10. Lincoln
“Number four,” the emcee says, looks at a piece of paper, then makes my fucking year, “Lillian Frasier.”
I can’t help the smug fucking smirk that stretches across my face. Every part of me was fully prepared to bribe whoever chose Lillian”s name to switch with me before we went back to our rooms. Even with the five hundred thousand dollar buy-in, I would have dropped the same amount to make sure she didn’t go into a room with some other man. Or woman. Only me.
Especially not that psycho Vincenzo Bramante. Obviously, she wasn’t actually interested in him. Intrinsically, I know that. She saw me staring at her and wanted to make me jealous.
I’m more annoyed at myself that it worked than at her that she did it.
Someone hands me a bag, but I don’t bother looking in it; rather, I stare right at Lillian as I walk off the stage and over to her.
She looks incredible tonight in a slinky black dress that I’ve seen more than one man eyeing her in. It’s a look I haven’t seen on her before. Sexy and sophisticated, for sure. But much too formal and stuffy for her. She always looked her most beautiful in a messy bun with nothing but my oversized T-shirt hanging off her slim frame and walking barefoot around my house.
Nostalgia floods me, but it doesn’t manage to overwhelm the regret that comes with it as I stop a hairsbreadth from the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.
My fingers itch to run through her blonde hair, but I don’t want to break the spell she seems to be in. Not an angry, resentful one like I’m expecting. But an almost anticipatory, lustful one. I’m scared to blink wrong and throw her out of this daze. I want to soak up as much of this look as I can. So tomorrow, when she goes back to hating me, I’ll be able to remember how it felt.
The light blue of her eyes entrances me. So much that I tune out the rest of the names being called in the background as everyone else is paired with a partner for the evening.
With at least half the room left to go, there should be plenty of time before?—
“Sorry,” a woman’s voice squeaks out as she bumps into Lillian, breaking her gaze from mine.
Son of a bitch.
“It’s fine,” Lillian says with a sweet smile for the woman. When she turns back to me, the smile drops, and the lustful look is gone, replaced by the one I expected.
Distrust. Anger.
But the one that kills me the most… Pain.
I did that. Hurt her. All because I was too much of a coward to fight for her and my sister at the same time.
Not anymore. Tonight, tomorrow, and everyday after that, I will make it right.
The emcee calls up the last name, drawing Lillian’s attention, and then says something about us being free to go to our rooms. I’m not paying much attention though, still unable to look away from my date for the evening.
I still can’t believe my luck.
“Well?” Lillian asks impatiently.
“Hmm?” I respond, breaking out of my reverie and wracking my brain for what she just asked me or what she’s waiting on.
Somehow, I manage to hide my grin as she rolls her eyes at me, ruffles around in the bag, and brandishes the golden skeleton key.
“We’re number four. So room four,” she huffs as she turns the key for me to see and then pushes past me. Heels click against the floor, and her dress rises up a little with each step, drawing my gaze to the soft skin exposed.
My dick twitches in anticipation. I know exactly what it feels like to be buried in between those legs, and fuck if I’m not ready to get back there with her. Four years has done nothing to dim the desire I feel for her.
“Stop looking at my ass, Lincoln,” she huffs without even looking back at me.
I laugh, “Make me, Frasier.” She stops so suddenly I have to suck in my gut to stop from running into her. “What are yo–”
“Don’t call me that,” she says, whipping around and pointing a finger at me. Strands of blonde hair smack my chin at the speed she turns to me with. Cheeks tint red with her indignation, and I hold up my free hand in supplication, the other hand still holding the bag I was handed from the stage.
A couple passes us on my left and does their best not to stare at the couple arguing in a sex club hallway.
“Sorry, okay? I won’t.” Her eyes search mine before rolling and turning away. “Didn’t used to care…” I mutter under my breath, so low she shouldn’t be able to hear me. The tightening of her shoulders tells me she did, though.
When she gets to room four, she doesn’t wait on me. Simply inserts the key, turns it, and pushes the door open.
As I shut the door behind me, Lil makes a small, choked sound. The room, at a first glance, looks romantic, if not underwhelming. The lighting is low, there’s a huge bed in the center, a mini fridge to the right, and a large wooden cabinet directly across it.
