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“Oh is that right? I don’t remember selling all my orgasms to you.”
There was a loud smack to my ass, sending me reeling from the pleasure that ran through my nerves. Jett must have noticed because he laughed as he walked up the stairs to the third floor. My mind was so confused, from the slapping of my ass, to the almost-orgasm I had, to the fact that I was so disturbingly turned on by the way that Jett went all ape-man on me, that I had no clue what to do other than enjoy the ride.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Sail”
JETT
I planned for Francy and Tootse to get Goldie all worked up, but I never imagined Goldie to get me to the point of coming in my pants while watching her touch herself. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life, and I had seen many erotic things in my life . . . many. There was something about Goldie that was different—she weakened me, and I was a very strong man, but she had the ability to lower me to my knees and beg for her go to the Bourbon Room with me.
Luckily, I didn’t have to beg; she gave in to my demands, which only satisfied me even more. She was a feisty little thing who kept me on my toes, so when she so easily submitted to my demands, I was an extremely happy man.
Goldie went still as I carried her up the stairs, and I just prayed that she didn’t pass out on me. I placed her on the upholstered table and looked into her eyes. Definitely not passed out, but beyond horny and ready. I smiled, knowing I was about to give her what she wanted.
I closed the door to the Bourbon Room as she sat on the table, waiting nervously. I pulled my shirt off and walked toward her. The drool-worthy look she gave me as she took in the expanse of my chest made my pride surge through the roof.
“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, Iwillleave 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 that 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’m ready to submit to you?” she said, as 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’m ready to submit to you.”
“Good girl.” I laid her down and placed her hands above her head. “I’m 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’re okay with that unless you say your safe word.”
She nodded.
“Good and what is your safe word?”
“Alligator.”
