19. West
19
WEST
While Audrina’s sleeping, I fire up my laptop, unable to get the vision of the snake tattoo from my attackers out of my head. It’s been bugging me for a while now, and since nothing else has happened and no threats have been made, the club wrote it off as being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don’t know if it’s because of my military background, or that sixth sense that lurks inside my belly that has never let me down, but something just doesn’t feel right. I search for gangs first, looking up their logos and anything to do with snake designs. There is no reason for two people to have the same tattoo, and I know a gang member when I see one. If they were going to rob the place, or one of the businesses next door, and I interrupted them, why did they jump me? It’s like they were waiting.
I hit pause when I find a page dedicated to gangs around New Orleans, fuck knows there’s a lot of them. I scroll through until I find what I’m looking for, or what I think I’m looking for.
Cut City Boys. There’s not much information, to be honest, but it gives me pause to check it out. I’m sure that with Rock and Jett’s help, we can get some more information. Maybe I’m just getting old, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. If they’re targeting the NOLA Rebels, then it seems like a strange way to go about things. I’m barely at the Whiskey Straight as it is, so it still seems more plausible they were gonna rob Logan. He’s also tightened security and added cameras at the backdoor, just in case they think about returning.
I sit back in my chair, trying to work out what the fuck isn’t sitting right. I email the images to Rock with a brief explanation. I’ll call him in the morning.
I walk around the apartment quietly. I like this time of the night when the city has quieted down, but a part of me knows that me and Audrina can’t live here forever. She was looking for an apartment, but then Nevada insisted she stay there to save money, and since his place is so big and has a finished basement, it was a no-brainer. However, it gnaws at me that my queen doesn’t have her own space. A real home. I want to give that to her. Okay, we’ve been dating for a short time, but I know I want to be with her, and I know we will outgrow this apartment. There’s also no yard for the dog, or anywhere for Audrina to garden, as she’s told me a number of times she likes to plant and grow things.
I rub my chin. I have money saved — not enough to buy something outright, but the goal is there. I just have to work harder, put in more hours, and save more money.
I stare out the window, out onto the street, my mind racing with the possibilities. I don’t wanna scare her off, but the more I think about it, the more I want to give her everything she’s ever wanted. That’s my duty to her, and after all she’s giving me, it’s the least I could do.
I need to start looking at real estate.
I wonder what kind of decor my baby likes? I know she has expensive taste; I grunt a laugh at that. The woman wears designer threads well, but I prefer her in nothing at all.
“Honey?” I hear from across the room. “What are you doing?”
I turn, not even hearing her enter the space. “Just thinkin’, baby.”
She crosses the room toward me, dressed in my shirt. It hangs low on her, like a dress, because she’s so tiny. Seeing her in my shit makes me wanna do bad things to her body, and as she pads across the room, my breath hitches.
“What about?” She wraps her arms around me.
“Just stuff.”
She raises a brow, and I cup her ass, realizing that she has no panties on. “Such as?”
“Livin’ arrangements.”
She stares at me.
“You wanted to know,” I go on.
“As in, you and me?”
I nod. “We can’t live here forever.”
She glances around, “Why? What’s wrong with this? It’s cozy.”
My chest expands hearing her say that. She may be upper class and far too good for me, but she’s not a snob.
I press a soft kiss to her nose. I tell her the truth.“It’s not good enough for you.”
“West, I don’t care about things like that.”
“You deserve the best.”
“I have the best,” she says, pressing a hand to my chest. “Right here.”
I move my lips to softly touch hers. “I love that, baby, but soon we’re gonna want our own space where we’re not runnin’ into employees in the mornin’, or bein’ woken up at all hours because we’re right in the city.” I run a hand through my hair. “Maybe I’m gettin’ a little ahead of myself here.”
She giggles; it’s such a pleasant sound. “No, there’s nothing wrong with planning for the future, even if we have only been on two dates.”
I nuzzle her nose with mine. “I think I prefer the dates where we stay inside, that way I don’t have to share you with anyone.”
“I have absolutely no doubt you mean every word of that.”
I grin. “We should go back to bed.”
