Page 49 of Bourbon Sins
To sayI was nervous was the understatement of the century. Kace showed me where to go and said to expect a card with directions on a table. He told me to do exactly as it said. I was still reeling from my lap dance and desperately wanted Kace to stay with me—for the first time—I felt like he was sort of a safety blanket.
When I reached the third floor, I turned to the left like I was told and opened the black door to the Bourbon Room. As I opened the door, I was surrounded by the familiar décor of the Toulouse Room. Deep purple walls, black carpet, black molding, chrome handles and lots nude pictures of women. What was different from the Toulouse Room were all the contraptions scattered around the space. It looked like Jett did gymnastics in the room.
In the far back was a giant four-poster bed with deep purple bedding. It looked beyond luscious to sleep in. To the right, there was some kind of balance beam, and a chaise lounge that was framed in a wave-like shape. I had seen one of those kinds of chairs before, but couldn’t remember the name. To the left was a stripper pole—classic —a sitting area with blankets, and a dresser with multiple drawers. In the middle, there was a black table with a card on it and a table-looking contraption that looked like something you would find at the gynecologist, except this one was upholstered, and actually looked like it might be a good time. Below it, there were drawers and buttons that frankly scared me, since I had no idea what they did.
I went to the card and opened it to see how Jett wanted me, something Kace warned me about. He seemed concerned and disappointed when I took off for the third floor, but I couldn’t think about that now.
The card read . . .
Lo,
Thank you for coming up to the Bourbon Room. These notes will never be this formal again, but since this is your first time, I thought I would take it easy on you. Please make yourself comfortable on the cushioned table to your left. Keep your bra and panties on, but you can take off your heels. There is a blindfold to the side of the table. I will not come in the room until you have that around your beautiful blue eyes. Once you do, I will be in shortly.
Jett
Anticipation and excitement rolled through my body as I went over to the table, found the blindfold, and put it securely around my face. Yes, I thought it was odd I had to be blindfolded, but at this point, I didn’t care. I needed him . . . badly. I had some pent-up frustration begging to be released, and I planned on releasing it tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Untouched”
JETT
I knew Goldie was in the Bourbon Room, but before I went over there, I had to calm the rage that was boiling through my veins first.
What the hell was Kace doing? I was working on my computer, looking over some property contracts, when I turned and saw Kace gripping Goldie as she grinded against him. The only way I knew to stop it was to have him send her up here. She was clearly on the verge of orgasm, and I couldn’t have her first orgasm inmyhouse be with another man. Kace was way out of line, and he would be hearing about it later, but first, I had to take care of Goldie.
She was a sexual creature and it had been way too long for her. She needed to be touched; she needed to release all of the sexual frustration that was building up in her body, making her act out like she did today.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the room and opened the door. Goldie was sitting on the table, twisting her hands on her lap and listening to every move I made. As I closed the door, her ears picked up and she looked toward me.
Her body was absolute perfection. All the Jett Girls had amazing bodies, but there was something about Goldie that made her different. Her curves were more plentiful than the other girls, but she had an incredibly petite body, making her look like sex on a stick.
“Hello,” I said, as I stood in front of her.
“Hi,” she responded nervously. It was adorable. Fuck, I was in for it.
Her honey-colored hair was wild like normal and fell past her shoulders, framing her breasts perfectly. Her pink lips itched to be touched, and I wondered what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. She was mouth-watering good, and I was about to devour her.
“I’m Jett.” I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it.
She smiled and said, “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but . . . I kind of can’t see you.”
“That’s okay.”
“Is it? Because from where I’m sitting, it seems like you don’t want me to see you because you have some kind of deformity.”
I chuckled to myself. “Is that what you really think?”
“Well, prove me wrong.”
“Not tonight.”
She sighed and then said, “Has anyone ever told you, you have the sexiest fucking voice ever?”
Shaking my head and laughing at her non-existent filter, I responded, “No, I’ve never been told that, but thank you.”
“Well, that surprises me, because the first time you talked at Kitten’s Castle, I assume that was you, I wanted to climb up on your lap and sit there all night. That was you, right? Of course it was. It was you at Jackson Square too, wasn’t it? I could tell because your voice is so distinct.”
