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of
emotions passed over me. I felt humiliated, and part of me wanted to disobey
him yet every inch of my body screamed for more. 
    In a low voice he growled, “Very
nice, Lauren. Now turn around.” He sat before me smugly, comfortably even leaning
back on the chair with his legs slightly spread. “If this is the way you want
to me to treat you, I’ll be happy to, but be careful what you wish for. You may
get much more than you can handle.”
    As I turned around, liquid heat
pooled in my center at the sight of him. His eyes were slightly hooded with
lust, his hard ripped body relaxed, and those pajama pants revealed both the
cut v of his abs and the broad tip of his erection. I tried to control my
ragged breathing as my mind was flooded with fear, anxiety competing with uncontrollable
arousal. His eyes traveled across my breasts, devouring my curves while the
electricity in the room vibrated through me. My skin was alive and tingling
with goose bumps, tightening everywhere pushing my fully extended nipples
straight up toward him like an offering. My heartbeat pulsed between my legs,
the sensation intensifying as his eyes traveled down and stopped there for what
seemed like an eternity. I was ready for him, waiting for his next command.
Anger gave over to lust, and I was ready to make this man very happy indeed
taking all that I needed in return. Spreading my legs slightly, I placed my
hands on my hips. As his hungry eyes traveled upward, he gripped his length and
began stroking slowly. A wicked smile spread across my lips. What happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas…right you son-of-a-bitch?
    Right or wrong didn’t matter
anymore. Both were inconsequential compared to what I had at stake. So when he
motioned for me to come to him I obeyed without hesitation. He stood up
flinging me over his shoulder, pinning my thighs to his chest with his forearm
and carried me down a short hall. His fingers wrapped firmly around my thigh, dangerously
close to my wetness. As soon as we entered the room, he stood me in front of
him, as though I were on display, and I knew why. Mr. World Class Poker was
also a voyeur.
    The bathroom came straight from
the pages of Penthouse. Candlelight danced across the ceiling and the mirrored walls
met with rich black granite midway. I watched his reflection as he pulled off
his pants, freeing his thickly veined shaft before leading me into a spacious
shower encased in clear glass. He turned on the water and leaned back on the
tiled bench, pulling me down in front of him and placing my hands on either
side of his thighs. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I wanted him to ask for
it.
    I lifted my head and arched my
back feeling the water glide over my skin as I looked him straight in the eyes
waiting for his command. My pulse quickened when he grabbed my chin roughly without
saying a word. He relaxed and moved his hand to the back of my neck before
winding it in my hair and forcing my head down. The head of his cock glistened
in the candlelight and I lapped up the sticky drops of desire, flicking over
them, spreading them lightly around the whole girth of him. As he watched my
reflection, I made sure the view was worth every penny.
    I slowly licked the tip, curling
my tongue under the ridge and running it down his entire length as my breasts
bobbed with each deliberate movement. He groaned in appreciation and wrapped
his hand in my hair as I took him in little by little until he reached the back
of my throat. He pumped into me with quick deep movements. His body stiffened
as he let out that primal noise a man makes the moment his mind disconnects
from his body, and I pulled my mouth from him and finished him with my hand as
I watched him unravel. He rested his head against the shower wall and closed
his eyes. Short ragged breaths escaped him as the thick white ribbons shot from
his throbbing member and splattered against the granite all around me.
    A wicked smile spread over his
face. This was my punishment!