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
“I’m always alright with you, better than alright.” I fondle her ass and her breath hitches.
“You know, we both fell asleep when we got back...”
We did, both too exhausted from the day of eating, talking and riding to enjoy one another.
“Uh, huh?”
“And I was thinking.” She tiptoes her two fingers up my bare chest.
“About?”
She buries her head into my shoulder, and I chuckle. “You know I can’t say it.”
“I think you can, My Little Peach, and if you do, I may have a surprise for you.”
She lifts her head. “You know I could get used to you spoiling me.”
I bury my hands in her hair, kissing her with a little more vigor. “I think I could get used to it too.” I pause, then whisper in her ear. “Remember that fantasy you told me about?”
Her breath hitches in her chest. “Y—yes.”
“I wanna blindfold you.”
“Oh God, West.” She shivers. I love that I have that effect on her.
“And tie you to my bed.” She presses her pussy against my thigh, and I groan. “I’m takin’ that as a yes?”
She nods. “Yes, but — I've never been uh, tied up before, or blindfolded.”
“Why are you whisperin’?” I laugh. “I’ll go easy on you.”
“Will you let me do something first?” The way she spreads her legs a little wider makes my dick hard. I bend my knee slightly, giving her some friction.
“Anythin’.”
She grips my ass, and I almost convulse at the smoldering look she gives me. “I don’t know if you’ve been a good boy, Hustler, but you did almost redeem yourself on the run today, so I’m at a crossroads with what to do.”
Oh, I like this little game. “Is that right?”
She runs her palm all the way down to my dick, squeezing me through my boxers as I hiss. “But you did tell my ex-husband to leave me alone, and I couldn’t go to dinner with him because you were doing me...”
“Doin’ you? I don’t think I would’ve used that term,” I chuckle. I pinch her nipple through the fabric of my T-shirt, and she gasps. “But you’re right, I’ve not been a good boy. I keep havin’ very bad thoughts about my ol’ lady and keepin’ her awake all night eatin’ her pussy while she begs for my cock.”
She grips my ass, then smacks me lightly. I think my dick is gonna explode. “Language! ” But it’s whispered and breathy.
I pinch her nipple again, and she groans, rubbing herself on me as I guide her hips. “Like you don’t love it. I think you oughta take this bad boy to bed and teach him a lesson before he ties you up and eats you until you’re screamin’.”
“ West ,” she cries, but I’m not letting her come yet. Oh, no.
“West? Hustler? Boss Man? What am I tonight, baby?”
“Hustler,” she breathes. “I want Hustler.”
I lift her into my arms, and she yelps. I waste no time carrying her across the room to my bedroom, and I toss her on the bed. She bounces, and I grin, delighted at her admission. “Pull my dick out.”
She complies, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she concentrates, her hand diving in, and I groan at the contact. I watch her fondle me, my balls heavy as she caresses me until I’m thrusting into her hand.
“You wanna spank me?” I grunt. “For bein’ a bad boy?”
Her chest heaves as I enjoy her shock. “No deed goes unpunished.” She rips my underwear off, and I step out, my cock thick and heavy as she continues to fondle me. I lift my shirt off over her head, her tits perky and her nipples hard as I cup them. She’s a vision. She’s so perfect.
“Do you really want me to, uh, spank you ?”
I laugh. “Why are you whisperin’ again? Tilbury can’t hear you, nor does she understand.”
We glance at the puppy in her bed, and she smiles. “I guess you’re right.”
“What are you gonna do with me?” I can barely get the words out. I'm so turned on.
“Over my knee, Boss Man.”
Holy fuck. “Yes, m’am.” I crawl onto the bed and place myself over her knee. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve always been the one to do the punishing, and my dick is weeping in anticipation.
“You have such a nice ass,” she whispers as I balk at her words.
“I don’t see the attraction.”
She smooths her palms over my ass cheeks as I lay over her. It’s a vulnerable position, submissive, but I don’t care. If it’s what she wants and it turns her on, then so be it. I’m all in, no matter what. “Really?” She pats each cheek lightly, testing how it feels. I chuckle, unable to get enough of her.
