Page 4 of Bourbon Deceit
JETT
It was a long three fucking days in New York, trying to square away some property I was purchasing out there. All I wanted to do was get back to the Lafayette Club, invite Goldie up to the Bourbon Room, and taste that sweet pussy of hers…but when I saw what the girls were wearing, I knew I couldn’t let Goldie into the Bourbon Room: she would get glitter everywhere. I tried to keep that room as pristine as possible. The glitter would have declassed the play room and I didn’t want that, therefore, I waited for her in her room.
The girls looked sexy tonight, in their gold outfits and wigs, but right now, with her hair down and bare-footed, Goldie had me begging to touch her. I hated to admit it, but I’d missed my little one. I was growing accustomed to seeing her every night, ready to submit, but the past three days left me yearning to get back to my hometown of New Orleans and into the Bourbon Room to see her, the one who’s been driving me crazy in my dreams.
I could tell she missed me by the way her eyes softened when she saw me and the way her breathing picked up when I asked if she had something to say to me.
I waited patiently as she nodded her head and said, “I’m here to submit to you.”
Every time those words came out of her mouth, I instantly got hard. Goldie was by far the sexiest woman I’d ever met, and it wasn’t just because her hair was the color of honey, or the fact that even though she was tiny, she had curves for days. No, it was her attitude, her heart, her sass, the way she carried herself that made her so damn attractive to me.
Pleased with her submission, I pressed my palm against her cheek and said, “Did you miss me, Goldie?”
Her cheek pressed against my hand and she nodded.
“How much?”
“More than I want to admit.” Her eyes fluttered close.
“I saw the lap dance you gave tonight. I didn’t like it.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. “Did I not do a good job?”
“No, you did. I just don’t like you giving other men lap dances.”
A small smile crossed her lips. I was all right with telling her my displeasure for her lap dances on other men because it was true. Normally, I wouldn’t divulge such information, I kept things like that to myself, but after her almost leaving me, leaving the club, I realized that I had to confess some of my thoughts to her if I wanted to keep her in my life. There had to be a little give and take.
She went to touch me but I stepped away. I was in control and sometimes she forgot that. Her face fell from my rejection but I quickly recovered and said, “Who’s in control here, Lo?”
“You are.” She lowered her head.
I pushed her chin up with my finger, wanting to see those brilliant eyes of hers. “Lead me to your bathroom.”
“Please tell me we’re going to have shower sex.” She broke her role. I knew it was only a matter of time before she started talking and asking questions. It was typical Goldie behavior. Something I struggled to control, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy trying to control her wild mouth. It was one of my favorite things.
“I haven’t had shower sex in so long. Last time I think was a couple of years ago with this guy named Robert. He was pretty good but he had a crooked dick so it was always weird trying to angle myself so we lined up. Not like you care, you probably don’t want to hear about that, but it was worth sharing because crooked dicks are odd, don’t you think? If one was curved up though, now that would be a dick—”
“Goldie,” I said sternly, trying not to smile from her rambling.
“Oh fuck, sorry.” She covered her mouth. “I’m just so excited you’re here!” She jumped up and down and clapped her hands together.
I ran my hand over my mouth, covering my smile and taking in her excitement. Best fucking welcome home I’d ever received. Goldie in a tiny bathing suit, jumping up and down . . . yeah I was one lucky motherfucker.
I held my hand out and repeated, “Show me to your bathroom.”
She looked down at my hand, smiled brightly, and took it with hers. Her hand was so small compared to mine, but I reveled in the feeling of our palms pressing together. It was a small gesture I knew she appreciated, and a gesture that I enjoyed myself. Holding hands, who knew it could bring such joy.
As we walked to her bathroom, I watched her hips sway in front of me, enticing me to just toss her on her bed and fuck her right then and there, but I had different plans. Plans I wanted to see through.
When we got to her bathroom, I looked around and almost laughed out loud. The girl was a slob!
Cringing, apparently not remembering what her room had looked like when she left it, she scrunched her nose together. “Eh, it’s not normally like this.”
I nodded my head and carefully observed her space. There were wigs spread all over the bathroom counter, as well as multiple makeup products. The cabinet which held her masks was wide open, with masks hanging askew. Clothes from workouts and presentations were spread all over her floor, and her trashcan was overflowing with makeup cloths. Not normally like this? I’m not buying it.
She fidgeted in place, clearly uncomfortable with my perusal. “Um, I’ve been working hard?” Her question/statement had me inwardly smiling.
“I should leave right now, given the appearance of this room.”
