Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series) (25 page)

“Ah hell…” she mumbled, as I stood in front of her gorgeously naked body.
 

“Something wrong?”

“You’re just…it’s not fair. I mean, God, look at you.”

“I would rather look at you.”

She nodded and smiled. “Nice line.”

“It’s not a line when it’s true.”

“You write the rule book on that?”

“You either have something to say to me right now, or I can take you back down to your room and this time, I will leave you.” Not wanting to play around with her banter anymore, I tested her.
 

Her face twisted in confusion, making me want to caress her cute little button nose, but I refrained.
 

“Uh…something about submitting right?” she asked with hopeful eyes.
 

I hated to admit it but the fucker, Kace was right, she was going to be a hellion to train, but damn it all to hell if I wasn’t going to enjoy doing it.
 

I nodded, letting her know she was right and just stood there, waiting for her to let me know she was ready.
 

A smile spread across her face at being right. “Okay, umm…I am ready to submit to you?” she said, in a question again, like the first time.
 

“Is that a question or a statement?” I asked rather harshly between my teeth. It was time she knew I meant business.
 

“Statement.”

“Then say it.”

She took a deep breath, lifted her chest and said, “I am ready to submit to you.”

“Good girl.” I laid her down and placed her hands above her head. “I am going to tie your hands back behind your head. Since this is your first time, I am asking if that is okay. If you say yes, then from here on out, I know that you are okay with that unless you say your safe word.”

She nodded.
 

“Good and what is your safe word?”

“Alligator.”

I nodded and pulled her dainty wrists down so they were close to the ties. I watched as her full breasts fell to the side, making my dick surge against my jeans. All in good time, I told myself.
 

I wrapped the silk ties that came out of the table around her wrists and bound them properly so they wouldn’t cut into her skin.
 

“Does that feel okay?” I asked, making her she wasn’t at all uncomfortable.
 

“Yes…” she said breathlessly.
 

I moved down to her feet and puller her down so her butt was at the edge of the table and her legs were spread to the sides, giving me the perfect view of her arousal.
 

“I am going to tie your feet, same deal with your hands, please let me know if this is okay.

She nodded her head and pride swam through my body, knowing she was fully giving herself to me. She trusted me. How I earned that trust, I had no clue, but I did.
 

Once she was tied down to the table that I specifically designed for my pleasure, I leaned down and started playing with the music.
 

“Like I told you before, I prefer to have music in the background to heighten the sensations you will experience. There are speakers in this table with the bass completely turned up so every low beat you hear, will vibrate through your body. The music won’t be too loud, because I also like to hear the pleasure I give you.”

She nodded and I took a glance up at her arousal, she was so ready, I was just hoping we would make it thirty seconds into the song.
 

I pressed play, pulled out the knee rest from the table and kneeled right in front of her. Her eyes went wide as I lowered my head. The minute the low beat of “Sail” by AWOLNATION played, I dove my tongue into her very exposed, wet folds.
 

Her back arched from the stroke of my tongue that coincided with the rhythm vibrating through the speakers. I knew the effect I was having on her. I tested out the vibration once from the speakers and understood the impact it was having on her body as I matched my tongue to the beat. One long swipe and six shorts ones, one long swipe, six short ones. I continued to follow along with the beat as I made my little one writhe and scream on the table.
 

I never put down enough long pressure on her clit to make her combust, only continued to tease her with a long deep swipe followed by six short ones. The first time I heard the song, I knew what I was going to do with it, but I never tried it out until I saw Goldie and I was right, she would fall apart on my tongue from the melodic sounds coming from the speakers.
 

Her arms twisted against the restraints and her feet begged to be released, but I did a good job restraining her, so she was unable to release herself.
 

“Fuck me, fuck me…” she wailed, as her body thrashed about, looking for release.
 

I just smiled to myself and continued to follow along with the music. I got lost in her, in her scent, in her cries, in the way her body so ravenously thrashed about, looking for that moment of utter bliss. My cock pressed painfully against my jeans as I continued to taste her pleasure on my tongue. I was fucking lost, completely lost in the way she tasted, the way she moved against my tongue and the way she moaned while thrusting her tits in the air. Fuck, I was going to combust.

She was responsive in a way I had never seen, as if she completely surrendered every last inch of her body to me. With Babs and Pepper, there was always a slight hesitation when it came to me pleasing them. They came to the Bourbon Room to please me and seek pleasure, but it was never quite enough. They were always holding back something, but not Goldie. She left her heart out on the floor, which terrified me because I could so easily smash it into a million pieces.
 

Kace warned me and I didn’t listen. I still didn’t listen as I watched her completely fall apart on my tongue. She screamed my name as her orgasm took over her body, making her thrash about on the table. If I hadn’t tied her down, I definitely would have been knocked in the eye by an over-excited knee.
 

When she was no longer able to move, I pulled my face out from between her legs and looked up at her. At that moment, I realized my dick was so hard it was about to poke through my zipper. I hadn’t had a release in a while and as I looked down at my little one, I realized it would be another long night. She was completely spent.
 

I untied her limbs and pulled her into my arms as I walked over to the couches that lined the wall. I rested her on my lap, once again, and let her rest her head on my shoulder. I chastised myself for not letting her sit on the couch herself and allowing her to use me as a pillow, but for the life of me, I didn’t want to let go.
 

