Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series) (20 page)

She nodded while biting her lip, a nervous tendency.
 

“Are you nervous?”

“No, I am horny as hell and I swear I just creamed everywhere hearing you tell me all of that. So…what’s the safe word?”

“Alligator.”

Goldie stared straight for a second and then laughed…a lot. I would have been annoyed if her laugh didn’t captivate me. I reminded myself to make her laugh more because the noise that came out of her was exquisite.
 

Normally, this wasn’t how an introduction to the Bourbon Room went, but for some reason, I was letting it go. She literally held the cards, in every aspect.
 

She put her hand over her mouth and then said, “I’m sorry, but that is hilarious. How about if I start laughing, we can say that’s the safe word because trying to squeeze out the word alligator while your dick is buried deep in my pussy while I hang upside down is going to be practically impossible.”

“It’s alligator, Lo.”

If I could see her eyes, I would have bet a million dollars she just rolled them.
 

“Chill, dude. I’ll be fine.” She rubbed her hands together and said, “Let’s get started.”

I smiled to myself. Fuck, she was cute.

“Do you have something to say to me?”

“Uhh…I am here to submit to you?” she said as a question.

“Is that a question?”

She leaned forward and whispered, “Was that what I was supposed to say?”

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps across her beautiful skin, “Yes.”

“Eeep, your voice is killing me.” She straightened up and stopped smiling. “Okay, serious time. Jett, I am ready to submit to you.”

And just like that, I had a hard on that was almost touching her. The way she got serious and said she wanted to submit to me in a husky voice had me revving and ready to go. I was afraid this was going to be all a joke with her, but now I knew it wasn’t. She was ready.
 

I ran both hands up her thighs, making her sigh with pleasure. I spread her legs open and stood between them so I was right next to her, breathing in her sweet scent.
 

“How long has it been for you, Lo?”

“Too damn long.”

“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, as I ran my hands lightly up and down her thighs.

“Move your hands inside my panties and relieve the pressure that has been building up until this moment.”

“How long have you wanted me?”

“Honestly?”

“We are always honest with each other, Lo. Please remember that.”

“Since Kitten’s Castle. The moment you opened your mouth, I didn’t care what you looked like, I wanted you. Although, I secretly prayed you had a huge cock.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I like them big.”

“Well you’re in luck, little one.”

It was the first time I used her nickname and it fit perfectly. I always gave each girl a Jett name and the minute I set eyes on Goldie and knew I was going to make her a Jett Girl, I knew her name would be little one, my little one.

“Little one?”

“Yes, that is what Lo stands for.”

She smiled softly as she looked down while playing with her hands still. I tilted her chin up and said, “Is that okay?”

She nodded. “I love it.”

“Good, because you’re my little one.”

Nodding again, I continued to run my hands up her legs as I watched her breathing starting to increase.
 

“You have beautiful skin; it’s so soft.” I ran my hands to her back and said, “Lean against my hands so I can lower you down.” She did as was told and I made sure she landed softly on the table.
 

I pulled her legs so they hung off the table and her ass was right at the edge. Knowing the position put pressure on her lower back, I pulled out the leg shelves on either side so her legs were spread wide and supported.
 

“How does that feel?”

“Fine.”

She was nervous so I ran my hands up her thighs and up her toned stomach, making little circles with my thumbs. I wanted to rip her clothes off and pound into her, but I knew it wasn’t the time for that. I needed to fully gain her trust first, earn the right to be with her.

“Are you wet, little one?”

“Yes, God yes.”

I opened a drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors and cut her thong strings. “I will get you some more, I will get you as many new thongs as you want.”

“I already have too many.”

“You can never have enough. I am going to remove this thin scrap of fabric. Are you sure…?”

“Jett, I give you my body; do with it what you please.”

Fuck me. I was hard as nails.
 

I took the fabric off and revealed a perfect pink pussy. She was completely bare of any hair and she was glistening, completely ready for me. I ran my hand over my face and turned around to gather myself. Why was my heart running a mile a minute? Why was she affecting me so much? I didn’t think it was going to be like this at all and I haven’t even touched her yet.
 

“Is everything okay?” she asked all of a sudden, entirely self-conscious at being completely exposed.
 

Shit, pull it together. Show no weakness.
 

“Patience, little one. With great patience comes great reward.”

“If that’s the case, I should have won a couple of awards two weeks ago.”

“That’s a warning, little one. I have been lenient during our first session, but I will not have you speak while we are in the middle of a session. You are only allowed to speak when asked a question.”

She nodded.
 

“Good girl.” I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs, making her squirm. “You’re pussy is begging for my fingers. Am I right?”

“Fingers, cock, tongue…she’s not picky, just anything at this point will make her happy.”

I tried not to laugh as she referred to her pussy as a “her.”

My fingers traced the v of her crotch, but never made contact with her aroused folds. She squirmed in place as her hand ran up her body and cupped her breast.
 

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, as her hand reached into the cup of her bra and massaged her nipple.

“Umm, helping you out?”

“I don’t need help,” I answered in a nastier tone than expected.

Which she noticed because she pulled her hand out of her bra and said, “I’m sorry.” She sat up and put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this. I should probably just go because this is not working out. I’m not what you are looking for.”