The bathroom is immediately off from the door, so I peek my head in to find a glass shower and a jacuzzi tub that I’m already conjuring ways to convince Lillian to join me in later.
A click sounds from where Lillian has walked the rest of the way into the room. “Oh my God,” she whispers, pink tingeing her cheeks as she stares wide-eyed in the cabinet she opened.
My chest touches her back as I stand close enough behind her to see what she’s looking at. Not that it’s necessary, but I’ll take what I can get. She’s so focused on what’s in the cabinet that she doesn’t even push me away or berate me. Momentarily, she’s forgotten she still hates me.
I can see why.
Inside the Victorian-style cabinet is exactly what I imagined would litter the room. Instead, they’ve hidden them for a discreet look. Center stage in the cabinet is a cross with restraints at each of the four points to secure wrists and ankles. The doors of the cabinet have a sex swing on one side—looking around the room, I see some bolts where you’d hook it—various floggers, a spreader bar, a ball gag, vibrators, and plugs.
Slowly and with what seems like a large amount of trepidation, Lillian raises a hand and runs soft fingers over the floggers, feeling them out.
“They’re not going to bite, Fr–...Lil,” I correct myself, teasing her.
A breath is knocked out of me as she throws back an elbow into my gut.
“I know that,” she snarks as I laugh.
“Then why’d you look like you were about to jump out of your skin?” She juts out a hip, and I have to casually put my hands into my pant pockets to stop from reaching out and resting them there instead.
“Maybe because you were dry-humping my back while I was looking.” Accusation laces her words as she folds her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up and drawing my gaze.
The minx doesn’t even know how easily she affects me.
“Don’t,” she warns, pointing her finger at me.
“Don’t what?” My voice comes out thick with desire.
“Don’t look at me like that. We’re not doing anything. Not tonight, not ever,” her own voice cracks a little. It sounds like she’s convincing herself by saying it out loud.
I drop my shoulders, relax every part of me, and look at her as openly as I possibly can. With my hands held out, palms raised, I ask, “Can’t we just forget about the past for one night?”
She shakes her head before I can even finish. I walk up to her, toes stopping inches from hers. In her heels, her lips are inches from mine. With gentle hands, I grab onto her face, my fingers snaking into the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting it up to look at me.
“One night. Let’s have this one night. Without all the regrets. The complications and the mistakes. All the shit that tells us we shouldn’t. Let’s give ourselves one night and pretend like we’re happy again. For tonight, trust me like you used to,” I whisper. “It’s what this whole shit show is for, isn’t it?” I try to grin to lighten the mood, but tears are starting to build in her eyes as she stares back at me. Her face is blank besides the sadness in her eyes. Unreadable.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she nods, a tear falls down her cheek, and my mouth crashes against hers.
At the first taste of her, I groan, tighten my grip in her hair, and pull her mouth harder to mine. Small hands move up to grip my forearms as I walk her back until she hits the wall, my hands softening the impact so she doesn’t hit her head.
Her mouth opens to me as I flick my tongue against her lips, and I deepen the kiss even more. The soft moan she elicits has me grinding against her, the zipper pressed against my cock uncomfortable as fuck.
I pull back long enough to spin her so she’s facing the wall, and my mouth finds her neck as my hands work on the zipper of her dress. Not bothering to go slow, I rip the zipper down and yank the dress off.
She turns back around, eyes hooded in the sexiest fucking way and standing there in the sexiest fucking lingerie. A matching black and lacy set that makes me glad nobody else drew her name tonight. I think I’d have to kill someone.
Or at least pay someone else to.
Lillian steps forward, and with deft fingers, she starts to unbutton my slacks. Following her lead, I rip off my suit jacket, toss it aside, and work the buttons of my shirt next.
Just as I get my cufflinks off and start to remove my shirt, she drops to her knees, taking my boxers and pants down in the same go. My cock springs free, and she doesn’t waste any time grabbing hold of it.
The look in her eyes is one I’ve seen a hundred times before. Half hunger, half admiration. It always made me feel ten fucking feet tall.
Still does.
My cock twitches at the look alone. Brilliant blue eyes dart up to me with a smug grin before her tongue darts out and licks the drop of precum from my tip. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, and she chuckles.
“Lil–” I start to say but choke off of a grunt as she takes my length deep into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, which makes her gag slightly. But that just causes her to tighten around me as she swallows, and I shudder.
