Page 70 of Bottoms Up
After a few moments, she asked, “Could we move out of Homewood if we had Atlas living with us? I know the commute would be too long to my place, but we could buy a house nearby, on the mountain.”
“We can talk to Marco and the security people about it,” I told her. When I’m living at Homewood, I only need extrasecurity when I’m away. Marco would have a much bigger outlay to protect me if I lived off-site. I honestly didn’t know if it would work or not, but if Silver wanted to, we’d have to figure something out.
“Okay,” she said. “Living at Homewood is okay, but I’d love for us to have our own place.Ourplace, you know? Not just a suite inside of someone else’s place.”
“If it’s important to you, we’ll figure out how to make it happen.”
She looked down, then back up. “It might not be important this year, but yeah, in the long term, it is. That might change, but I want my own kitchen, my own bathroom.Ourspace, decorated the way we want it, with dishes I’ve chosen — since you don’t eat on dishes — but maybe not, since you’ll still live with them? I don’t know, but it just seems we should have our own space, if we’re a legit couple.”
I stood, unbuckled my belt, and tossed it over the sofa. “Clothes off,mon trésor. I want to stripe your ass with my belt before I fuck it.”
My Silver’s scent was all sweet and spicy arousal while she disrobed with an obedient grace that made my cock twitch. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t question. Just positioned herself exactly where I pointed, bent over the arm of the sofa like she belonged there.
What is it about a leather belt on a pale ass?
The impact, the pressure wave. The way the first strike leaves a deep pink, and the second, directly over the first, brings blood to the surface — a crimson welt that begs to be touched.
Cool vampire fingers touching blazing-hot human skin.
Her heart rate increased, her breathing changed, and fuck me, but her scent made me want to bury my dick in her right off the bat, but I didn’t.
Not yet.
She needed more. Needed to be marked, taken,seasonedwith pain before I gave her more.
And she didn’t know it yet, but I wasn’t going to let her orgasm at all during this session.
Oh no. She’d get dressed when we finished, my seed held inside her with a giant plug, her hidden welts glowing with heat under her clothes, and we’d walk the Strip like that.
A plug in her ass. A programmable vibrating egg in her cunt, set to turn itself up and down so she couldn’t possibly get used to it. Hours of denial. Of stimulation with no relief.
Eventually, I’d bring her back, fuck her ass again, reinstall the plug, and thenfinallyallow her to jerk off — just her cock, not her pussy.
How would she react to being allowed a penile orgasm and not a vaginal one, after having her cunt teased for hours?
Would she beg for more? Cry in frustration? Shatter in my arms?
Only one way to find out.
Chapter 24
Silver
The leather creaked when Julian sat, but the chair held.
We’d been invited into Lauren, Gavin, and Nick’s penthouse home — and then straight into Gavin’s home office. Leather and old wood, smelling faintly of cigars and pine, like something old money would bottle if it could.
The desk was the centerpiece. Big, solid, and it looked ancient. Venerated. Like maybe it’d been used to sign the Declaration of Independence, or older. Maybe the Magna Carta.
Or maybe I was just being dramatic.
But we weren’t at the desk. Gavin had gestured us toward the sitting area off to the side: curved leather armchairs positioned in a conversational arc around a low coffee table.
I didn’t want to sit four feet away from Julian, so I sat in his lap. Yeah, this was a business meeting, but Julian and I were negotiating as a unit, so we may as well be upfront about it.
Also, his lap’s pretty damned comfortable, and I’ll never tire of having his arms around me.
Atlas stood until Gavin nodded to the chair he wanted him in.
