Page 50 of Bourbon Sins
I stood there and listened to her ramble on about my voice. Normally, I didn’t let any girl talk this much, but I couldn’t help it; she was entertaining. I was constantly wondering what she was going to say next.
“. . . and that’s why they call them beignets. Weird, right? I don’t know how I got on that whole rant, but it is interesting. Ugh, you probably hate me right now. When I get nervous, I just start talking. I hate awkward silences. I would rather tell you my height and weight before there is silence between us.” She paused for a second and then said, “Umm, my height is . . .”
“You can stop now,” I said calmly.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
I stood even closer and was about to ask her a question when she said, “God, you smell like heaven. I think I could just smell you and have an orgasm. I heard you have a huge cock.” She slapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head as I threw my head back and silently laughed. “I wasn’t supposed to say that. Shit.”
“Lo, do I have permission to touch you?”
She picked her head up and I saw one eyebrow raise past her blindfold. “What do you mean? You ask? I thought you were just going to do your thing. Don’t you own me or something?”
“No, I don’t own you. You hold all the cards. If you want to be touched, you tell me. I ask every girl when they come in here, I ask them all one question, if they have something to say to me.”
“Oh? And what do they say?”
“They say, I’m ready to submit to you. When they say that, they give me the most precious gift, their body. When you hand your body over to me, I treat it with the utmost care and worship it. I understand the trust you are handing over to me and I make sure to never break that. I know the way I like things and there might be nights when I tie you down and allow you to fuck my dick with your mouth as a slowly finger you to orgasm, or I might have you pole dance for me or I might take you on the Tantra chair, it just depends, but I want you to know, whatever I have you do, you always hold the cards. The minute you say our safe word, we are done and we talk about how I went too far, because I never want to jeopardize your trust. Do you understand?”
She nodded while biting her lip, a nervous tendency.
“Are you nervous?”
“No, I’m horny as hell. So . . . what’s the safe word?”
“Alligator.”
Goldie stared straight for a second and then laughed . . . a lot. I would have been annoyed if her laugh didn’t captivate me. I reminded myself to make her laugh more, because the noise that came out of her was exquisite.
Normally, this wasn’t how an introduction to the Bourbon Room went, but for some reason, I was letting it go. She really did hold the cards, in every way.
She put her hand over her mouth and said, “I’m sorry, but that is hilarious. How about if I start laughing, we can say that’s the safe word because trying to squeeze out the word alligator with your dick is buried deep in my pussy while I hang upside down is going to be practically impossible.”
“It’s alligator, Lo.”
If I could see her eyes, I would have bet a million dollars she just rolled them.
“Chill, dude. I’ll be fine.” She rubbed her hands together and said, “Let’s get started.”
I smiled to myself. Fuck, she was cute.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
“Uhh . . . I am here to submit to you?” she said as a question.
“Is that a question?”
She leaned forward and whispered, “Was that what I was supposed to say?”
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps across her beautiful skin, “Yes.”
“Eeep, your voice is killing me.” She straightened up and stopped smiling. “Okay, serious time. Jett, I am ready to submit to you.”
And just like that, I had a hard. The way she got serious and said she wanted to submit to me in a husky voice had me revving and ready to go. I was afraid this was going to be all a joke with her, but now I knew it wasn’t. She was ready.
I ran both hands up her thighs, making her sigh with pleasure. I spread her legs open and stood between them so I was right next to her, breathing in her sweet scent.
