in resignation as Shey snuggled up against him, and they both grew quiet as they gazed up at the stars. The sound of the trickling stream, along with the occasional rustling as animals moved about in the dark, enhanced the peaceful revelry.

  Suddenly, the sky lit up as a brilliant trail of light shot across, causing Shey to cry in delight. “Did you see the shooting star? Did you make a wish?”

  Brad chuckled. “No, I gave up wishing on stars a long time ago.”

  “Well, I haven’t.” Shey proceeded to close her eyes and mouthed words to herself.

  What she didn’t know was that he’d actually made a wish as the bright light trailed across the night sky. He just wasn’t willing to admit it, especially when there was no chance of it coming true.

  After making her own wish, Shey’s phone started ringing. She glanced at it briefly, quickly dismissing the call. “Must be a wrong number.” She stared at it again and let out a low groan. “Crud. I really have to go. I just saw the time. It’s already two in the morning! And my shift starts at six.”

  “It’s that time then,” Brad stated, standing up and offering his hand to her. “We both knew it would come to this.”

  He took one last long look at the sanctuary before leaving. “I’m glad you brought me here. I’ll never forget it—or this night with you.”

  She smiled as she entwined her arm in his as they made their way down the hall to the elevator. Once they reached his floor, she hesitated for a moment. “I hate to say goodbye.”

  “You can spend the night,” he offered, hoping against hope she would agree.

  Tears came to her eyes when she shook her head in answer.

  Brad stepped out of the elevator and nodded in understanding, tipping an imaginary hat to her. “Take care of yourself, Shey.” He stood and watched as the elevator doors began to close. He almost thrust his hand out to stop them but remained still—the headmaster position he’d accepted precluded him from pursuing Shey further. So he allowed the doors to close and walked back to his room, sighing heavily as he unlocked the door.

  Some things weren’t in the cards. He’d known that before the evening even started. It was foolish to wish it was otherwise now.

  Cayenne met him at the entrance, meowing piteously. He picked up the tiny kitten and petted her behind the ears. “Looks like it’s just you and me, kid.” Brad walked over to the scenic window that overlooked the flashy city below him. “As much as I wish it were otherwise, I have to face the fact that I’m unlucky in love…even in Vegas.”

  He placed Cayenne on the bed and started packing up his equipment. After a quick shower, he threw off the duvet and settled into the king-size bed. Cayenne climbed onto his chest and began purring happily as she kneaded his hairy chest with her paws before settling down for the night.

  “At least one of us is happy,” he chuckled to himself.

  Brad set his alarm for 5:30, determined to leave at the break of dawn. The sooner he was away from this place, the sooner he could get on with his new life. He used the room’s voice command to shut off the lights, and covered himself and Cayenne with a light sheet.

  He was almost asleep when he heard a light knock on the door. It was so faint that he ignored it at first, thinking it was only his imagination. The second time it started up, however, he bolted out of bed. Could it be…

  Brad took a look through the peephole, and a wide smile spread across his face when he saw a gorgeous crown of red hair on the other side.

  “Just a moment,” he called out, running to the bathroom to grab the silk robe set out for guests. He rushed to open the double doors to see her tear-stained face.

  “What’s wrong, Shey?” he asked, quickly ushering her inside.

  “I…”

  He guided her to the couch and waited for her to answer. Shey smiled up at him, but her doelike eyes filled with tears again. “I don’t want to miss this chance to spend the night with you. I drove all the way home before I knew I had to turn around and come back.”

  Her bottom lip trembled when she confessed, “The fact is, Brad, I would rather have one night with you than spend the rest of my life regretting that I walked away.”

  “I don’t want to hurt y—”

  She put her finger to his lips. “I know it can’t work between us. But we have this night, and I desperately want to make love with you. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much.” She lightly caressed his jawline. “I long to know the love of a good man. It will bring me solace in the days ahead, not pain. I understand what tonight is—we’re simply two ships passing in the night. You would never hurt me, and I would never hurt you.”

  He leaned down and claimed her lips, thinking to himself, But you already have…

  Brad had known the moment he opened the door that his heart was lost. When he’d invited her into the room, he’d accepted the pain that was soon to follow. It was worth having this rare moment now.

  “I’ll hold nothing back, Shey,” he warned.