As she works my length up and down, tongue swirling around my tip with each pass, she grabs my hands and brings them up to the back of her head.
It’s as if no time has passed. The way I understand exactly what she wants, the way we fit together, how easy it is to slip back into us.
I use my hands to gather her long blonde hair into one fist, tilt her head with the other, and then give her exactly what we both crave.
I feel her loosen her body, relax her jaw, and open her throat as I start off with one hard thrust, testing the waters. Her hands come up to my bare thighs, ready to tap on them if it becomes too much. She doesn’t, so I thrust again and again, holding nothing back.
My cock slams against the back of her throat over and over as I fuck her face. I glance down to watch myself disappear in her mouth. Her eyes start to water—from pleasure this time. With my eyes on her, one hand leaves my thighs and snakes between her own.
“Fuck,” I grunt as she rubs her clit while I fuck her face. It’s easily the most erotic thing I’ve seen in a long fucking time. She elicits a long, low moan that travels through me. A telltale tingle starts up, and I pull out before I come down her throat. I’d rather come while I’m buried deep inside her.
There’s a pop sound as I pull out, and she glances back up at me on a gasp. There’s so much desire clouding her eyes, they look deep blue rather than their usual light, aquamarine color.
“Stand up,” I tell her, voice rough.
I give her my hand to help her up, and as soon as she stands, I bend, grip right under her ass, and haul her up to me. Her legs wrap around me automatically, and I go to walk her to the bed before pausing.
“What?” she whispers, her hands running through my hair. She leans in and starts to pepper kisses up my neck before nipping and sucking my ear. Which she knows gets me damn near fucking feral in seconds.
With one hand holding her up against me, I shuffle to the cabinet and grab a vibrator and butt plug before walking to the bed.
I toss her on it and watch hungrily as her tits bounce with the movement. Then I toss the goodies on the bed beside her and watch in amusement as her mouth opens and closes, speechless.
“What?” I grin, moving to grab each side of her lacy underwear and pull them down. “I don’t even have to look at your sheet to know you marked good to go on ass play.” The confidence in my voice is unwavering.
It was something we had just started to talk about exploring before everything went to shit. And we had already used her vibrators.
In a few quick movements, I lean forward and unsnap the clasp of her bra. Her nipples are puckered. I lean forward and take one into my mouth, unable to help myself before I get on with my plan.
As I pull back, my eyes snag on some silver at the headboard, and I get another idea. “Scoot up.” I jerk my chin toward the head of the bed and watch every movement as she does as I say.
“Stop,” I tell her. She does. My blood thrums at the control she’s handing me. The way she has thrown all her trepidations right out the window, just as I asked. Even if it’s just for tonight, I’m hers, and she’s mine. “Arms up and lay back.”
She frowns at me, confused, but does as I say. There are clips at each end with leather handcuffs attached. Instead of walking around the bed to attach each one, I crawl up her naked body, straddling her chest so my dick is near her mouth again but just out of reach, and lean over to strap her right wrist in first.
My core tightens as Lillian decides she doesn’t want to be teased and leans up to take me into her mouth again. I chuckle, peeling her left hand off the base of my shaft and strap that one in next. Still, she manages to take me into her mouth, so I thrust a few times, close my eyes, and take in the warm, wet sensation before pulling back out.
“Tease,” she grumbles, wiggling enough to pull on the restraints as she rubs her thighs together for some friction.
“I think I should take care of that for you, baby. Don’t you?” I move down and settle between her thighs, lick my lips at the wetness shining there, and glance up at her for confirmation. She nods eagerly, and it’s my turn to push her to the edge.
With my tongue, I push against her clit. Her hips buck. With one hand, I hold her down, and with the other, I grip her thigh as I lick her from her core to clit.
“Lincoln, please,” she begs, voice breathy.
“I know, baby,” I coo, and thrust one finger into her core. Then another and curled them up to drag along her G-spot. She’s so wet, her cum is dripping into the palm of my hand. “Tell me to stop,” I warn before taking my pinky and pressing against her ass. It clenches automatically at my touch, but then she relaxes. Since she doesn’t say no or shake her head, I press my pinky in.
