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. 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 their 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 disobey your trust. Do you understand?”
She nodded while biting her lip, a nervous tendency.
“Are you nervous?”
“No, I am horny as hell and I swear I just creamed everywhere hearing you tell me all of that. 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 literally held the cards, in every aspect.
She put her hand over her mouth and then 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 while 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 on that was almost touching her. 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.
“How long has it been for you, Lo?”
“Too damn long.”
“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, as I ran my hands lightly up and down her thighs.
“Move your hands inside my panties and relieve the pressure that has been building up until this moment.”
“How long have you wanted me?”
“Honestly?”
“We are always honest with each other, Lo. Please remember that.”
“Since Kitten’s Castle. The moment you opened your mouth, I didn’t care what you looked like, I wanted you. Although, I secretly prayed you had a huge cock.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I like them big.”
“Well you’re in luck, little one.”
It was the first time I used her nickname and it fit perfectly. I always gave each girl a Jett name and the minute I set eyes on Goldie and knew I was going to make her a Jett Girl, I knew her name would be little one, my little one.
“Little one?”
“Yes, that is what Lo stands for.”
She smiled softly as she looked down while playing with her hands still. I tilted her chin up and said, “Is that okay?”
She nodded. “I love it.”
“Good, because you’re my little one.”
Nodding again, I continued to run my hands up her legs as I watched her breathing starting to increase.
“You have beautiful skin; it’s so soft.” I ran my hands to her back and said, “Lean against my hands so I can lower you down.” She did as was told and I made sure she landed softly on the table.
I pulled her legs so they hung off the table and her ass was right at the edge. Knowing the position put pressure on her lower back, I pulled out the leg shelves on either side so her legs were spread wide and supported.
“How does that feel?”
“Fine.”
She was nervous so I ran my hands up her thighs and up her toned stomach, making little circles with my thumbs. I wanted to rip her clothes off and pound into her, but I knew it wasn’t the time for that. I needed to fully gain her trust first, earn the right to be with her.
“Are you wet, little one?”
“Yes, God yes.”
I opened a drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors and cut her thong strings. “I will get you some more, I will get you as many new thongs as you want.”
“I already have too many.”
“You can never have enough. I am going to remove this thin scrap of fabric. Are you sure…?”
“Jett, I give you my body; do with it what you please.”
Fuck me. I was hard as nails.
I took the fabric off and revealed a perfect pink pussy. She was completely bare of any hair and she was glistening, completely ready for me. I ran my hand over my face and turned around to gather myself. Why was my heart running a mile a minute? Why was she affecting me so much? I didn’t think it was going to be like this at all and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“Is everything okay?” she asked all of a sudden, entirely self-conscious at being completely exposed.
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 middle of a session. 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. “You’re 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 folds. She squirmed in place as her hand ran up her body and cupped her breast.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, 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.” She sat up and put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this. I should probably just go because this is not working out. I’m not what you are 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 blind fold, 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.