Sins & Mistrust (21 page)

It’s been a few weeks since I went to Oregon. The time away from Vegas was much needed, and it was really nice being with my family again. My mother did end up pulling me aside to talk to me before I left. I told her about my situation, but with plenty more edits than when I told Dad and Garrett. She was sure to tell me I needed to be careful with whatever decision I made, because I didn’t just have my own heart to think about. She just wants me to be happy.

Since I’ve been back in Vegas, my club has opened and been quite successful so far. Troy, Jace, and I are really excited about it, and already talking about opening another one. Jace has been going through his own relationship dramas, but I think him and Adrienne are going to work out. They are perfect for each other.

I’ve talked to Nathalia and Lincoln both about this relationship thing, and told them I’m willing to try it out, but I am going to be spending time with them without the other around. However, I decided to do it in a different kind of way. I’m going to date Nathalia first, without seeing Lincoln. I’m not going to see one one day, and the other the next. So, I’m giving Nathalia my undivided attention for a while. Lincoln is not too happy about that. Of course he’s not, but he has agreed.

I haven’t told the guys yet that I’ve taken a break from the escort game. When I’m caught up with Nathalia, I say I’m with a client. I’m not ready to explain to them this unique relationship when they don’t even know that I’m bi, and when I don’t even know if this will be a relationship.

Tonight I’m taking Nathalia out to a nice dinner for her thirtieth birthday. I put on my navy blue button up shirt, a slightly lighter blue tie, and my black suit coat.

We’re going to the fifty-sixth floor of the Palm Resort, eating at Alize; a restaurant known for breathtaking views of The Strip, and also for the phenomenal French cuisine. I’ve requested a table near one of the windows to ensure Nathalia has one of the best views while we eat.

When I get to her door, I knock and wait only a few seconds before she opens the door. She looks stunning wearing a silver dress that falls a little past her knees. It’s a v-cut that comes to a stop a few inches above her belly button.

“Jesus Christ, Nathalia. You’re going to kill me tonight. How am I supposed to get through dinner while you’re wearing that?” I ask.

She grins. “You like?” she asks, swishing her hips, making the material flow around her.
“I love it. Now let’s go before I don’t let you leave the room.”

She laughs. “You can’t deny the birthday girl a birthday dinner.”

“I don’t think the birthday girl would mind if she knew what I had in mind for dessert,” I say with a sly grin.

“Oh really, now?”

“Mm, but I think you’re going to need some energy, so let’s get some food.”

“Alright, alright,” she says, grabbing her small purse from the table.

When we’re in the car, she picks up a gift bag I left on the passenger seat.

“For me?” she asks with excitement.

“Yes, but for later. Don’t open it yet,” I say, taking it from her and putting it in the backseat.

She gives me an adorable pout. “I want it now.”

“You’re gonna get I later,” I say with a wink before pulling off.

As the host is seating us, Nathalia marvels at the view.

“Oh my goodness, Marc. It’s gorgeous up here!”

“I figured this is a good birthday spot.”

“It’s like the best birthday spot!”

“So, how was the first part of your birthday?” I ask, knowing she was with Lincoln.

“It was good. We went and had brunch at this nice restaurant in a hotel, and then he took me to see David Copperfield. It was really fun.”

“Good. I’m glad you’ve had a good birthday. I hope to finish strong.”

“I have a feeling that you will do just that,” she replies.

I have something really special in store for her for tonight. After I got back in town she informed me that she was never able to show me her surprise for me when we went to California. Turns out it was some extremely sexy lingerie, but she also bought a small leather and fur paddle. To say I was shocked is putting it mildly. She’s been really pushing me to let loose and inflict some more pain on her. I think she really might be turning into a little masochist. Not that I’m complaining. I understand sometimes people don’t find out what they like until later in life once they’ve given it a shot. It’s easy to say you won’t like something when you haven’t even tried it.

She’s experienced pain from my hand, but she’s craving more. And to say I’m not looking forward to watching her smooth skin turn red after a swat from something else would be a bold lie. I don’t want to hurt her and scare her off, but she seems so eager for more, so tonight I’m giving her just that.

After we order dinner; Colorado rack of lamb and pork loin chop, we spend the night getting to know more of each other. Since she’s no longer a client, it doesn’t feel strange getting into the more personal stories. I’ve told her about my parents and brother, and what all I did on my trip. She offered stories about her father, and their work with the hotel industry. The more I learn about her, the more I realize how stupid it would have been to not give this a chance.

“Would you care for dessert, sir? Madam?” the waiter asks.

Nathalia looks at me, and I turn to the waiter. “No, thank you.” I slip my hand under the table and touch Nathalia’s knee. “I have dessert waiting for me.”

He looks a bit confused, but smiles and leaves to grab the check.

“And what would that be?” Nathalia asks flirtatiously.

“That, my angel, would be your delicious pussy.”

She squirms in her seat, obviously affected by my words.

“Well, we should get going soon,” she says, looking for the waiter.

“Be patient. We have all night, and I promise to take my time, and tease you until you’re ready to explode all over my cock as soon as I slide deep inside.”

“Shit, Marc,” she whispers, looking around the room. “You can’t say stuff like that here. I’m going to get arrested when I jump over this table and attack you.”

