Chapter Thirty-One
Max
The flight to Vegas was short, and I spent it following up on emails I’ve ignored for too long. With Sutton becoming my submissive, I’ve been able to sate my desire for her enough that my focus has started to return, but she’s so far under my skin now that I don’t think I’ll ever truly recover.
But I’m not willing to lose my company or allow my best friend to invoke some sort of bullshit clause that gives him and the board my share of the power, so, even if that was something he believed was in the best interest of Apex Athletics, I refuse to let things get to that point.
Which means getting my shit together enough to get back in the game.
With Sutton now joining me each night at the club, I’m able to devote more of my waking hours to agenting, rather than fantasizing about what it might be like if she was mine.
Because, at least to some degree, she is.
Delusional as that may be, I’m willing to accept the scraps I am given.
Once I’m settled in my room at the Cosmo, I stretch out atop the bed and switch phones. Time to check in with my girl.
DOMINUS: Where are you?
BB: In my hotel room.
At the Luxor, just a few minutes away from me.
I smile at the idea of her staying so close by.
I doubt she knows I’m in Vegas at the same time as she is, though she’ll find out soon enough.
I long ago made it a point to know about the comings and goings of Sutton Hart, but even more so now that she’s mine to keep track of.
Well, Dominus’ to keep track of.
I’d be wise to remember that.
DOMINUS: Have you eaten lunch?
BB: Yes, Sir. Have you?
I smirk because I can hear her tone through the text. Such a sassy little thing.
DOMINUS: Have you touched yourself today?
BB: No
BB: No, SIR
DOMINUS: How much time do you have before your event?
The Raiders’ Fall Festival begins in three hours. I know how much time she has.
BB: Plenty, Sir
I grin as I consider the next instruction. It’s a shame I won’t get to see her until later, won’t get to watch her bring herself to the edge, then tumble right over it, but when I bump into her tonight, I’ll know.
It will be evident in the way she’ll glow, the relaxed set of her shoulders.
Perhaps her cheeks will still be rosy from the lingering effects of the orgasm.
DOMINUS: Does your room have a bathtub?
BB: Yes.
DOMINUS: Run yourself a bath. When it’s full,
I want you to get into it. Text me when
you’ve done what I’ve asked.
BB: Yes, Dominus
Unbuttoning my slacks, I lift my hips and tug my boxers and pants down far enough to release my cock. It flops onto my stomach, heavy and half-erect, so I wrap my palm around myself and stroke slowly as I wait for my girl to return to me.
I close my eyes, imagining her in the bath, the way the water would dance around the curves of her breasts, the way tiny bubbles of air might get trapped against the skin of her stomach.
Is the bathtub large enough that she can stretch out her legs, or are they bent and hanging open.
I moan as I tighten my fist, stroking myself with harder tugs, then pressing all the way down to the base before twisting my hand to come back up the shaft.
Spitting into my palm, I continue, then pick up my cell with my other hand and type out another text.
DOMINUS: Describe what you look like in that warm water.
The three dots pop up as she types, then they disappear and I clench my teeth, desperate for the tease of what she’s about to describe.
BB: The water comes up to my nipples. They’re hard.
“Fuck,” I grunt, fisting myself faster.
DOMINUS: Touch them how you want me to.
Pretend it’s my hand on your perfect breasts.
BB: I’m touching them.
DOMINUS: Pinch those nipples for me. I want
them nice and hard, aching for my mouth.
BB: Dominus?
I pause; my cock twitches in my motionless palm.
DOMINUS: Yes?
BB: Are you… touching yourself too?
DOMINUS: Fuck yes, I am. Do you want to see?
My eyes widen as I realize what I’ve just offered her. “Christ, you fucking idiot.”
I scan the room, but I don’t have my mask. I didn’t think to pack it because Dominus can’t just happen to be at the Las Vegas Rabbit Hole location at the same time Sutton is in Las Vegas for an event. Had I planned better, I could have arranged something like that with her, but now I’m stuck.
Up a fucking creek without a paddle.
I curse under my breath when the next text comes through.
BB: Yes, Dominus. Can we FaceTime?
I drop my head back and bark out a bitter laugh. Serves me fucking right for pushing things with this woman. I stroke myself as I consider my options. If I prop the phone up correctly, I should be able to get the right angle without exposing my face or any distinguishing marks.
I laugh again because this whole situation is painfully comical. My cock is a hard rod, throbbing for attention. If I had just been honest with her by now, we could be doing this in person. Sleeping in the same bed, ordering room service while we fuck until it’s time to go to the festival.
My chest tightens as I realize what a stupid fucking fantasy that is. If she finds out the truth, she’ll never speak to me again.
Growling, I get up and close all the curtains in the suite, then quickly make sure I’m positioned away from any mirrors or reflective surfaces, and play with the various phone positions until I find something that will work.
Taking a deep breath, I send one more text.
DOMINUS: Are you going to come for me?
BB: Yes, Sir. I’m close.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I tilt my head back and send up a prayer to anyone listening that I don’t screw this up any more than I already have.
This would quite possibly be the worst way for my secret to come out.
With my heart trying to break free from the cage of my ribs, I set up the phone on a small table beside the couch, then position myself in front of it, careful to give her a window that covers the lower half of my torso to the mid-thigh range, and a clear view of my cock as I stroke it firmly.
And then I make the call.
She answers quickly, and I suck in a breath at the sight of her.
Cheeks flushed—from either the heat of this moment or the warmth of the bath water—that flush crawls all the way down to her breasts where they bob at the waterline.
She teases her nipples into stiff peaks as she watches me fist my cock, eyelids heavy and pupils blown out with desire.
She bites down on that bottom lip and I lose sight of her hand as it dips beneath the water.
I open my mouth to tell her to show me what she’s doing with her sweet cunt, then slam it shut when I realize I’m not wearing my mask. I’m not Dominus; I’m the man she pushes away every chance she gets, whose obsession with her has moved right into inappropriate.
I grunt in frustration. This was so fucking stupid. I can’t even talk to her, coax her through this scene. I can’t guide her or tell her what I want to see.
What the fuck am I doing?
“Dominus,” she whines, “I’m so close.”
I grimace, tightening my grip on my cock as I stroke myself for her, too damn preoccupied to realize that she’s moved the phone until she moans again and my eyes fly to the screen.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, then wince at the sound of my voice.
But the sounds she’s making are incredible, and I hope they’re enough to cover up any sounds I may have made.
She’s propped up on the edge of the tub, one leg balancing on the edge while the other remains steady on the floor of the tub.
She strokes her pussy, wet and red from the bath, pulling apart her lips to open wide for two fingers.
My mouth waters at the sight of my girl fingering herself.
My throat is thick, desire strangling me as my legs start to tense and my cock jerks in my hand.
My hips rock forward and I squeeze, pumping faster until all I can hear is the sound of my fist slapping against my skin and Sutton’s cries of pleasure as we both come together.
I’m careful to catch my cum in my hand, barely watching the screen.
“Thank you,” she whispers, then ends the call.
“Christ,” I hang my head, body taut from both the powerful orgasm and the adrenaline coursing through my veins. That was a close call.
But so fucking worth it.