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“You have to admit, this is pretty impressive.” I can’t help but tease her.
“It is definitely impressive.” She giggles and hiccups from the bubbles. Which only makes her laugh more.
“Fair enough,” I concede and pull her into a hug. “Now, I offer you two choices.”
“Two? And what would those be?” She takes another sip of the bubbly.
“We can enjoy the suite, ditch the clothes, take a bath, and try out the bed, or we can head downstairs and see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
“Why can’t we do both?” Barbi tips her head back and swallows the last of her champagne.
Then, with my mouth gaping, but my body responding, she strolls into the bedroom, dropping one piece of clothing after another. With a sultry smile, she makes a show of crawling onto the bed, which drives me wild. She scoops some of the rose petals into her hands, then lifts them over her head, releasing them one by one.
The petals fall over her body, landing on her breasts then fluttering down to land silently on the comforter. She then gathers the two lengths of red silk that formed the heart, then gives me a look that stops my heart.
While I watch, heart pounding, cock throbbing, she wraps one of the silks over her eyes in a blindfold. Then she holds out her hand with the second length of silk.
“How about you show me what it feels like to be dominated in bed?”
NINETEEN
Alec
“Barbi?”Voice hoarse, cock stiff and ready, I swallow thickly. “You don’t have to…”
“Why not?” She pulls at the blindfold and peeks at me. “We’re in Vegas, the City of Sin, and I’ve never submitted to a man before. It seems a waste of perfectly good silk. She covers her eyes and presents her hands, wrists overlapping, with the red silk grasped lightly in her hand.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I take full advantage of Barbi’s sudden exploration into kink. I tie her to the bed, teach her how to beg for what she wants, and demonstrate the lighter side of playful spanking.
Many hours later, after taking a long soak in the tub, having a bit of shower sex, and lots of laughter, we find ourselves fully clothed, down in the thick of things, exploring the city, and taking in the bustling Strip.
We visit the Bellagio fountains and catch a show, marvel at the Eiffel Tower replica at the Paris Las Vegas Hotel, and even take a spin on the High Roller observation wheel.
As the night wears on, we find ourselves at a sleek and sultry nightclub with erotic themes echoing Barbi’s first experience with BDSM. With her eyes opened to the fun that can be had with a like-minded partner, she grabs my hand and drags me inside where the bass is pumping and the dance floor is packed.
We join in and dance.
All I can focus on is the woman in my arms. Barbi moves with fluid grace and sensuality that sets my body on fire. I’m grateful for the dim lighting that hides the heat in my eyes and the erection I sport.
“Having fun?” I yell over the music, pulling her closer.
She grins. “Are you kidding? This is amazing.”
I love her enthusiasm. “Good. Because I plan on showing you a lot more amazing things in the days to come.”
Barbi’s eyes sparkle with mischief, “And what might those be?”
I lean in close, my lips grazing her ear as I whisper, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” I plan on taking her to a private room at one of the local BDSM clubs for a proper introduction into that world. Until then, I’m perfectly content with the eroticism of this club and the subtle lifestyle undertones that speak to my darker cravings.
After grinding on the dance floor, Barbi takes me down the dimly lit halls leading to the bathrooms. Those are all occupied and not nearly private enough for what we want. Regretting how far the evening’s taken us from our room, Barbi surprises me when she discovers a janitor’s closet that serves our needs.
She’s fucking insatiable and I’m right there with her. We fuck hard and dirty, letting desire set us free. After we’re both satiated, we head to the main floor of the casino and pass by blackjack tables and roulette wheels, finding ourselves drawn to a provocative adult-only show, lured in by the promise of tantalizing performances, sexy dancers, and seductive themes.
Posters of scantily clad performers line the dimly lit hallways, and I can’t help but feel my own heart race at the thought of what we’re about to witness—what we might later reenact once we’re back in our hotel room and alone.
As we enter the theater, cheap perfume and cologne permeates the air. The theater is dimly lit, and an air of anticipation is thick as we locate our seats in the second row, the perfect spot to fully immerse ourselves in the experience.
The lights dim, and the curtains part to reveal a stage set up like a grand bedroom. Performers clad in seductive lingerie dance and twirl around the stage, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization to the music. Elements of dominance and submission infuse the entire show and I pay particular attention to Barbi’s reactions.