Page 39 of Gamble
More than their tangible touching, Elijah knew Reagan had somehow got past the emotional wall he’d been holding between himself and women for longer than he cared to even think about. The fence he’d built hadn’t been intentional. It was merely a product of getting hurt often enough that only now could he look back and realize it had just been easier to go through life alone than it had been to take a chance at being disappointed when the relationship ultimately hit the skids… like they always did.
He tried to push the thoughts of how short his time with Reagan would be—two days at most—and instead focused on turning them into two memorable days for both of them. He would not miss this chance at his brief glimpse into what life was like for those lucky enough to find their soul mates. Those who got to spend their entire lives with their other half.
Not too long ago, he hadn’t even believed true love existed, but since starting his second career as the dungeon master ofBlack Light, he’d had a front-row seat to many happy unions of soul mates.
Knowing true love existed almost made it harder to reconcile the hard truth that he just wasn’t one of the lucky few who got to experience that kind of remarkable connection to another human being.
Looking down at Reagan’s flushed face—eyes hooded with the kind of sexual desire he’d seen on submissives many times at Black Light—Elijah knew she was the best birthday present he could ask for.
He pulled his thoughts back to the moment. There would be plenty of time to look back on how remarkable this weekend had been later. He couldn’t spend another second thinking about how hard it would be to say goodbye to the intimacy he felt with the woman trembling on the table before him.
Elijah stepped closer, pulling the towel off her torso before nudging her knees farther apart, opening her pussy up for his inspection.
She was almost bare. She’d left a neatly trimmed landing strip of hair, proving her gorgeous hair color was natural. Elijah’s fingers slipped through her wetness, teasing her higher by keeping his touch too light to detonate the bomb he hoped was building inside her.
The urge to taste her was undeniable. They may not have shared their first kiss yet, but that didn’t stop him from walking to the end of her padded table. His own growing need made him grab her ankles just before yanking her curvy body down the table until her now bent legs fell open like a butterfly spreading its gorgeous wings for the first time.
Her bare pussy glistened with proof that she wanted what he was offering. Leaning closer, he got his first whiff of her sexy scent just before he tasted her honey. Her hips bucked upfrom the table as his tongue slipped through her slit, letting her copious juice pool on his tongue as he lapped at her core.
Like a good girl, Reagan kept her hands locked above her head, her curvy body laid out for him like the true gift it was. His own shaft was so hard the towel he’d wrapped low around his waist was tented.
But this moment wasn’t about him or his cock. It was about Reagan. Delivering the first of what he hoped would be at least a dozen orgasms just like he’d promised.
He reached out to pinch a nipple with one hand as his tongue worked her clit and his other hand plundered her pussy, letting his touch in both locations get more demanding with each second that passed between them.
Reagan wiggled beautifully, her hips lifting up and down off the table as she chased her pleasure. Were they at Black Light or even if she knew the first thing about the BDSM lifestyle he lived, he would be tempted to tie her down. To remind her who she belonged to and that her body was his to play with.
But they weren’t at Black Light, and she most certainly wasn’t part of the BDSM lifestyle, so he let her body writhe under his attention, enjoying how she called out his name as he sucked her puffy clit into his mouth, letting his teeth brush the raw surface just enough for Reagan to groan her pleasure.
Taking his mouth off her sex just long enough to direct her, Elijah demanded, “Give me your first orgasm, baby. You taste so good, I’m going to suck this wet pussy of yours dry after you come for me.”
Reagan’s unintelligible moaning was like the best music in the world for the dungeon master. He may have watched hundreds of couples have sex as the DM of Black Light, but listening to the ecstasy wash over Reagan was the hottest thing he’d heard in years.
Elijah rode through the bucking of her hips, never letting his mouth leave her flesh until Reagan collapsed back to the leather pad of the table, gasping to catch her breath as she moved into recovery mode.
It was hard to step away, but Elijah forced himself to release her long enough to cross to the credenza near the exit to grab one of the cold bottles of water the masseuses had left for them.
Returning to Reagan, he screwed off the top and held the bottle to her lips, helping to lift her head enough to take a few sips of the water.
“Good girl,” he praised her after she’d taken a few long swallows before collapsing back to the table with a satisfied sigh. Oh, how he wished he could put that smile on her lips every morning in the future.
The thought of having something more than just a weekend shook him. He pushed the idea away.
Linking his fingers with her own, Elijah pulled as he instructed her,“Let’s get you on your feet and head into the private sauna.”
Once on her feet, Reagan bent as if she were going to pick up her bikini from the floor.
“Leave it. You won’t need clothes yet,” he said, instead pulling her along with him toward the far side of the private suite.
A wave of stale heat hit them as soon as he opened the thick door. Like the sauna at Black Light, the room was all cedar wood, although only a fraction of the size. Elijah led Reagan to the bench first before walking to the heater in the center of the small room, turning the knob to high before using the provided ladle to pour a scoop of water on the pile of decorative rocks.
It took less than a minute for him to feel the heat rising in the small room. When he turned toward his companion, he saw herown internal heat was also on the rise as Reagan checked out his body.
He may know the truth—that his body was pretty banged up on the inside—but he’d worked hard to stay in the best shape he could, trying to offset the effects of aging. Seeing Reagan’s approval of his almost fifty-year-old body made him happy for his dedication to his frequent workouts.
“Like what you see?” he teased, loving the blush that came to her cheeks.
A tentative nod yes was her only answer.
