Page 24 of Royal Flush

Like a true possession. The thought was blasphemous but something that refused to leave the dark dwelling of my mind.

I’d caught the looks of other men, their needs increasing as Jasmine had gyrated across the dance floor. She was not only a natural born seductress but also a submissive and I was salivating at the thought of using every inch of her body.

Just like the deal she’d entered into.

While the Royal men owned incredible villas on both islands, we also kept suites of our own within the hotel. The villas were positioned far removed from the various clubs and crowds of guests, which offered each one of us some time away from this business and the first one we’d joined together, wealth management.

All our clients were fussy, or what I liked to call entitled. That’s because they were the upper echelon of society, men and woman inside the top three percent of the population’s wealth.

I did enjoy the suite because of the various apparatuses that had been installed in one of the rooms. Yet tonight they would remain unused. I was a man of my word.

I was just as hungry as she seemed to be, the ache in my cock more intense than before. She’d barely walked around the suite before kicking off her shoes, making herself right at home by finding the small stereo. While I sat with a drink in my hand, watching her evocative moves, she danced around me, every so often tossing her long hair in my face.

She truly didn’t understand what she was doing by teasing a beast like me, one who hadn’t indulged in a woman in a long time. I sipped on my scotch, my cock and balls aching.

When she dared to place her foot against my crotch, I lifted a single eyebrow.

“Be very careful, little koala. I am running out of patience.”

She was gentle in her actions, rubbing her foot up and down. Every time she blinked, I was reminded of just how long her eyelashes were. She was truly a magnificent creature, her face shimmering in the soft lighting.

I was sucking down scotch like it was going out of style and I was at that point where I couldn’t take her tempting actions any longer.

When I grabbed her arm, she laughed. I was shocked when she managed to get away, twirling like the dancer I’d learned she truly was. It was impossible not to watch her every move but when I found myself sitting up in the seat, I knew my control was slipping to the point of no return.

“Remove your dress,” I commanded, the growl in my voice unmistakable. No one could ever deny my hunger or my sadistic needs. When I wanted something, my sights set, there was no turning back.

She spun around and stopped, taking deep breaths. I could tell she was searching my eyes, ascertaining how serious I was. Within seconds, I noticed a hint of the woman becoming resigned but there was no denying her excitement either.

I’d seen her luscious form before, but this was entirely different than concentrating on spanking her. I sat on the edge of my seat, swirling the drink back and forth before gulping down my last sip. The fact I slammed it on the coffee table made her smile.

“Drop to your knees and crawl to me.” She was at least fifteen feet away, slowly lowering down. As before, her eyes never left mine. I had no need to further instruct her as she got onto all fours, crawling toward me slowly.

Just the way she continued to toss her head back and forth kept my cock rock hard. As soon as she came closer, I took a deep breath. It was funny. I usually wanted to be in control of my entire life, including aspects of passion, but tonight the feeling of losing every bit of it was delicious.

I found that incredibly freeing.

She shifted my knees further apart, giving me the kind of heated gaze that would melt steel before brushing almost too delicately along my calves with just the tips of her fingers. The vibrations humming through me were incredible, pushing every boundary, my heart thudding like some fucking racehorse running the Kentucky Derby.

When she started to purr, I was pitched into a fascinating state of mind.

She was no virgin but the way she was handling me had more to do with our intense connection. That was obvious, so much so I finally leaned back to do nothing more than enjoy the moment.

Allowing her to assume she had full control was a wicked method I’d used with women in the past.

As she tugged on my shirt, yanking it from the confines of my trousers, I closed my eyes.

“You’re going to suck me, Jasmine. Not tease. If you tease, I’ll spank you all over again.”

I was genuinely surprised when she unfastened my belt and trousers, slowly slipping the thick leather strap from the belt loops. I couldn’t help but study what she was doing, my pulse shifting even higher.

She took her time with the task and once free, she pulled it under her nose, drinking in the scent with an exaggerated action.

Yes, I could easily bask in her beauty for hours, but we didn’t have that and my cravings were too dark to stop now. When she folded and handed me the belt, I was taken off guard.

Her wink was also disarming, as if she was giving me permission to use the implement if she didn’t please me. She already had.

As she peeled the material to the sides, I was the one holding my breath, tipping back my head and staring at the ceiling as if it would provide answers.

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