Page 39 of Bourbon Deceit
When I reached her, I lifted her chin so I could look her directly in the eyes.
“Do you have something to say to me?” I asked, no longer holding my breath for her answer because I knew, the moment I slipped my collar around her neck, she was mine and she would never deny me . . . ever.
“I’m here to submit to you, Jett.”
“Good, now walk to the bathroom,” I said, while pointing toward a closed door. I knew she was slightly confused since she had never seen that part of the Bourbon Room before, but with a nod, she started walking. “But first, unbutton your shirt for me and leave it on.”
She lit up as she turned to face me and slowly, like the man-eater she was, unbuttoned her shirt, inch by fucking slow inch. She was driving me crazy and she knew it.
Once the shirt was unbuttoned I was pleased with seeing she was naked underneath, even though I didn’t ask her to be. It just made my job that much easier.
“You please me, little one. Now, go.”
With a smile on her face, Goldie listened to me as I followed close behind. The bathroom was quite large and decorated in all white marble with large mirrors spanning from one end of the room to the other—exactly what I wanted.
I went up behind her and turned her toward the mirror so she could see herself. She pressed her body against mine and tilted her neck to the side to make room for my head. We looked at each other in the mirror as my hands glided up her sides, underneath her open shirt.
“Look at how beautiful you are,” I whispered into her ear as my hands found her hip bones.
“You make me feel beautiful, Jett.”
“Then I’m doing my job,” I replied, kissing her earlobe. “Grip the edge of the counter with your palms down.” Moving quickly, she did as I told. I pulled her hips out so she was now leaning over, making her breasts hang dangerously close to the opening of her shirt. She was so enticing. “Now hold still and don’t move.”
I went into the Bourbon Room, grabbed my iPad and turned on “Without Me” by Fantasia, and played it through the bathroom speakers. The beat was slow and methodic, perfect for what I had planned for Goldie.
When I entered the room, Goldie’s eyes met mine in the mirror and I could tell at that moment she was already wet without having to feel her. She was lit up with heat, for me.
“I’ve been waiting too long for you,” she said.
“With patience comes great reward, little one, a lesson that will do you well to learn.”
I walked up behind her and gripped the back of her thighs, causing her jaw to clench and her eyes to close from the proximity of my hands. My thumbs ran up her inner thighs and just before they disappeared into her core, I pulled them away and ran them up her backside instead. As my hands ran up her plump ass, I dragged the hem of her shirt up as well, exposing her perfect backside.
Her breathing kicked up as I looked up at her and squeezed her ass. Her eyes traveled down my torso as she licked her lips. Her blatant display of need for me was empowering. I loved her willingness to show me how much I turned her on.
“Do you want me naked, little one?”
“Oh yes!” she breathed out as my hands made slow motions on her ass.
“Before I disrobe, tell me this, are you throbbing for me?”
She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded her head.
“Let me hear you say it.”
She was still gripping the counter and leaning over so if I wanted to, I could set a glass of water on her back and it wouldn’t teeter over.
“I’m fucking throbbing with need for you, Jett. I’m so wet.”
“Are you sure? Should I make sure you’re not lying?”
“Please God, yes.”
I smirked as I looked down at her and could already see she was wet, I didn’t need to test her out and I wanted her to wait for my touch.
“No, I trust your assessment.”
“For fuck’s sake!” she practically shouted.
