“Do you always eat this much food?” I picked up an empty plate and started scooping food onto it.
“I didn’t know what you liked. I thought you might be one of those weird vegan millennials or something.” He shrugged. “I guess not. You got some bacon, so that’s a good sign.”
“Yeah, I’m definitely not a vegan. If I was, you would have pretty much ended that streak last night since all you fed me was protein and alcohol.” I chuckled and picked up a piece of bacon.
“Some Red Bull too.” He tilted his head and smirked.
“Yeah, I could probably use one of those right now.” I turned my head towards the mini-bar area.
“I’ll get it.” Ruckus hopped up and walked over to the mini-bar. “Not a fan of coffee?”
“I like it iced, usually in the afternoon. I’m an energy drink junkie in the morning.” I took the can when he returned.
“Then you’re a classic millennial, just not a vegan.” He chuckled as he took a seat and started randomly stabbing food again.
“You seem to know a lot about millennials…” I raised my eyebrows and picked up a second piece of bacon.
“They’re entitled brats who think they can stand up to me in a fight because they grew up watching UFC.” He shrugged his shoulders. “They talk a lot, too.”
“I bet I could take you in a fight.” I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.
“What?” He raised his eyebrows and looked up at me.
“Yeah, all I would have to do is open this robe before you were ready and then—bam—armbar!” I started laughing.
“How the fuck do you know what an armbar is?” His face reflected true confusion.
“I grew up watching WWE.” I continued laughing. “My dad always had it on every Monday night.”
“Maybe I’ll put you in an armbar later and show you what a real one looks like instead of that fake shit in wrestling.” He reached over and grabbed a biscuit.
“I’m going to go with no.” I shook my head back and forth. “I bet you couldn’t beat The Rock.”
“The Rock?” He scoffed and spit out a piece of his biscuit. “I’d snap that sissy Hollywood pretty boy in half.”
“He’s built like a tank!” My mouth fell open in shock.
“Yeah, a steroid tank.” Ruckus leaned forward and flexed his bicep. “This is hard work in the gym and one hundred percent natural.”
“My money would still be on him.” I leaned back in my chair and sipped my Red Bull.
“Then you’d be a terrible gambler, just like your father.” He chuckled.
“Wow, that was cold.” I narrowed my eyes and swallowed hard.
“Always bet on a winner.” He stood and stripped off his shirt. “I’m going to take a shower—you coming?”
“Is that a request or a direct order?” I bit into my biscuit and put it down on my plate.
“Gamble on the answer. Get it wrong and you might end up with a red ass before you finish that Red Bull.”
“Bastard…” I muttered under my breath, guzzled the rest of the Red Bull, and made a face at him.
“What was that?” He turned around and looked at me.
“Nothing, I’m coming.” I stood up and followed along behind him.
“You might, but I’m definitely going to cum.” He kicked off his jeans as soon as he reached the door of the suite.
13
Ruckus
My second day with Madison was simply amazing. We had sex in the shower, sex on the bed, sex on the couch, and then we finally had lunch. It seemed like she was ready to go at a moment’s notice. I had woken a sexual beast inside the virgin I bought. Her orgasms made her whole body shake and if I wasn’t already there, I exploded immediately after she started. By the afternoon, I realized that we weren’t going to be able to just have sex all day. My muscles were turning to Jell-O and my dick was completely numb. I wasn’t even sure a blowjob would fix it at that point.
“Do you want to go downstairs and see some of the stuff in the Ussery? Have you ever been here before?” I leaned back on the couch shortly after we put away our lunch.
“Sure. I haven’t been here before, no. I actually haven’t been to the Strip much at all. I like Old Vegas, down on Fairmont Street. The people seem a lot nicer and they have some really good food.” She sat up. “There’s just one problem, though—you tore my only dress.”
“Yeah, I guess a bathrobe isn’t going to cut it downstairs.” I chewed on the side of my mouth for a second. “Here, let me call the front desk. What’s your size?”
I called down to the front desk and they seemed more than ecstatic to arrange for some clothes to be sent up, especially when they pulled up my account. I had loaded all of the money directly into my Ussery account since they were letting me stay there for free. Tommy and I used it like an ATM when necessary. I wondered where the hell Tommy was. He definitely didn’t come back to the suite the night before, because I would have heard him. He wouldn’t have disturbed me if he heard me with a girl, but he was much too loud to sneak in with those paper thin walls.
“Wow, they just sent all this stuff up because you called?” Madison watched as a member of the hotel staff rolled in a rack of clothing.
“They do whatever the fuck I tell them.” I shrugged and got a dirty look from the hotel staff member, but it turned to a smile when I handed over a tip. “I don’t think they like losing money and since I’m local, they figured it was easier to keep me here rather than let me lose it in some other casino.”
“So you’re kind of like their prisoner?” Madison pulled a t-shirt and a pair of jeans off the rack.
“No, you’re the prisoner. I’m a guest.” I chuckled and waited for her to get dressed.
