Page 93 of Bourbon Deceit
Five minutes later, Jett walked through the doors with his shirt undone and his pants unfastened, just the way I liked to see him enter the Bourbon Room. Seeing him like that meant he was ready for business.
Grabbing the remote off the table that sat in the middle of the Bourbon Room, he walked over to me and looked me up and down. Appreciation lit up his eyes as he scanned every last inch of me.
“You’re so fucking breathtaking,” he admitted right before he turned on what seemed like a remix of some sort. Whatever it was, it was sexy as hell as the beat rolled through the walls, surrounding us with hard bass and soft ministrations.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
“I’m here to submit to you,” I answered without hesitation.
Nodding, he took off his shirt, exposing his chest completely. His lightly tanned skin delighted me and made me want to lick his entire body.
“Pull my pants off for me,” he demanded as he stood in front of me. “And don’t forget about my briefs as well.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I grabbed both his pants and briefs in my hands and maneuvered them over his hips, slowly. It was rare, when getting intimate with Jett, that I was allowed some control, so when he gave it to me, I soaked it all in.
His chest heaved as his erection was finally released, and I lowered his pants all the way. Normally, I would maybe give his dick a little lick or stroke, but I’d learned not to veer from his demands, so I restrained myself and let him step out of his clothes.
I kneeled in front of him, waiting for his next command. His hand reached out and played with my necklace.
He spoke in a hushed tone. “It pleases me to see you like this, submitting to me, wearing my collar. It’s such a huge turn on,” he admitted.
I looked up at him through my lashes and agreed, it was a HUGE turn on, judging by the way his cock jutted out in anticipation. I was still shocked to see that I had this effect on such a driven man, it was empowering.
His fingers pressed against my chin, indicating he wanted me to stand up, so I did. He pulled me over to the chair and pressed his hand on my mound.
“How wet are you, little one?”
“So fucking wet.” I was ready for this two days ago, but I didn’t say that. I’d learned to hold my tongue . . . at least a little.
Apparently happy with my response, he sat down on the tantra chair so his back was against the big wave and spread his legs so they hung over the sides. His balls sat directly on the chair and his erection stood proudly, just waiting for me.
“I want you to sit on top of me, little one, with your feet pushing against the bottom of the chair. But hover above me until I’m ready for you to take me, not a minute sooner.”
Trying to understand his demand, I looked at the chair and calculated how I was going to do this. He must have sensed my confusion, because he gently took my hand and pulled me to sit down between his legs so my bottom hit the soft, buttery leather of the chair.
His voice touched my ear. “Press your back against my chest, little one, and prop your feet against the second wave in the chair. That will give you strength to hover above me.”
My skin tingled from his close proximity, instructing me on how to please him. He could be so soft, so gentle at times; it brought me to my knees.
I did as I was told and pressed against this chest with my back. I felt his erection barely rub against my bottom, causing a moan to escape my mouth as my head flew back against his shoulder where I kept it.
His tongue found the column of my neck and he slowly started to snack on me while his hands traveled from the junction of my thighs up to my rib cage, where they danced dangerously close to my breasts. My body ignited under his touch, with his slow movements and deliberate licks, making me think of the way his cock would slide in and out of me.
My hands gripped his thighs as I continued to hover above him. Thank God for ab workouts, because I was starting to feel the pressure he was putting on my body.
“You’re so damn sexy, Goldie. Even though you’re not supposed to be traveling over here, I’m so fucking glad you did because I’ve been dreaming of these perfect tits,” he said into my ear as his hands cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples. “These nipples have been haunting me. I’ve been wanting to squeeze them for a couple of days now.”
My lungs burned as I tried to suck in air after the onslaught of emotions he’d pulled from me in such a short amount of time.
The slickness of my core rang out, begging for him to let me lower myself. I could feel every last pulse in my pussy as he spoke to me and felt my body with those unyielding hands.
“Jett . . .” I groaned.
“Patience,” he murmured, once again using his go-to word. Fuck patience, I wanted him to slam into me with all the power he had in his body.
“My legs are getting tired,” I admitted, feeling my butt drop lower and lower each second.
“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” His hand pressed against my crotch and pushed my lower half down. My ass enclosed over his rigid cock and I broke out in a cold sweat while I waited for him to move his cock into position.
