Page 22 of Gamble (Black Light #38)

ELIJAH

W hat the hell are you doing, Keaton?

They hadn’t even made it inside their room yet, and he was fucking this up by going too fast. They weren’t at Black Light. He didn’t need to negotiate their scene as if they were about to partake in a dangerous fire or blood scene. They were going to have vanilla sex.

Except a woman like Reagan deserved so much more than just an impersonal fuck with a near stranger. She was special. She deserved it all. The white picket fence and the two point five kids kinda future that he could never give her.

All they’d have was tonight. So why muck it up with talk of safewords and edgy kinks?

The truth hit him like a sledgehammer.

Because more than his next breath, he wanted to experience those edgy kinks with her.

To see her tied down and vulnerable under the heat of a spotlight, a crowd of kinksters gathered around the stage to watch the DM flog his sub until she was writhing with need.

To hear her pleading with him to stop just before begging him to claim her.

Christ, he had it bad.

Her hands on his cheeks as she looked into his eyes pulled him out of his spiral of thoughts.

“Why do I need a safeword, Elijah?”

The twinge of fear he heard in her voice fed his sadistic dominance, making him feel like an asshole.

Honesty. There would be nothing but honesty between them.

“Because my sexual tastes run closer to the dark end of the pool. I’m not sure you’re up for swimming with me in the deep water.”

Reagan’s eyes widened. He’d surprised her. But had he scared her?

“I’m a pretty good swimmer,” she answered, a small smile playing at her lips.

Elijah let a sliver of hope take hold. Maybe he wouldn’t chase her away after all if he let his natural instincts run free.

Then again, if he wasn’t careful, he could push too hard and end up alone before his birthday kicked in at midnight.

“Red,” he finally said. When she looked confused, he explained. “You shouldn’t need it… but if you want me to stop something… anything… just say red.”

“I won’t need it…”

He cut her off, his fingers against her lips.

“Maybe you won’t, but I do. I need to know you understand how to make things stop.”

She looked concerned. “What are you planning that you think I’ll want to stop?”

“That’s just it. I don’t want to tell you.” His voice cracked with need as he added, “I want to show you.”

It only took her a few seconds to answer with a breathy, “I can’t wait.”

That was all his brain needed to release its chokehold of control over his body. Pushing the door wide, he pulled Reagan into the darkened room, letting the heavy door slam behind them.

They were alone, and she was his to do with whatever his fucked-up mind could come up with, except the only thing he wanted to do in that first moment was taste her.

Elijah crashed his mouth down on her lips, pushing Reagan’s back against the foyer wall hard enough to jostle the vase of fake flowers on the table next to them. He plunged his tongue into her welcoming mouth with the same urgency his cock ached to breach her tight pussy.

After a full day of foreplay, that first kiss was everything he’d hoped it might be. They’d already torn down so many barriers between them, yet the scorching-hot kiss broke through another layer, bringing a deeper level of intimacy than he could remember feeling with a woman.

Unwilling to pull away, Elijah started undressing her even as their tongues dueled. Dropping her skirt to the floor was easy. Pulling her top over her head required a short intermission.

He should slow things down. Seduce her. Instead, he ripped open his button-down dress shirt, sending buttons skittering across the tiled entry.

Her warm palms on his pecs were a green light to keep his foot on the gas.

Reaching behind her, Elijah worked the clasp of Reagan’s bra, freeing her pert breasts.

He pulled the offending fabric off her shoulders, letting it spill to the floor before palming the breasts he’d admired earlier while at the spa.

Her boobs filled his hands perfectly, and he couldn’t resist pinching her nipples just hard enough to pull a groan from her freshly-kissed lips.

Diving forward, he latched his mouth onto her right tip, kissing and nipping hard enough that her legs wobbled beneath her. Elijah pressed into her, holding her immobile against the wall as he let his knee slip between her thighs, encouraging her legs to open.

The feel of her fingers running through his hair as she hugged his mouth to her curves fanned his need higher until all he could think about was being inside her.

Pulling himself away, Elijah reached down to scoop his birthday present into his arms. He carried her bridal-style deeper into their suite, happy when she hugged him back. Most men would carry her all the way to the bedroom and lay her down gently where he could make love to her reverently.

He was sure it would be nice.

But he wasn’t a vanilla. He was a dungeon master. A BDSM connoisseur, and while he may not have his play bag with him, his imagination came up with plenty of ways to take advantage of the moment, and none of them were nice.

They were dark and dirty.

Those desires had him carrying Reagan to the sitting area of the living room, depositing her onto a cushioned couch close to the wall of windows overlooking the famous Bellagio fountains.

While he knew it was near impossible for people outside to see what was happening in the guest rooms, he was hoping the reflective nature of the windows had escaped Reagan’s attention.

Her reaction to the public sex scene near the pool had given him an idea.

“On your knees, baby,” he instructed, dropping her lower half to the fabric first while pressing her body into the position he wanted her—legs spread wide, her hands supporting her bent torso, leaning above the back of the plush couch.

A position not terribly different from the sex scene they’d witnessed near the pool.

As tempting as it was to yank his pants down and take her, Elijah forced himself to slow things down.

Grabbing her hips from behind, he leaned in closer before asking.

“How does it feel to be on display?” When she didn’t respond, he pressed his knee against the front of the couch with enough force to push both Reagan and the piece of furniture forward until it crashed against the glass wall.

“Lean forward. Hands on the glass.”

“But…”

“No buts. You are much too beautiful to keep for myself. If anyone down there is lucky enough to look up, I want them to see just how gorgeous you are when you’re being fucked.”

