Page 52 of Bourbon Sins
Shit, pull it together. Show no weakness.
“Patience, little one. With great patience comes great reward.”
“If that’s the case, I should have won a couple of awards two weeks ago.”
“That’s a warning, little one. I have been lenient during our first session, but I will not have you speak while we are in the Bourbon Room unless I allow it. You are only allowed to speak when asked a question.”
She nodded.
“Good girl.” I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs, making her squirm. “Your pussy is begging for my fingers. Am I right?”
“Fingers, cock, tongue . . . she’s not picky, just anything at this point will make her happy.”
I tried not to laugh as she referred to her pussy as a “her.”
My fingers traced the V of her crotch, but never made contact with her aroused. She squirmed in place as her hands ran up her body and cupped her breasts.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, just as her hand reached into the cup of her bra and massaged her nipple.
“Umm, helping you out?”
“I don’t need help,” I answered in a nastier tone than expected.
Which she noticed, because she pulled her hand out of her bra and said, “I’m sorry.” Biting her bottom lip, she contemplated what to do. If only I could see her eyes, I could see exactly what she was thinking.
Before I could ask her, she sat up and put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head, insecurity bubbling out of her. “I’m not good at this. I should probably just go, because this doesn’t seem to be working out. I’m not what you’re looking for.”
She pulled her legs off the shelves and hopped of the table. She was about to pull off her blindfold when I stopped her. The top of her head reached my chin as I towered over her.
I lifted her chin and pulled off her blindfold, allowing her to see me for the first time. It wasn’t what I wanted, for her to see me so soon, but I didn’t have a choice; I didn’t want her walking out of here.
Her eyes adjusted to the soft light, the purple hues in the room, her beautifully blue eyes blinking rapidly. When she looked up at me, shock registered across her face as she took in all my features. Her hands lifted to my face cautiously where she exploratorily caressed my cheeks, reading my lips, jaw, and scruff with her fignertips.
“You’re not ugly at all,” she said, a little embarrassment in her voice from her asinine assumption. “You’re actually,” she bit her bottom lip, “you’re hot as hell.”
I chuckled at her announcement. I was gifted with some good bone structure, deep blue eyes and a head full of dark blonde hair that was buzzed on the sides and slicked to the side on top. I worked out just as much as Kace, so I was sporting a good body as well. I thought it was only fair to keep up on my physique if I made the girls do the same.
Her hands ran down my bare chest as she explored the contours of my body, her eyes racing back and forth, trying to comprehend the man standing in front of her.
“Now I feel intimidated.” She stepped away, her hands twining together. “I mean, look at you! I wasn’t as nervous when I had no idea what you looked like, but now, you’re just so . . . you’re like . . . you’re very handsome, very sexy.” She bit that lips again, causing my dick to roar to life once again. “You look like male model.” She huffs and mutters some swear words under her breath.
God I love her inability to hold back whatever was going through that beautiful head of hers.
Not wanting her to leave, I lifted her up and placed her back on the table. I stroked her cheek and made her look me in the eyes.
“Listen to me carefully, little one. I picked you for a reason, and one of those reasons was the way my body reacted to you the moment I saw you. You’re perfect in so many ways, from your body to your strength to your feisty mouth. I’ll take it slow with you, but I will not allow you to walk out of here when I want you so bad, unless you say your safe word. Do you understand me?”
She bowed her head and nodded, “Yes.”
“Good, now lean back and put your legs on the shelves again.”
Even though she was a little hesitant, she did as she was told and gave me an amazing view of her gorgeous pussy again. Not wanting her to think much more, I went right to business freeing her breasts from the front clasp of her bra. My cock jolted forward as I watched her ample breasts spring free, her little nipples pointy and begging to be sucked on.
Not able to keep my hands to myself, not around Goldie, I ran my hand over one of her little pink nipples and rolled it between my fingers.
“Ohhh . . .” she moaned, as if she had never been touched before.
I took my free hand and ran it along her slick folds and couldn’t help it, I plunged inside, sending her body arching off the table and a whimper to fall from her lips. I pressed down on her chest to keep her from moving, to gently remind her who was in control.