We went downstairs to the casino and her eyes lit up. She looked like a kid in a candy store. The slots seemed to interest her the most, so I steered her towards one that only cost a penny. It was more like fifty cents when the maximum bet was enabled, but it was still a drop in a bucket compared to how much I was putting in the night I won the jackpot. The most you could win from that slot was less than twenty grand, so it seemed to be a fair trade-off. She won money, lost money, lost money, asked for more money, and then finally started winning money again.
“This is kind of fun. Damn, I swore I would never gamble…” She narrowed her eyes at the slot machine and angrily hit the button when she saw that she didn’t win on the previous spin.
“There’s a difference between gambling and just straight up losing your ass.” I turned to my machine and hit the button to spin.
“Yeah, he gambled and I lost my ass.” She glared at the machine and hit it again.
“Oh, you haven’t lost your ass yet, but the weekend isn’t over.” I chuckled and winked at her.
“You’re not really going to put in there are you?” She leaned over with a concerned look on her face.
“I’m thinking about it.” I shrugged. “It’s the only virgin hole you have left.”
“I’d—kind of like to keep it that way.” She spoke in a hushed whisper.
“It’s not really your call, now is it?” I hit the button on the slot machine and cursed when it took the last of my money.
“You can be a jerk sometimes, Ruckus. You know that, right?” She leaned back over to her slot machine with a sour look on her face.
“Yeah? Well, you just earned yourself another spanking when we get back upstairs.” I pushed another twenty dollar bill into the slot machine and hit the button.
“See!” She hit the button hard, muttering angrily under her breath.
“Two spankings.” A slight smiled formed on the edge of my mouth as I hit the button again.
“What the hell?” She turned her head towards me.
“Want to go for three or can we just play slots?” I chuckled and hit the button again.
She fumed, but she fumed in silence. It was fun to press her buttons and watch her lose her temper, but there had to be consequences when she did. I
t was the only way to keep the dynamic for the rest of the weekend. If she got too comfortable, she might realize that she actually had me wrapped around her finger in a scary kind of way. I’d still spank her—as many times as it took—but I could never actually hurt her. I’d stop before it got too bad. I start losing almost every spin and she started winning. I zoned out as I kept feeding the machine money until I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Ruck, bro! Where you been!” It was Tommy and he was being really loud.
“Tommy? Where have I been? Where the fuck have you been?” I stood up and gave him a quick hug. “Are you drunk? It’s barely past noon.”
“Oh I haven’t been to bed yet, bro! Actually, I haven’t been to bed in two days! Miguel is kicking ass in the cage. I got him sparring with Scott down at the gym. Carmella is very appreciative that I’m taking care of her brother, if you know what I mean.” Tommy clasped his hand on my shoulder. “Are you out of this funk or are you still being a grumpy old millionaire? I got some blow if you want to do a line.”
“Nah, I’m straight.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll have to talk to you about money later. I spent a little bit.”
“That’s fine, bro. It’s your money. I’m doing okay now. Carlos hooked me up with a new gig that pays well.” He smiled and leaned close to my ear. “Let’s just say I’m doing blow for free these days.”
“Tommy, dude.” I leaned back with a confused look on my face. “You don’t have to do that. My money is your money. We always look out for each other.”
“Nah, man. It was okay when I was managing your fights, but I’m too young to just retire. I’m going to make it on my own.” He clasped his hand on my shoulder again. “Wait, who is this? Is she with you?”
“Hi, I’m Madison.” She reached past me and extended her hand.
“Wow, hello, beautiful Madison.” He took her hand and kissed it. “Bro, is she legal? Like, she looks like she’s in high school.”
“I am.” Madison grinned. “But I’m eighteen.”
“I guess when you got money and ugly old oaf like you can score the hot chicks. Well done, bro.” Tommy took a step back. “All right, I’m just here to change clothes and then I’m meeting Miguel at the gym. He’s got some friends that are interested in signing up as well.”
“Take care of yourself, Tommy. Like, seriously. Maybe slow down on the blow?” I sighed and shook my head.
“I’m fine.” He started walking backwards and waved. “See you soon, bro!”
I watched as Tommy disappeared out of sight. I was actually concerned about him. We never had enough money to get high like that when we were struggling to pay the bills. He’d usually hit a line if we were at a party or something and it was free, but he never bought his own until I hit the jackpot and just started buying everything in sight with my new money. If he was dealing, he was into some serious shit. My thoughts went back to what Carlos said about the difference between me and some other guys. He must have been trying to warn me that the other guy in that story was my own fucking brother.
“Ugly old oaf. I’ll have to remember that one.” Madison snapped me back to reality with a snicker.
“Three spankings.” I turned back to the machine and hit the button.
“Shit!” She shook her head angrily.
14
Madison
I really didn’t want to go back to the room. I tried to find ways to distract Ruckus and keep his attention drawn away from the return because I knew I was going to get the first of the three spankings my stupid mouth had earned me the second we returned. The first two I didn’t feel like I deserved, but the third one was definitely a case of open mouth, insert foot. I would take that one just because I learned my new favorite phrase—ugly old oaf. Ruckus was far from ugly, and while he had taken a few hits in his day, he wasn’t that old. Oaf, I could kind of agree with.