Her body trembled as she followed directions. The new position helped press her ass out, the perfect placement to receive lashes from his leather belt.

Would she cry out in pain or moan with building desire? If he did it right, she’d do both.

As tempting as that visual was, Elijah tamped down the urge to introduce Reagan to impact play. It was too soon. Maybe later… but first…

“I’ll buy you a new pair of panties,” he promised even as he tore at the thinnest piece of fabric near her left hip. The dainty material ripped easily.

Elijah let his hands roam across her naked body, memorizing her small moans of pleasure.

“You are the best birthday present of my life,” he mumbled as his lips kissed a line of heat across her waist. He let the scent of her essence surround him, holding him as captive as if they were tied together.

He loved the feeling.

Only one more barrier remained. His hands went to his belt buckle, undoing the clasp before unzipping his fly. Shoving his pants to the floor, Elijah cursed when he remembered he needed to grab something important from his suitcase.

“Don’t move a muscle,” he warned, kissing the center of her ass before heading in the direction of the bedroom. Why hadn’t he planned better and had a condom in his pocket?

Seconds later he returned to the suite’s living space, the box of foil-wrapped rubbers clutched in his hand. The sight of the naked beauty splayed out for the taking took his breath away. How had he gotten lucky enough to find her this weekend?

Ripping open a packet, Elijah slid the condom into place, taking a moment to stroke his shaft in an attempt to tamp down his own need.

The last thing he wanted to do was come in a few strokes like a chump.

Only after lowering his own heat did he reach out to run his fingers through her dripping slit, loving how puffed her clit was.

“Such a dirty girl. You like being on display like that couple we saw downstairs, don’t you?”

Reagan’s body had already answered his question, but he wanted to hear her admit it out loud. When she didn’t comply, he weighed his options. He could let it slide, or…

The echo of his palm smacking her butt cheek stoked his own desire higher, but that was nothing compared to what the sound of Reagan’s surprised squeak did to the hardness of his shaft.

He held his breath, waiting for her to spin and tell him off.

Instead, the naked woman just inches away wiggled her ass like an invitation for more.

It served like a red cape in front of a bull—making him hungry to charge forward, but not until he tested the waters with a second and then third spank to Reagan’s milky-white ass.

Even with the lightest swats, her skin turned a pale shade of pink where he’d left his mark. Christ, he could paint a masterpiece across her body with the toys in his playbag.

Focus, Keaton. The sex will be enough.

It had to be.

Elijah closed the last few inches between them, adjusting the width of her spread legs until her wet pussy was at the perfect height to be taken. Her only warning of what was coming was one swipe of the tip of his cock through her copiously juiced slit, ensuring her body was ready to be breached.

And breach he did. One strong thrust forward as he yanked back on her hips had him seated inside her body. It was a toss-up which one of them gasped louder.

Elijah closed his eyes as he held his position, letting the tightness of her pussy gripping his shaft drive his need higher. Like minutes before, he fought to slow things down to ensure he wouldn’t come in ten pumps like an untried teenager instead of the seasoned dominant he was.

Reagan’s desperate “Please,” flamed his own need higher.

“Please what?” he ground out, pressing against her harder until he heard her forehead bang into the glass window.

“More… I need… more…” she pleaded.

Good thing, because he did too.

Elijah pulled out until only the tip of his engorged shaft maintained their connection. He held there long enough for Reagan to rock back on her knees in an attempt to take him inside her again.

His palm cracked against her ass again as he warned, “Naughty girl. You’ll take what I give you—when I give it to you. Do you understand?”

Since when did he have a quaver in his own voice? It was the tiniest warble that betrayed just how precarious the power dynamics between them felt. He was in uncharted territory.

Reagan’s submissive “Yes,” was almost perfect. If only she’d tacked on a ‘sir’ after her acquiescence, but that wasn’t part of the weekend agreement, so a plain yes would have to be enough.

Elijah thrusts forward again, this time not lingering inside her for longer than a split second before pulling out and lunging forward again—deeper…

harder. She was impossibly tight. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft as he set a fast pace.

Their naked flesh slapped together, the tempo creating the perfect soundtrack of debauchery.

The nonsensical whimpers she was making sounded distant as his ears filled with the pounding thud of his own racing heart. He gripped her like a lifeline, digging his fingers into her curvy hips as he pushed and pulled her languid body as if she were a rag doll.

Hot cum boiled up inside him, threatening to erupt like a too-long dormant volcano.

He staved off the urge to come for as long as he could, wishing their first time would never end.

But end it must, and even in his precarious state, he knew he couldn’t finish until he was sure Reagan had climaxed first.

Leaning down until his chest was flush against her back, Elijah hugged Reagan as he moved his left hand to the apex between her legs.

She gasped as his fingers grazed her puffed clit, but it wasn’t until he pulled his cock all the way out of her tightness that she started flailing under him.

Her desperation to be filled again was his kryptonite.

White spots masked his vision as he thrust forward while pinching her clit as hard as he could. Their bodies detonated together like a bomb—him squirting into the condom—her nearly collapsing from the power of her orgasm.

Hearing their ragged breathing was the first sign he was returning after his visit to nirvana.

Reality slammed into him as he leaned up and took his first step away from her body.

His bum knee almost buckled beneath him, and unfortunately, this collapse had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with pain.

Only years of practice helped him hide the sudden burst of agony from his companion.

He wouldn’t be wasting even a moment of their short time together complaining about his old man aches and pains.

There would be plenty of time to nurse his wounds once he got back to L.A.

and his daily grind. They had only a few more hours together, and Elijah was determined to make those as special as possible—for both of them.