Page 20 of Gamble (Black Light #38)

Her gurgled reply was an aphrodisiac, sending his pulse higher.

With great effort, Elijah forced himself to loosen his grip enough to allow her to pull away from him if she wanted to.

He sighed with relief when she instead took enough of his cock into her mouth to gag herself as his tip nudged Reagan’s throat.

“That’s it, baby. Your mouth feels like a slice of heaven.”

With her throat struggling to take his shaft deeper, Reagan couldn’t respond with words. Instead, she slipped to the floor, kneeling on the cedar planks between his open legs, turning her full attention to bringing him pleasure.

How long had it been since he’d turned himself over to a woman? Giving her full control over his body? How ever long it had been, he knew it had been too long.

Oral sex was pretty much the only kind of sex he’d had in the last year—courtesy of the faceless submissives hidden behind the glory-hole wall in the Red-Light district at Black Light. Those sessions had been physical—detached.

What Reagan was doing to him felt different.

Opening his eyes, he couldn’t resist watching her bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, increasing the sense of intimacy he felt with her until it took all his effort to keep from lifting her up to sit on his lap.

He wanted to fill her tight pussy with his hardness.

To bring her the pleasure she deserved just before he would shoot his hot cum deep inside her body, marking her as his.

Except she wasn’t his. Hell, she’d been someone else’s until just a few short hours ago. That she was offering her mouth to him this soon was nothing short of a miracle. It was more than he’d expected and even more than he deserved.

Which was why he turned himself over to her completely. Letting Reagan set her own pace—turning over his body for her to play with as she saw fit.

And play she did. The little minx commanded his body like a maestro—her tongue, mouth, and fingers teasing him higher and higher until all he could think about was coming.

Between the steam, heat, and Reagan’s mouth, Elijah was having trouble catching his breath. When he felt his impending explosion was imminent, he forced himself to give her a warning.

“Unless you plan on swallowing my cum, I’d take your mouth off my cock, baby.” Instead of moving away from him, Reagan took his entire shaft down her throat, letting her nose brush against his groin.

The gagging and choking sounds she made as she struggled to maintain their connection was the final straw. He gritted out a final warning of, “You’re about to get a jet of cum down your throat,” just before he roared a guttural growl of satisfaction.

Watching the beauty at his feet doing her best to slurp up every drop of his cum was the best present he could have asked for.

As she gasped to catch her breath, tears streaked down her face from her exertion, trailing the remnants of her mascara with them.

Perspiration glistened on her now ruddy cheeks, making her look like a well-used submissive.

Unable to resist, Elijah reached out to scoop a line of jizz that had escaped to her chest up onto his finger. Raising it to her lips, he instructed her to, “Open for me. You missed a drop.”

Her mouth opened, allowing him to shove his finger where his dick had been a minute before. When she sucked his cum off, he praised her. “Such a good girl.”

The twinkle in Reagan’s beautiful blue eyes confirmed she enjoyed being a good girl. The question was, would she like being his dirty girl as well? He hoped he’d have the opportunity to find out later that night.

“That was the best birthday present a guy could ask for, you know that, right?”

“Too bad,” she said playfully.

Her words confused him until she added. “Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow, so the real present will have to come after midnight.”

Elijah’s breath hitched. Unsure how far he could push the beauty, he’d been worried things were moving too fast between them. He was grateful she was still game to spend the rest of the weekend together.

Forcing himself to slow things down, he pushed to his feet, helping her stand before adding, “I can’t wait, but right now we need to get upstairs to get ready for dinner and the show I promised you tonight.”

“But you’ve spent too much money on me already…”

Elijah yanked Reagan against his chest, wrapping his arm around her waist as he held her immobile.

A warning light was flashing in his brain, reminding him he was holding a ‘vanilla.’ A woman who knew nothing about his need to dominate.

Hell, it was more than a need. Dominance was his true nature—his default setting.

This weekend he needed to override his default and soften. It was that or he could end up spending the rest of the weekend alone.

Forcing his voice to lose some of its edge, Elijah spoke against the shell of her ear. “I believe I’ve warned you of the consequences for bringing up how much money I’m spending, did I not?”

Holding her close gave him the ability to catch how her pulse had quickened… her breathing shallowed… her legs trembled under her.

Was Miss Reagan Murphy possibly a submissive? Or was that just wishful thinking on his part? There was only one way to find out.

“You did…” she answered, her voice quavering with the perfect mix of submission and anticipation.

The knock on the door of the suite ruined the moment.

“Dammit.” Glancing at the clock on the wall, Elijah felt a bit like Cinderella. They’d run out of time. “Looks like you get a small reprieve, baby. But be warned, this discussion isn’t over.”

Her full-body shiver was a good sign. The question was, did they excite or frighten her? Lucky for him, they still had the rest of the weekend to explore just how kinky the beauty might be.