Aggie unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. She squatted as she pushed his pants down his thighs. She placed a tender kiss on the head of his cock. It twitched, rapidly engorging, growing thick, long, and hard. Wanting to be buried in her voluptuous body—in her slick warmth—where it belonged.Aggie wandered over to her table and selected a paddle. She turned to look at him and winced when her gaze fell on his back. “You’re really bruised,” she murmured. She moved to stand behind him and traced the thick bands of damage along his upper back. “The cane. Why didn’t you tell me I was doing that much damage to you? I would have stopped.”“I didn’t want you to stop. I needed it.”“I’m not hitting you with a cane again,” she said. “You’ll have to settle for a good paddling this evening.” She kissed his shoulder and circled his body to face him. She caressed his bare bu**ocks and then struck him on its fleshy cheek with her paddle.It cracked against his tender flesh. Stinging pain shot through hi
“I’m a whole different type of beast.”She glanced up at him. The coldness in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. He downed his wine in two gulps and set his glass on the dresser. He went to the closet and pulled a hard-shell, black suitcase from its depths. He knelt in front of it on the floor.She moved to stand beside him, looking at the suitcase. “What’s that?”“The reason I brought you here.”He flipped the locks and tossed the lid open. Aggie’s eyes widened. He had all kinds of things inside, ranging from obvious paddles and candles to things she couldn’t identify.He looked at her. “You still trust me, right?”The anxious flutter in her stomach excited her. She had no idea what he had in mind, but whatever it was, she was game. He had yet to disappoint her. “Yeah.”He began to sort through the case, arranging things in piles. She couldn’t decipher any pattern in his groupings as she watched him, sipping her wine. He lit candles, setting them on the side table. He left the ro
“Jace.”Another splash of hot wax. This time he traced the drop with ice. She gyrated, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her legs together and rub her clit between her swollen labia to get off.“Hold still.”“I’m trying.” She gasped. “This makes me want you.”She felt him move away and heard the candle being set on the table. Ice clinked, and then he moved between her legs, spreading them wide and holding them open with his shoulders. His fingers held her labia open, and the first drop of ice-cold water struck her clit. She jerked.“Shh. Hold still.” His words were garbled around the ice in his mouth. His aim was remarkable. Each drop struck her overstimulated clit, but sought a different pathway over her lips, opening, and ass. Drip. Drip. Drip. His sweet torture was too much to bear. She shifted her legs from his shoulders and clamped her thighs on his head. Digging her feet into his back, she pulled his face into her pu**y.“Ah God, lick it, Jace. Suck it.”He worked an ice cu
Trey grinned crookedly. “So that’s why I’ve been tasting tequila since I woke up. Was it really necessary to give me tongue?”Eric laughed. “Hey, I know you like that kind of thing. I thought it might revive you.”“You gave him tongue?” Jace’s nose curled. He knew Trey was bisexual, and Jace was fine with that, as long as he wasn’t confronted by it. To each man his own—just keep it behind closed doors.Eric rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and shook his head. “No, I didn’t really give him tongue. Jeez, dude, do you have any sense of humor at all?”Jace had a hard time figuring out when Eric was being serious and when he was joking. He’d probably do better if he erred on the side of joking. The guy was rarely serious.“I knew you were joking,” Jace said.“Whatever.”“I’m bored. Let’s watch Sed and Jessica’s video again,” Trey said.Dave peeked in the door. “Eric, are you ready to go?” he whispered loudly.“Sed and Jess left,” Eric said, waving Dave back into the room. “It’s safe.”Da
Aggie went to her table and returned with a black cloth sack. She slipped it over his head. The room was tinted black as he stared through the gauzy material. He could see just fine, and he could breathe. He realized she couldn’t see his face like this. Was that her purpose? So she didn’t have to look at him?“Stay,” she said, before leaving him lying there on the cold floor, his leash lying loose beside him. He tilted his head and watched her walk into the second room of her sanctum. She returned a moment later with a big, muscular man on a leash. He was hooded, but otherwise unrestrained.“Kneel, Loser,” she growled at the man.“Yes, Mistress V.” He dropped to his knees, bent over her boots, and rubbed his leather-encased face over her feet and ankles with feverish reverence.He noticed Jace lying naked-with-socks on the floor and glanced up at his dominatrix in question.“Don’t look at me directly.”He averted his gaze.“We’re going to show this misbehaving slave the proper way to
She tilted her head back and took in the beauty of the speckled sky. “I never take the time to look at the stars. I’m usually working.” She snuggled closer to Jace. She hoped Roy didn’t fire her for leaving. She could tell him she had an emergency. Knowing Jace was leaving Vegas counted as an emergency, didn’t it? Her arms tightened around him. She had to admit she didn’t want him to go.“Come here,” Jace murmured, sliding an arm around her waist to coax her to move around his body.She slid so they faced each other, her back to the handlebars and her legs straddling his. Up on the main road, a car passed, but no one seemed to know their little dirt road existed.“You said you wanted to drive out to the desert to have an orgy on my bike.” His low voice sent ripples of delight through her body. “If you still want—”Aggie kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He remembered that offhand comment? He groaned, his hands gripping her bare thighs beneath her skirt. She tugged his T
“Why are you thanking me?” Sed said. “I’m putting your ass to work.”Which suited Jace just fine. This was only the second time Jace had been inside Sed’s condo. The first had been Sed’s housewarming party, probably the wildest in the history of man. Jace didn’t remember most of the evening. He’d passed out on the rooftop patio in nothing but a pair of women’s blue satin panties, and Eric had drawn flowers all over his back with an indelible marker. Jace didn’t recollect where he’d gotten those panties.Sed’s place was huge and extravagant. Maybe it was time for Jace to buy a place of his own. His little apartment didn’t get much use, but Brownie would probably like a balcony she could sun herself on. It just seemed a waste to spend all that money on something so rarely used. Normally, Jace was on the road far more often than he was at home, but since Trey was out of commission until his finger mobility improved, they’d had to cancel a bunch of tour dates.Jace followed Sed through th
Their hour with the kids flew by. Eric had more energy than all twenty kids put together. On their way out the door, Eric pounded Jace on the shoulder. “Let’s go grab a beer or two. What do you say?”Jace smiled. Was he finally making that elusive connection with Eric? “Yeah. Sounds great.”Two beers turned into ten or twelve. Jace lost count. Being a quiet drunk, Jace stared into his magically refilling mug while Eric chattered enough for five people with everyone in shouting distance. He kept himself and half the bar entertained. Jace wasn’t sure that Eric was even aware of his presence. He wondered what Aggie was up to. Three weeks was long enough to let his pain fester. Maybe he’d drop in on her the next day. Assuming he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning or asphyxiate on his own vomit in the night.“You drunk, yet?” Eric asked near midnight.Jace closed one eye to get rid of the three or four extra Erics in his line of sight. “Define drunk.”“Wanna go get a tattoo with me?”Jace nod