“Oh look, they have a Louis Vuitton store!” I took Ruckus by the hand and tried to pull him towards it.
“We’ve done enough window shopping. Let’s head back to the room.” He didn’t move, so I was basically trying to tug a statue.
“Fine…” I pouted and started walking back towards the elevators.
“I know exactly what you’re doing.” He chuckled and gave me a playful swat on my ass. “I might not be the smartest guy in the world, but you’re not going to distract me forever.”
“Who says I was trying to distract you?” I turned towards him and smiled. “Maybe I really like Louis Vuitton.”
“I’m guessing you’ve never spent two grand on a purse before.” He shook his head back and forth.
“I can now.” I hit the button on the elevator once we arrived. “You made me rich.”
“Hardly. You’ll be broke before you finish college.” He took my hand when the elevator arrived and walked inside.
“I really didn’t mean what I said earlier. We could forget the spanking and get right back to sex. I know how much you like that.” I slid closer and ran my hand along his crotch.
“From virgin to feisty little tease.” He chuckled. “No, you’re going over my knee and then we’re going to have sex.”
“You’re mean.” I pouted as the elevator arrived at our floor and folded my arms across my chest. “I’m offering you all this and you’d rather spank me.”
“I’m going to spank you, fuck you, spank you again, fuck you again, spank you for the last time, fuck you—and then put you on your knees in front of me on the couch for the rest of the evening.” He took me by the wrist and started walking towards the room.
“Oh my god, will there be dinner at some point?” I didn’t immediately follow and he pulled me along behind him.
“Yeah, you’re getting a nice fat cock. I’ll probably have a burger.” He swiped the key card once we arrived at the suite.
Ruckus wasn’t kidding about anything he said. I probably shouldn’t have expected him to formulate such a clever joke in his thick head. The second we got to the couch, my jeans and panties went to the floor and he wore my ass out with his hard, calloused hand. I was in tears before it was over and the fire that he lit on my ass didn’t go out until he made me cum once we were in bed together. That would have been the perfect end to the day, if it wasn’t just the beginning.
“Okay.” He walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Back over my knee you go.”
“Ruckus, please, my ass is still sore.” I turned it towards him. “And red…”
“I’d call that a light shade of pink. You earned three spankings and you’re going to get them.” He took me by the wrist and pulled me across his knee with one tug.
The second spanking was no joke. He reignited the fire that had barely simmered out and made it roar like an inferno. When it was over, I hopped around the room holding my ass in my hand until he tackled me and forced his cock deep into my pussy. It wasn’t a bucket of water on the fire, but it was a splash. The only salvation my ass had was that it took him a lot longer to cum the second time. Even better, he was practically exhausted so we were able to lay tangled in our embrace for almost an hour. I kept praying he would go to sleep, but right when I thought he was close, he got up to go to the bathroom. I knew my ass would belong to him when he got back, so I decided not to fight it.
“I’m proud to take my next spanking.” I twisted my lips and smiled when he came back. “It was actually deserved.”
“Is that so?” He leaned over and pulled his belt out of his jeans. “Then I guess we should get on with it, then.”
“Wait, you never mentioned you were going to use your belt!” I shook my head back and forth rapidly.
“I thought you were suffering quite nicely over my knee, but if you’re so eager to go back there, then clearly it isn’t enough.” He snapped his belt in his hand and I cringed.
“No, please don’t put me over your knee.” I folded my hands in front of me. “Please!”
“Nice try. Bend over the edge of the bed
.” He snapped his belt again.
“Ruckus…” I whined, but I did what he said and leaned over the edge of the bed.
“Ugly.” He swung his belt and it landed across my flesh.
“Ow!” I squealed and twisted on the bed.
“Old.” He swung it a second time and it overlapped the first.
“Ouch!” I threw my head back and squealed even louder.
“Oaf.” He landed a third, criss-crossing the first two.
“Fucking hell! Ow!” I felt my whole body writhe on the bed.
“Yes, I guess I am.” He threw the belt down on the floor and crawled into bed.
“That’s it?” I raised my eyebrows when I realized he was done.
“I guess not.” He started moving back towards the edge of the bed.
“No! That was awful. Worst punishment ever!” I managed to get my hand around his cock before he got off the bed and he paused. “Please, I’ve been punished. Now I’m supposed to get this.”
“Why don’t you get on top for a little while.” He scooted back towards the middle of the bed. “I worked hard punishing you and I need a break.”
My ass stung from the belt, but I felt so much relief that he only gave me three smacks that I was eager to show him my gratitude. I straddled his abdomen and sank down on his cock until my pussy was against his muscular pelvis. I started moving my hips, rising up as far as I could, before bringing my body crashing down on him. I leaned forward and put my hands on his chest, getting more support so I could move even faster. It didn’t take me long to realize that it was going to take a considerable amount of time for him to cum again, which was probably why he put me on top. Ruckus might not have been smart about some things, but he definitely had a good grasp of sex.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I threw my head back and felt my pussy starting to spasm.
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