  She leaned in to kiss him. “I wouldn’t want you to.” Shey paused for a moment before taking his face in both hands and gazing deep into his eyes. “I want all of you, Master Brad Anderson.”

  He groaned lustfully, his emotions threatening
to overwhelm him even as his cock grew rigid in response to her invitation. “You may live to regret those words, darlin’.”

  “How so?” she asked breathlessly, as he swept her off her feet.

  “I’m about to show you,” he said as he laid her down on the bed and his hand began inching up the material of her dress. Brad nibbled on her neck as his fingers leisurely made their way up her thigh.

  A woman—especially one as inexperienced as Shey appeared to be—needed to be gradually prepared to take his girth. It was possible she might run out the door once she saw his shaft in all its intimidating glory. It had happened before…

  But Shey was no shrinking violet. As he began to undress her, she undressed him, untying his robe and going straight for his briefs.

  He put his hand on her tiny wrist. “Don’t you want to savor this time together?”

  “Of course, and I will, but you are a present I’ve been longing to unwrap.”

  Brad smirked as he let go and laid his head back on the pillow, allowing Shey to continue. She lowered the elastic band to expose the head of his shaft. “Oh…that is impressive.” She teased herself by slowly baring the rest of his cock one centimeter at a time, her eyes growing bigger the lower she went. When she finally reached the base of his shaft, she let out a small gasp. “It’s even bigger than I imagined.”

  “Ready to bolt?” he asked, only half joking.

  Shey smiled hungrily. “Oh no, you’ve only made me more certain I made the right choice coming back tonight.”

  Yet again, she’d managed to surprise him.

  “I must admit, I’m curious how all of that is going to fit inside of little ol’ me.”

  “Let me show you…” he growled, taking over. He gently pushed Shey down on the bed to continue the seduction, his mouth returning to her throat as he caressed her thighs. He pushed the material of her dress above her waist to reveal her enticing thong.

  “I’ve resisted that bow all night,” he told her, taking one end of the tie and tugging on it lightly. The satin material gave easily and fell away, revealing her red mound to him. He placed his hand on it reverently. “Miss Allen, that is one lovely pussy you have there.”

  Shey blushed, trying to hide her pleased smile.

  He brushed his hand over her pubic hair, and was gratified when she raised her hips slightly, indicating that she wanted to be touched.

  “I’m going to romance your fine pussy before I fill you with my hard cock,” he whispered intimately.

  “Oh…”

  She closed her eyes as he began caressing her body, making her anticipate the next light touch. He took his time, intent on two things: to get her wet and relaxed enough to take his girth, and—even more important—to seduce her heart.

  Through his careful ministrations, Shey was soon slick with need, squirming and moaning in passionate desire. That’s when he started whispering in her ear, sharing the little things he’d noticed about her during the evening, those aspects of her personality that made her unique and utterly irresistible to him.

  At one point he noticed she was crying. “What is it?”

  Shey looked into his eyes, her voice choked with emotion. “No one has ever said such kind things to me before.”

  “I’m not one to flatter, Shey. I only speak the truth.” He sealed his assertion with a kiss.

  “I want you, Brad… I need to feel your love inside me.”

  Her words affected his heart as well as his body. With slow, purposeful movements, he stood up and shrugged off the robe and removed his briefs, wanting Shey to see his naked body before he claimed her. Instead of her gaze drifting down to his chest or rock-hard shaft, though, her eyes remained transfixed on his.

  It was a first for him, and made him desire her that much more. It appeared this was to be a melding of spirits, not just the physical connection of a man and a woman sleeping together for the first time.

  Brad returned to the bed and finished undressing her, taking his time even though he longed to bury his cock inside her.

  Anticipation is everything.

  He positioned himself between her legs and pressed the head of his cock against her wet opening. Brad remained still, wanting to prolong the moment before penetration.

  “Don’t be afraid,” she told him.

  That amused Brad. “I’m savoring the moment, darlin’. This man likes to take his time when he makes love to a woman.”

  She smiled up at him, her eyes radiant with passion and tenderness.

  He slowly pushed his cock into her, their eyes locked on each other. He took Shey a little at a time, reveling in the tight embrace of her body.

  She received him, never once flinching or crying out as he penetrated her with his large shaft. When the base of his cock finally pressed against her coppery pubic hair, he groaned deeply.

  “There is nothing more beautiful,” he confessed, gazing down on the point where their bodies met.