“I am pretty sure you popped my clit off just now, if you find it on the floor later, please return to sender,” she said, while nuzzling my chest with her soft honey hair.
 

I smiled inwardly, but then froze as her tiny body glued itself to mine. Knowing this moment was crossing all the lines I set for myself, I reluctantly lifted her off my straining lap and put her on the couch next to me. I got up and looked down at her.
 

“Have a good night, Lo.”

Remorse ran through my body as I took in the shocked look in her eyes. I wanted nothing more than to scoop her up, bring her over to the bed and bury myself deep inside of her, but my emotions were so sporadic that, if I finally took her the way I wanted, I knew I would fall over the edge of losing myself and I couldn’t have that happen. I didn’t want that to happen.
 

I went to turn when she grabbed my hand and stopped me.
 

“Wait.” She looked up at me with those beautiful sea blue eyes and then looked down at my crotch. “May I?” she asked, as she reached out for my zipper.
 

Fuck…

There was only so much a red-blooded man could take. The way she licked her lips, pouted at me with those blue eyes of hers and bit her bottom lip, weakened all my resolves.

I nodded, giving her permission to take me in her hands, do her best. She slowly undid my belt buckle, undid my pants and then pushed them down to the floor. She got up from the couch and traded places with me, so I was now the one relaxing and at the hands of my little one. She knelt between my knees and licked her lips. Shit, I was a goner.
 

She pulled down my boxer briefs and exposed my massively straining erection. I wanted to say hello to my old friend since I hadn’t seen him in a while, but held back, knowing the awkward talk to my dick would ruin the mood. Her eyes widened when my cock sprang forward. The cool air of the room caressed the sides of my heated skin, sending me into a frenzy. She hadn’t even touched me yet and I was ready to explode.
 

“Do I have permission?”

“Yes.” I usually told the girls how I wanted it, but I wanted to see how she would blow me. I wanted to know her style.
 

She licked her lips one last time and then descended onto my dick. My head fell back as her warm mouth took in my entire length in. The tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, causing me to moan. I didn’t moan….I made girls moan.
 

Her hands ran up my thighs and then slid to the center of my damn cock, making it surge higher. One of her hands met the base of my cock and squeezed tightly, while making very slow movements up and down. Her other hand ran under my cock and gripped my balls with gentle finesse. She had me every which way possible and it was almost too much to handle.
 

I watched as she moved her mouth down the base of my cock in one long stroke and then squeezed my balls six short times. She was mimicking what I did to her and fuck if it didn’t feel like Heaven on earth.
 

I wanted to tell her she was doing a good job; I wanted to tell her she was fucking rocking my world. I wanted to encourage her, but words escaped me as I tried to get ahold of my breathing. It wasn’t possible, I was short on breath as she sucked me, squeezed me and licked me. Her mouth pulled off my cock and then she ran her tongue on the underside of my dick, as her fingers caressed the underside of my balls sending me practically flying off the couch. Her mouth ran back down until she sucked on my ball sac.
 

A hiss of pleasure ran between my teeth as I tried to hold back from blowing all over her face.
 

“Motherfucker…” I moaned as she repeated the pleasure. Suck me, suck me I wanted to scream; fucking suck me off, but she continued to lightly lick me instead.
 

My hand fell over my eyes as I tried to gain any of the composure I’d lost when she tore my pants down. There was none, I was lost, completely gone and at the mercy of my little one’s hands. Never in my life had I given up control, but I did. I gave up all control to Goldie’s mouth.
 

Finally she wrapped her lips back around my cock and that was all it took. I blew everything I had as my cock surged through her mouth. I heard strangled noises release from my mouth, but I didn’t care to pay attention to what I was saying because all I could think about was how fucking numb my entire body went the moment I exploded.
 

“Fuck…” I breathed heavily, as I started to come back to life.
 

Goldie was standing in front of me now and looking down at my body. When I made eye contact with her, I couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she was. There was a slight hint of arousal in her eyes from what she just did and, if I wasn’t so helpless, I would have grabbed her cute little ass and taken her for round two.
 

She winked at me and said, “I’ll see you later. Have a good night.”

And just like that, I watched as her pert little ass sauntered out of the Bourbon Room and down the stairs to her second floor room, leaving me motionless, sedated and perfectly content.
 

I let out a heavy breath as my head hit the back of the couch. I was so screwed.
 

Chapter Twenty Eight

“Beautiful, Dirty, Rich”

Goldie/Lo

“Holy hell, I have a massive hangover,” Tootse charged through my room, scaring the piss out of me. She threw my curtains open and turned to look at me with a huge grin, while holding a garment bag.
 

“What are you doing here?” I asked, while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.
 

“It’s noon…”

The moment she said noon, I threw the covers off my bed, swore like a banshee and ran into my closet while trying to pull my hair up.
 

“Jesus, Kace is going to have my ass for not showing up.”

I threw on a pair of workout pants, followed by a sports bra and then tried to spastically put on my running shoes while dancing around on one foot. Tootse watched me from the doorway of my closet.
 

“What are you doing?”

“Uh….trying to get my shoes on so I can get downstairs for our workout. Why aren’t you just as worried?”

“Workout was cancelled this morning, thanks to the big guy up stairs. You must have really given it to him,” Tootse said, while thrusting her hips at me and biting her bottom lip.