Page 41 of Inescapable Ties
I opened the top flap of my purse, hastily shoving my winnings inside.
“Wonderful job, as always, Mrs. Luciana,” John said.
“Thank you, John!” I finished shoving the final few straps of money inside. “It’s always a pleasure to play with you.”
“I’ll see you both next time!” he called after us as we walked away.
Emilio took hold of my hand, his grip strong and reassuring. As we moved through the building, he didn’t lead us toward the exit as I had expected.
“Where are we going?” I asked, as he pushed us into a hallway with no patrons around.
“A special area.”
Doors were on our left and right as we walked down the hallway. The green or red light next to the handle of each door signaled its occupancy. But by what?
Emilio pulled a keycard out and scanned us into a green room.
“Where are we?” I asked again.
“Private rooms,” he responded. “For the extremely high stakes players.”
Before I could ask anymore questions, he took me by surprise and crashed his lips against mine. My mind spun with questions, but they were silenced by the kiss. It was electric, like sparks were igniting between us. His kiss was urgent and filled with longing, and there was no doubt or hesitation as he pulled me into him, wanting to get as close as possible.
He abruptly pulled away, seemingly breathless with how heavy his chest was rising and falling. “That was so hot. Didn’t know you were that good at gambling, Jaws.”
I tried to say that I didn’t do it often; it just sort of came naturally, but his lips were back on mine in an instant. Emilio picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. I pressed myself against him, feeling his hardness against me. His breath hitched as he moaned into my lips.
He lifted me up and brought me to the back of the room, setting me down at the edge of a poker table. Cards from a previous game were still on top, and they scattered everywhere as he pressed his body back into mine, the force so strong it caused the table to move a few inches.
He pulled back from our kiss and lowered himself on his knees. “Legs on my shoulders.”
With nervous anticipation, I followed his instructions. My stomach fluttered with a swarm of butterflies, their wings beating against my insides. This was it - the moment I had been longing for, the elusive orgasm that had been withheld from me for so long. Wetness had pooled in my underwear, and I could not hide that I so desperately needed relief.
Emilio wasted no time in pushing up my skirt, revealing the lacy black panties I was wearing underneath. His nose brushed against my core as he breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of my arousal.
“Fuck,” he moaned into my center.
In one swift movement, he yanked my panties off and they unceremoniously dropped on the floor. He used his thumb and gently traced the outside of my folds. The movement was delicate, but his blown pupils made me feel like he could eat me alive.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Without warning, Emilio dove into my slit and ran his tongue along the length of it. A wave of pure pleasure bloomed in my lower body, pulsing and growing with such intensity that I swore it was crawling up my spine.
Emilio drew circles around my clit, each flit of his tongue igniting every nerve ending in my body. I whined for him, begging for the release I so desperately craved. My hands instinctively tangled themselves in his hair, holding on tightly as if it were the only thing anchoring me to the earth.
I thought I couldn’t feel any more euphoric, but then he slipped two fingers inside me. His touch sent a jolt of pleasure through me as his fingers explored deeper, discovering a spot inside me that had never been touched before. He pressed upwards, and the string inside of me snapped. My walls fluttered against his fingers, my essence coated his digits. I gripped his hair even harder as I came, chanting Emilio’s name as if it was the only word I knew.
He leaned back and looked at me with a look I had never seen on his face.Hunger.
He rose from the floor and hovered over me, placing his hands on either side of my head.
“You taste,” he stopped, and pressed a few frantic kisses on my lips. “So good.”
My flavor still lingered on his lips; sweet yet tangy. I felt a bit more gush out of me at his compliment.
My ankles were still around his shoulders as he pulled back. Emilio’s hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt, his movements quick and urgent. He was about to unzip his pants when there was a knock at the door that interrupted him. Before he could say anything, a janitor burst into the room, earbuds in and careless of his surroundings.
I immediately crossed my legs and pulled down my dress, horrified that a stranger might have accidentally seen me exposed.