  Shey lifted her head to look. “Oh, my God, that’s sexy.”

  “You’ve taken my shaft, Shey, but you said you wanted all of me.”

  She nodded eagerly, laying her head back on the pillow. “Give it to me.”

  He pushed the head of his cock even farther inside her, causing Shey to moan. He looked down, seeing the slight bulge of her stomach caused by his deep penetration. It excited him knowing her body had taken his fullness, but he wanted more. “Do you feel how deep I am?”

  “Yes…I’m aware of nothing else.”

  “Being a Dominant causes many men to forget how to make love to a woman—I am not one of those men.” He leaned down and kissed her as he started thrusting.

  Shey stiffened for a moment, but her body soon relaxed as he began playing with her breasts while stroking her with his cock. The gentle manipulation of his hands and mouth incited a primal response within her, preparing her body to receive what was coming.

  When he felt she was ready, he gave her his full thrust. She cried out, and then smiled to herself, apparently liking the challenge of his shaft. “Again,” she begged.

  But Brad’s intent was not simply to fuck her well. “Look at me, Shey.”

  She gazed up at him with those magnetic blue eyes as he began to make slow, beautiful love to her body. She’d wanted all of him, so he gave her more than his cock, more than his skill as a Dom—that night, he gave Shey his heart.

  Tasting His Future

  Lying in his arms afterwards, Shey sighed in contentment. “This was the best night of my life.”

  “No regrets?” he asked as he kissed her.

  “No, it was everything I hoped for.”

  “And tomorrow?”

  She looked up at him when she answered, “Tomorrow and every day I will look back on tonight and know that I was loved.”

  He held her tighter. “A life without regret is a precious thing.”

  She leisurely glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s five in the morning…”

  “Time to make the donuts.”

  She giggled, cuddling closer. “Will you be heading out soon?”

  “Yes.”

  Shey gave him a series of kisses across his chest. “These are for good luck,” she murmured playfully.

  “Much appreciated, darlin’.”

  Looking at the clock again, she finally slipped out of bed. “I need to make a quick trip home. It doesn’t look good to come into work all disheveled and smelling like good sex.”

  “Best perfume I know.”

  She laughed. “While I may agree, my manager won’t.” Moving quickly, she got dressed but seemed reluctant to leave.

  Brad got out of bed and walked over to her, understanding her hesitance. He leaned down and scooped up his hat, placing it squarely on her head. “Why don’t you keep this?”

  “It’s yours,” she protested.

  “Exactly.”

  She touched the brim of the hat tenderly. “I will cherish it, Brad.”

  Shey paused for a moment, and then w
iggled out of her thong, handing it to him. “An even exchange.”

  He took her offering and brought it to up to his lips, kissing the material while looking into her eyes. “Thank you.”

  The time had come to say their final goodbyes, so he put his hand on the small of her back as he guided her to the door. “I have just one piece of advice before you go—you can take it or leave it.”

  She turned to face him. “Please, I’m all ears.”

  “Why don’t you talk to your parents? I have a feeling they would prefer to see their daughter happy—wherever that might take you.”

  Shey was about to protest, but then thought better of it. “I will take that under consideration.”

  “Any advice for me?” he asked with a disarming grin.

  “Don’t change, Brad. Not for anyone.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment, the pain and embarrassment of his breakup with Amy pricking at his conscience.

  “Brad…”

  Shey looked as if she had more to say, but was reluctant to voice it.

  “Go on.”

  “Maybe your attraction to Amy was misplaced. It’s possible you mistook her for the woman you were really meant to spend your life with.”

  “It’s possible…”

  “Not that I’m suggesting it’s me or anything,” she quickly amended. “We’ve already discussed that. I… I just don’t think you should regret that breakup. I feel certain you were destined for someone else.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Good,” she said with a curt nod. “Well, this is it, then.”

  “This is it,” he agreed, leaning in for a kiss.

  She lifted her head, gazing into his eyes as their lips touched.

  God, he didn’t want to let her go… “If you ever make it to LA, you should look me up,” he said as he opened the door.

  Shey only smiled, trying desperately not to cry.

  “One more kiss,” he insisted, wanting to taste those lips one last time. She melted in his arms, needing the connection as much as he did. Damn, I can taste the next fifty years of my life on those lips.

  Brad nodded as she turned to leave, keeping his smile as he watched Shey walk out the door…