“Yep. Unless we’re talkin’ about your ass, then I concur, your ass is amazin’.”
She cups my cheek harder with one of her tiny palms, and my dick grinds into the side of her thigh and the mattress. My breathing is ragged, and even though I alluded to the idea of her spanking me not long ago, I never really thought she’d have the guts to do it. She slaps my cheek harder, and I groan. To my astonishment she adds. “This is punishment, Boss, so less of the groaning.”
My chest rumbles, and I feel her wobble slightly. I know she’s trying to keep a straight face, and when I turn my head to look at her and I whisper, “Make it hurt, baby, spank that ass.” I know she’s dying to fall about laughing, too. If we take ourselves too seriously, this will never work.
Her eyes on mine; she smacks me on the other side, and I see her swallow hard. As long as this is turning her on, that’s all that matters, but I still wanna mess with her a bit. “Aren’t you supposed to count or somethin’?”
She spanks my cheek again, harder. “Shush! Did I ask you to speak?”
I roll my lips. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were my dominatrix all of a sudden.”
She spanks me again, and I think she’s starting to enjoy it. “Answering back will only get you more of this.”
“Harder,” I mutter. “Baby, please.”
She spanks harder this time, one cheek then two, then she soothes my ass with her hand.
This.Is.So.Fuckin’.Hot. My dick is painfully hard as she inflicts her wrath on me. I almost wish I’d gotten the hairbrush to make it really hurt.
“Why am I spanking you, Hustler?”
I look away, coughing out my reply because I don’t wanna ruin the role play by laughing. She’s so fuckin’ sweet. “Because I’m a bad boy, Peaches.”
“That’s right, and bad boys get their asses spanked hard.”
“Are you wet?” I mutter.
No answer.
Spank.
“You are, aren’t you?”
Spank.
“I bet that little bud between your legs wants my tongue, doesn’t it?”
Spank.
My ass is singing and I feel the sting, but I can’t get enough.
“Touch my balls, baby.”
Spank.
She ignores me, and then I feel her hand dipping. She strokes all the way down the back of my thigh toward my balls. I shift, parting my legs so she can feel all of me. “Oh, God, they’re so full.” She’s breathy.
I stick my ass out further, wanting more. “That’s it, baby, this is all gonna be inside you soon, so enjoy your fun while you can. After I tease you with my tongue, you’ll be beggin’ me to untie you.”
“Oh.”
I’m so hard. My dick needs to be inside her, but this is about her pleasure, too, and she’s enjoying it. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Are you going to behave from now on?” She can barely even get the words out.
Her hand pauses, and I smirk, turning my head so our eyes meet. Her face is flushed, and she’s needy. I can see it in her eyes. “Fuck no, if this is my punishment.”
Eyes on mine, she spanks me four times; twice on each cheek. Every smack makes my lust for her grow even more.
“That’s not the right answer,” she whispers. She barely gets time to soothe my skin when I’m rising, and she starts to move back up the bed. I grin, prowling towards her.
“That feel good?”
“Yes, actually...” she’s wringing her hands, looking down at them.
I stop. “What’s wrong?”
“Did I... did I hurt you?”
I laugh. “Baby, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried, but that was fuckin’ hot. I can see you with a whip and a cane in your hands.”
She flushes and covers her face. “Your ass took that well.”
I crowd her, bringing my lips to hers as my tongue pushes inside her mouth. We’re all hands for a moment until I pull away. “Look at what you did to my cock, do you think that’s a nice thing to do?”
She giggles. Fuckin’ giggles. I nip her chin, causing her to moan. I cup her tits with both hands, kneading her buds as I bring my tongue to one nipple and then the other. “Gonna fuck these tits,” I tell her. “Gonna make you scream, then I’m gonna come so hard inside you.”
She snakes a hand between us and fondles my dick and I almost ejaculate in her palm. I tear her hand away, pinning both of them above her head. “I don’t think so, My Little Peach.”
“Let me touch it.”
I shake my head. “Nope, you keep those pretty little hands to yourself.” I lean over, pulling out the tie I wore to my son’s wedding. I drag the soft, silky material over her peaks, and she sucks in a ragged breath. “Remember this?”