She pulled her legs off the shelves and hopped of the table. She was about to pull off her blindfold when I stopped her. The top of her head reached my chin as I towered over her.
 

I lifted her chin and pulled off her blind fold, allowing her to see me for the first time. It wasn’t what I wanted, for her to see me so soon, but I didn’t have a choice; I didn’t want her walking out of here.
 

Her eyes adjusted to the light and then she looked up at me. Shock registered across her face as she took in all my features. Her hands lifted to my face and caressed my cheeks.
 

“You’re not ugly at all. Fuck, you’re hot as hell.”

I chuckled at her announcement. I was gifted with some good bone structure, deep blue eyes and a head full of dark blonde hair that was buzzed on the sides and slicked to the side on top. I worked out just as much as Kace, so I was sporting a good body as well. I thought it was only fair to keep up on my physique if I made the girls do the same.
 

Her hands ran down my bare chest as she explored the contours of my body.
 

“Now I feel intimidated. Look at you! I wasn’t as nervous when I didn’t know you looked like a male model that every girl would want to fuck. Jesus.”

I lifted her up and placed her on the table. I stroked her cheek and made her look me in the eyes.
 

“Listen to me carefully. I picked you for a reason and one of those reasons was the way my body reacted to you the moment I saw you. You are perfect in so many ways, from your body to your strength to your feisty mouth. I will take it slow with you, but I will not allow you to walk out of here when I want you so bad, unless you say your safe word. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now lean back and put your legs back on the shelves.”

She did as she was told and gave me an amazing view of her pussy again. I went right to business as one hand unclasped her bra in the front, freeing her gorgeous breasts. My cock jolted forward, begging for release.
 

I ran my hand over her little pink nipple and rolled it between my fingers.
 

“Ohhh…” she moaned, as if she had never been touched before.

I took my free hand and ran it along her slick folds and couldn’t help it, I plunged inside of her, sending her body arching off the table. I pressed down on her chest to keep her from moving.
 

“You’re so tight; you feel so good.”

I pushed my fingers in deeper and placed my thumb on her clit.
 

I held my fingers in place and didn’t move. “Now, little one, usually I like to have music playing while we play, but tonight, I wanted to hear your cries of pleasure for the first time as my music. So let me hear you. I want you to show me how well I please you, but I only want sincerity. Do you understand?”
 

She nodded her head as she squirmed some more, trying to make my hand move in and out of her.
 

Giving her what she wanted, what she craved, I moved my fingers inside of her with my classic scooping motion that touched her g-spot in exactly the right area. I could tell because the moment I hit her, a scream of ecstasy escaped her mouth as her chest lifted off the table.
 

I continued to dig inside of her and press down on her clit at the same time as I stroked her nipple. I was playing her like an instrument and making her scream, the most glorious sound I have ever heard.
 

“Oh God, please, please…” she pleaded. “Release me Jett, please.”

I picked up the pace, sending my hand into a frenzy with her pussy as I dug deeper. With every thrust, she cried out louder and louder until her entire body shook in euphoric shudders. Her hands were covering her eyes as she screamed and then finally settled on the table. I was tempted to lower myself and play with her pussy with my tongue, but knew I just gave her a beyond huge orgasm that would sedate her completely, and I was right.

When I removed myself from her, she was spent on the table. I picked her up and brought her over to the sofas, where I held her on top of my lap. Why I continued to hold her, I didn’t know and I didn’t want to look into it; I just wanted to make sure my little one was okay.

She rested her head against my chest as I took in the sweet smell of her soft, silky hair.
 

“How are you feeling?” I murmured.
 

“Mmm.”
 

“I take that as good,” I chuckled.
 

“Thank you, Jett.”

“You don’t have to thank…”

She lifted her head and put her finger over my mouth. “No, thank you for everything. You saved me and I owe you everything.”

“You owe me nothing, little one.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I owe you absolutely everything. I know I can’t give you much, but what I can give you is my body.”

“I don’t want your body the way you are offering it. I want everything to be consensual between us. I don’t want you to think you can pay me back with your body because, if that’s the case, I can’t have you up here in the Bourbon Room. This room is for me to pleasure you. It pleases me, watching you come apart on my fingers, it will pleasure me to see you scream my name when I have you chained to the bed, writhing in ecstasy, and it will pleasure me the first time I get to taste you. Your body is not for my pleasure. Your body is for your pleasure.”

She nodded in understanding and then rubbed her face against my bare chest.
 

Fuck, what was I doing? This was not normal protocol. Carefully, I set her on the couch and stood up in front of her.
 

“Good luck tonight, Lo. I’ll tell Kace you’re ready to be on the stage. You’ve earned it.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement and, before I could stop her, she jumped into my arms and hugged me. Her warm embrace captivated me to the point that I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back. I was royally and utterly screwed.
 

“Just remember, I am the only man in your life. No one else”

“I don’t need anyone else.”

Chapter Twenty Three

“Dust to Dust”

Goldie/Lo

The smell of freshly-brewed coffee drifted through the air, as I started to wake from the sex-induced coma I was in from last night. I only had one orgasm, but fuck if it wasn’t the best orgasm of my life…and the man only used his damn fingers.