“What does it matter? It’s not any different from what goes on at the Lafayette Club,” I said defiantly as I walked back to my bedroom, still hot and bothered.
“It’s very different.”
“How so?”
“First of all, that girl was naked. Jett Girls are never naked. Second of all, Diego was about to get naked in about two seconds…”
“Was he?” I spun around to look over Kace’s shoulder but he pushed me to my bedroom and continued his speech.
“Thirdly, they were about to have sex up on stage, something Jett would never allow in his club.”
“All right, so they’re different. I still don’t get what the big deal is. It’s just sex.”
“Jett doesn’t want you to be pulled in that direction.”
I stared at Kace for a second and then burst into laughter as I walked in my room and flopped on my bed.
“You can’t be fucking serious.” When he didn’t flinch, I laughed some more. “Oh for fuck’s sake, I would never want to be prancing my pussy in front of everyone while some guy does me from behind or hanging from some weird contraption. I don’t need everyone knowing what kind of sounds I make when I’m having sex or the way my body contorts when an orgasm racks through me, that is only for my man’s eyes.” I was looking at my nails as I talked to him but when I glanced up to look at Kace since he wasn’t answering, I saw the heat that glazed over his eyes.
I cleared my throat and said, “Anyways, why are you here?”
“You didn’t answer your phone and neither did Diego so he was concerned.”
I sat up in my bed and said, “Was he concerned that I was fucking Diego or was he just concerned about me?” I grew furious.
“No, he thought that someone found out your location and broke into Diego’s club.”
“Oh, well…I was sleeping and then was woken up by the music so I went to check what was going on. You know how I hate missing out on a good dance party.” I started to “throw my bos” in the air while I danced to the drifted-off beat but Kace didn’t find it amusing, shock alert.
“You need to call him.”
“Can I see him?” I asked, needing his hands more than anything right now. “Will you take me to him, Kace?”
“Lo…” Kace warned.
“Listen, you can either take me to him or you can watch me finger myself from the need burning inside me and then you can explain to Jett later why I came without him near me.”
“Jesus.” Kace rubbed his face and shook his head. “Get in the fucking car and lie flat on the seat.” He paused at the door and said, “And keep your damn mouth shut. I don’t need to hear about cat cocks again.”
A smile ripped across my face from the distress in Kace’s voice when he mentioned our previous conversation. I might not have the most eloquent conversations with people but at least I make a lasting impression.
***
Jett had his hand fisted through his hair as he leaned over his desk looking at a stack of papers. He was wearing a white button down shirt that was unbuttoned at least three buttons, showing off his gloriously muscular chest and from what I could see underneath the chair, he had a pair of navy blue slacks on. There was a glass of bourbon sitting on his desk next to him as well as a lavender tie that he must have pulled off earlier. I would have loved to see him all business-like and dressed up, he was hot as hell in a suit.
I lightly tapped on the door and stood in the doorway, awaiting his gaze. The minute he looked up at me and recognized me, he dropped everything and stood out of his chair. He was in front of me in two seconds with his hands gripping my arms and looking down at me. The stubble on his face made my mouth water while his eyes searched mine.
“Are you okay?”
“No.” He tensed. “I need you, Jett.”
“What happened?” he asked while searching my body.
I grabbed his hand, lowered it and slipped it under my thong. I pressed his middle finger into my slick folds and gave him a minute to understand what I was saying.
His confused look turned to dark and sinister as his middle finger lightly stroked me, testing out my wetness. A heat of desire flushed through my body as I moaned.
“You shouldn’t be here.” He nibbled on my neck as he leaned forward. “But I’m so fucking glad that you are. Bourbon Room, little one. Wear nothing and stand in front of the tantra chair and wait for your next instruction.”
The tantra chair was the wave-like lounge that sat on the opposite side of the Bourbon Room and we only used it once and it was the most amazing sex I might have ever had, thanks to the angles it allowed, so for him to mention the damn thing had me throbbing already.
I nodded my head, quickly tiptoed over to the Bourbon Room and undressed as quickly as possible. I flipped my head over, ruffled my hair and then flipped it back up, hoping I added a little body and sexiness to it. I stood in front of the chair and prayed that Jett wasn’t going to teach me a lesson in patience because I wasn’t sure how much I could take when it came to waiting. Seeing Diego’s act and not being touched by Jett in a couple of days had me yearning to be taken, hard and fast.
Five minutes later, Jett walked through the doors with his shirt undone and his pants unfastened, just the way I liked to see him enter the Bourbon Room. Seeing him like that meant he was ready for business.
Grabbing the remote off the table that sat in the middle of the Bourbon Room, he walked over to me and looked me up and down. Appreciation lit up his eyes as he scanned every last inch of me.
“You’re so fucking breathtaking,” he admitted right before he turned on what seemed like a remix of some sort. Whatever it was, it was sexy as hell as the beat rolled through the walls, surrounding us with hard bass and soft ministrations.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
“I’m here to submit to you,” I answered without hesitation.
Nodding, he took off his shirt, exposing his chest completely. His lightly tanned skin delighted me and made me want to lick his entire body.
“Pull my pants off for me,” he demanded as he stood in front of me. “And don’t forget about my briefs as well.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I grabbed both his pants and briefs in my hands and maneuvered them over his hips, slowly. There were only few opportunities when I was getting intimate with Jett that I was allowed some control so when he gave it to me, I soaked it all in.
His chest heaved as his erection was finally released and I lowered his pants all the way. Normally, I would maybe give his dick a little lick or stroke but I learned not to veer from his demands so I restrained myself and let him step out of his clothes.
I kneeled in front of him, waiting for his next command. His hand reached out and played with my necklace.
He spoke in a hushed tone as he said, “It pleases me to see you like this, submitting to me, wearing my collar. It’s such a huge turn on,” he admitted.
I looked up at him, through my lashes and agreed, it was a HUGE turn on, judging by the way his cock jutted out in anticipation. I was still shocked to see that I had such an effect over such a powerful man, it was empowering.
His fingers pressed against my chin indicating he wanted me to stand up, so I did. He pulled me over to the chair and pressed his hand on my mound.
“How wet are you, little one?”
“So fucking wet.” I was ready for this two days ago but I didn’t say that, I learned to hold my tongue…at least a little.
Apparently happy with my response, he sat down on the tantra chair so his back was against the big wave and spread his legs so they hung over the sides. His balls sat directly on the chair and his erection stood proudly, just waiting for me.
“I want you to sit on top of me, little one, with your feet pushing against the bottom of the chair. But hover above me until I’m ready for you to take me, not a minute sooner.”
Trying to understand his demand, I looked at the chair and tried to calculate how I was going to do this. He must have sensed my confusion because he gently took my hand and pulled me to sit down between his legs so my bottom hit the soft buttery leather of the chair.