My movements are slow so I don’t hurt her. When her thighs unclench from around my shoulders, I start pumping my pinky and two fingers in and out at the same time. Legs shake against my shoulders, and I know she’s reaching that peak. I keep the same rhythm, the same pace and pressure until I feel her core tighten and then flutter against my fingers as she shatters around them.
From my vantage point, I watch her breasts rise and fall as she comes down. Instead of pulling back and fucking her the way I desperately need to, I reach over and grab the butt plug. With her release, I lube it up.
“Do you want more?” I confirm and grin when she nods eagerly. I start with my pinky again, pump a few times, then add my ring finger to the mix. She grunts but stays loose and doesn’t tell me to stop. I add my middle finger in slowly and take note of her stomach tightening.
“No more,” she says after the third finger is all the way in, and I agree.
“Ready?” I ask, grabbing the lubed butt plug and holding it up for her to see.
A little moaning laugh is my response, and she nods. “Yeah.”
“That’s my girl,” I praise. Her body locks up at my words, and I curse to myself. But, true to our agreement, she ignores it and loosens up again. Though, I’m sure she’ll remind me tomorrow how much she is absolutely not my girl. “Let it in,” I tell her before pressing the plug into her ass a little at a time. More and more until it pops in.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmur and, just to be a dick, flick her clit before raising up to my knees.
“Erggh,” she moans out a curse, and the shackles rattle as she tugs on them. “Asshole.” She glares at me.
“What’re you going to do about it, sweetie? You seem a little…tied up.” I take my time admiring her naked body, slowly stroking my stiff cock. There’s a slight sheen to her body now, which somehow makes her even more fucking hot.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” Her eyes are narrowed on me, fists flexing like she wants to reach out, grab me, and pull me toward her.
“Tsk. I don’t think I’m done having my fun yet.” I grab the vibrator, and a loud buzzing fills the otherwise quiet room.
Without my even asking, Lillian spreads her legs wider, the shiny head of the black butt plug barely noticeable now. I place the vibrator on its highest setting and touch it gently to her swollen clit.
“Ahhh!” she shouts out, bucking her hips.
“Shhh. That’s it.” Her legs start up again, and I lower the setting.
“Lincoln!” she groans, legs no longer shaking.
“Patience,” I goad her. “So greedy.” A glare is her only response. But then, she rolls her eyes and settles back against the duvet and plush pillows.
I bring it back up to the highest setting and start over. Just as I see her legs start to shake, I lower the setting again. Three more times I do this before she’s a panting, begging mess. Little blonde pieces of hair stick to her sweaty face and her pupils are blown so wide her eyes look almost completely black.
I take mercy on her. Mostly because she’s done so well, but also because I’m painfully fucking hard, precum leaking out of me. My dick is practically purple with need.
This time, I start it on a low setting, and when her legs start to shake, I change it to the highest setting. She comes so hard, liquid squirts out of her onto the covers.
I nearly come at the sight of it.
I toss the vibrator aside, not even bothering to turn it off. I lunge for her, pull her knees to her chest, and thrust into her in one smooth motion.
“Oh God. Oh God, oh God,” she sobs, and her core flutters around my cock as she comes again.
My hips snap forward in an unrelenting rhythm. Her body is practically folded in half, and I’m leaning completely over her.
From the corner of my eyes, I see her hands are starting to turn a light blue. Pulling out, my dick slaps my stomach as I lean over and uncuff both her hands. She rubs her wrists, getting blood flow going again, but I’m not done with her.
My hands grip her hips, and I toss her onto her stomach, lift her hips until her ass is up in the air, forehead touching the pillows, and thrust back into her.
Her pussy is still so tight, even after a handful of orgasms. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Too good.”
I smack the fleshy globe of her ass, and we moan in unison as she tightens around me at the contact.
With the butt plug right there, I start to thrust hard and fast, pushing on it. The double sensations must be an overload to her already stimulated body.
This time when she comes, I follow her. I thrust one more time, hips stuttering as I bury myself deep inside of her, filling her with my cum.
We collapse on the bed together with me still inside her. Both of us are so exhausted, she doesn’t protest as I pull her tightly into my body, kiss her sticky forehead, and hold onto her.
Scared to let her go.
Her breathing evens out less than a minute later, cute little snores ringing out, and I follow her into sleep shortly after.