I grin at her. “Waiter’s coming,” I say, spotting the man walking over.

As soon as he places the check on the table, I pick it up and hand it back to him with my credit card.

“I’ll be right back, sir,” he announces.

“So, tonight I have big plans for you. For us.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“I’m letting loose tonight, baby. I’m giving you what you’ve been asking for and what I’ve been dying to do for a long time now. Are you ready?”

Nathalia bites down on her bottom lip briefly. Her eyes go wide and she nods her head.

“I need to hear you say that you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” she says in a breathy tone. “I’m so ready.”

“Here you go. Sir, madam, I hope you two enjoyed your evening here with us, and I hope to see you again.”

I nod and smile politely at the waiter. “Yes, everything was great. Thank you.”

I sign the receipt, leave a healthy tip, and quickly stand to make my way to Nathalia’s chair. With my hand extended, she scoots back, puts her small hand in mine, and we hurriedly leave the resort, ready to get on with the night.

Pulling a smaller bag from the gift bag that I had in the car, I hand it over to Nathalia once we’re inside her house.

“You open this and put it on, and I’m going to go set up the other part of the gift in the bedroom.”

“You’re going to what?” she asks, confused. She begins opening her small bag.

“I have to do some setting up. Now, get ready, and I’ll be back for you soon.”

Her eyes widen slightly as she takes notice of what’s in the bag. Giving me a sexy grin, she kisses the corner of my mouth.

“Yes, sir.” And then she disappears into the bathroom.

Taking the larger bag, I make my way to her room and place the restraints around each leg of the bed, the opposite ends coming to rest on the mattress. It will tie her hands and feet to the bed, either on her stomach or back. Whichever I choose.

I pull out a few other items and place them on the comforter before placing several candles around the room and lighting them, filling the room with a soft glow.

I hear Nathalia’s small gasp come from the doorway and turn to find the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing the item I placed in the small bag; a black lace blindfold. It will keep her vision restricted a bit, but not completely.

“I added another item to the wardrobe,” she flirts.

My eyes drop down her flawless body. She’s wearing red heels that match the red lipstick she’s put on. Her black hair falls over her shoulders, partially disguising her perfect, full breasts.

“You look perfect.”

She struts towards me, completely confident in her skin, as she should be. The heels she’s wearing make her legs look even longer and more toned. She’s fucking stunning. She grabs my tie in between fingers that are decorated with red polish.

“Where do you want me?” she whispers seductively against my lips.

My cock hardens as anticipation for tonight grows nearer. “On the bed,” I growl. “I want your head at the foot of the bed, and I want you on your back.”

Letting the tie fall from her hand, she walks to the bed, crawling over the covers in the sexiest way possible. She takes notice of the restraints and quickly snaps her head in my direction. She doesn’t say anything, though. She does what she was told and lies down, and then marginally turns her head to look back at me.

I walk over to the bed, grab the loose items and place them on the dresser. I grab her hands first and wrap the black cuffs around her wrists. Making my way to her ankles, I repeat the process, trailing my finger along her smooth skin as I do so.

She’s completely strapped down to the bed, and it’s a beautiful sight. I can barely make out her green eyes following me through the lace blindfold.

“You okay with this?” I ask, leaning down to her ear.

“Yes,” she responds in a breathy voice.

“If you need me to stop at any time, you let me know. Understand?”

“Yes,” she repeats.

“Good.”

I remove my jacket and toss it to a chair nearby, and then undo my cufflinks and push my sleeves up over my forearms. After undoing my pants, I reach in pull my semi-hard cock out. Stroking myself, I watch as Nathalia’s eyes are looking over my every move. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips.

Pushing my thighs to the mattress, I get as close to her as I can.

“I want your lips wrapped around my cock.”

She tilts her head back, her hair draping over the edge of the bed, and opens her mouth. I slide my cock through her red lips; her wet, hot mouth enveloping me. She swirls her tongue around my thick erection and moans around me.

I thrust in and out of her mouth since I know she’s unable to move her head too much. I watch as my dick disappears into her mouth, and hear when she struggles against the restraints.

Pulling away from her mouth, I help her rest her head comfortably on the mattress again. I pull my pants off, leaving me in only my boxer briefs. Heading to the dresser, I grab the items I bought just for tonight, and hopefully more nights to come. I get on my knees in between her spread thighs, and lift each item for her to see.

“I’m going to use these on you.”

She moans and nods her head slightly. I drop down low and put my mouth on her sweet, little pussy. I lick slowly, parting her lips, and opening her up for me. I taste her arousal on my tongue immediately. Flattening my tongue, I lick the length of her over and over, causing her back to bow.

“Oh, God!” she cries.

I suck her clit into my mouth, and then begin flicking my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Inserting two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy, I penetrate and lick her at the same time. She screams out expletives repeatedly. When I feel she’s on the verge of coming, I stop.

“No, Marc. Please!” she pleads, trying to move her body.

“I have more in mind, angel, just wait.”

I grab the plunge paddle first. It’s made of silicone and the handle is insertable with a bulbous head at the end. The paddle itself is only about three or four inches wide. I think it’s a perfect start to our long and adventurous night.