She looks down. “The tie you wore to the wedding?”
I grin. “You remembered?”
“Of course I remember. You wearing a tuxedo and a pink tie, my God, it’s not something I could forget in a hurry.”
“Good, now it’s time for you to get reacquainted.” I knot her hands together with the tie and then secure it to the bedpost, all the while she’s wriggling around beneath me. I make sure she has enough room to move her hands but not get out of the bind. “At any time you want me to stop, you say red, okay?”
Her eyes are wide as she nods, licking her lips as I try not to take her mouth and just fuck her right now, forgetting about taking it slow. My cock is begging for me to take her deep and hard, but he’ll have to wait. Focus.
“Okay, honey,” she says, her eyes twinkling.
I grin, reaching for the eyepatch I bought the other day, just in case. It’s pink and silky, and it’ll cover her pretty eyes just nicely. She lifts her head in anticipation as I slide it on, resting it over her eyes. “I can’t even tell you how fuckin’ sexy you look trussed up, blindfolded, your naked body on display.”
“West, I...”
“Who am I in bed?” I press my lips against hers.
“Hustler,” she whispers.
“What were you gonna say?”
“I’m so... wet.”
Her words surprise me — my baby getting more confident in bed as time goes on. I move my hand between her legs, and I groan when I feel her warmth. She’s soaking. “That’s because you’ve been thinkin’ about me doin’ this for quite a while, haven’t you?”
“Touch me,” she cries. “Please, Hustler.”
I spread her legs wider, avoiding touching her pussy because I also wanna make her beg me for it. “You teased me, now I get to tease you. Don’t come until I tell you to.” I kneel and bend, cupping those magical tits again as I lave, suck, and play with each needy tip. Because she can’t touch me, the sensations are heightened, and her breathy moans tell me as much. Her face and neck flush a deep crimson, and I’d bet if I so much as blew on her pussy, she’d convulse. My dick digs into the side of her thigh as I move south toward my goal. I push her knees up, enjoying the view of her splayed out before me, and I lick her from ass to clit. She bucks off the bed, and I laugh.
“Oh, Hustler, baby, right there...”
I lick her clit with the tip of my tongue, rolling it around her needy little bud and then pull back when she starts to move her hips, denying her orgasm.
“ West!” she cries. “ Please!”
I reach up, pinching her nipple. “That’s not my name when we play like this.”
She rolls her hips again and I lick her once more, slowly, like she’s my favorite fucking ice cream, and I can’t wait to take a bite. I circle her clit, laving my tongue as she makes noises that will be forever embedded into my soul. Again, I deny her.
“ Boss! That isn’t fair!”
I glance up. “Really, pretty lady? We playin’ by your rules still?”
“I need to come.”
“Already? I’ve barely touched you.”
“Please let me come.”
I love it when she begs, it makes my dick wanna explode all over her pretty body. “You can’t come until I tell you to.”
“What happens if I do?”
I bite her inner thigh. “Wait and see.” I blow her sensitive flesh again and she cries out.
I shift, my tongue lining up with her entrance, and I shove it in. She jolts as I grip the back of her knees, holding her in place while I fuck her with my tongue. My thumb rubs her clit and I know she’s gonna come. Denying her isn’t even an option anymore because this is just too good.
She cries out her ragged orgasm as I plow in and out, then she shouts my name as I feel her climaxing all over me. I pull my tongue out, lapping it over her sensitive skin.
“Oh dear, looks like you didn’t listen.”
“Hustler!” she cries. “You did that on purpose!”
“You wanted it.”
“I do want it, and I want you, keep touching me.”
“Bossy,” I admonish. I’m barely getting warmed up on eating her out. My dick wants to play, but I’ve got a little left in the tank before I bury myself inside her.
“How does it feel knowing you can’t see or touch me?”
“It feels... fantastic,” she breathes.
I replace where my tongue was with my fingers, groaning when I feel how slick she is. “So beautiful.”
I work my hand, enjoying her writhing around, her hands bound as I play with her pussy. Nothing could ever prepare me for the sight of her like this, and the fact she let me do it? She’s my fuckin’ queen.