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Nicki
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“MORNING SUNSHINE,” Diesel sits on the edge of the bed. I groan, rolling over to face him, asking, “why are you so chipper?”
“It’s a new day, and I didn’t drink as much as you.” The aroma of coffee flows in my direction. As I wrestle with the sheet to cover the sun from shining on me, I suddenly recall the fountain... me jumping into the water and Diesel coming after me. Literally, he took me to a new height against the cement wall. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard. The atmosphere and excitement of Vegas and alcohol were probably the best hours of my life. I move the sheet to peek out from underneath the pillow, and I have to reassure myself.
“Did we jump into the fountain?” I giggle. He smiles from ear to ear and leans closer, “best fuck I ever had. The thrill of breaking the law, you in my arms and me deep inside you.” Feeling a little giddy and proud of myself, I take hold of the pillow and throw it at him.
“I told you this trip was going to be the best.” I push myself up and lean my back against the headboard. He hands me a cup of coffee. I inhale deeply, appreciating the aroma, and sip, “this is so good, thank you.” He nods and excuses himself. I enjoy the view of his perfect little ass as he walks over and takes a seat on the couch. He reaches out and picks up a brochure to glance through.
“What’s the plan for today? We go home tomorrow,” I place the cup down and grab my cell phone, noticing I missed a few calls and a text message from my sisters.
I pull up the text, and I start to laugh. “Oh my god, why did you let me send these pictures to them. Fuck, how drunk was I?” I toss the phone to the side of the bed and cover my face, embarrassed. Knowing my sisters will never let me live it down.
“You were definitely not feeling any pain, but you knew what you were doing.” He takes another flier off the table, “Oh no, I was good. But once I climbed out of the water, I think I crashed. It kind of all hit me at once, yah know.” He nods, agreeing, “Yeah, I know. But as always, I was there to take care of you. I always will be.”
He tosses the brochure and papers onto the coffee table and says, “I think we will take a dip in the pool, gamble, and then drink until the sun comes up? Since it’s our last night.”
I climb from the bed, “If that’s the case, I’m going to need a big breakfast.” I fumble my way into the bathroom and do my morning routine of washing, brushing, and making sure I’m presentable.
By the time I exit, Diesel is dressed and ready to go. With towels in hand, we make our way down the hall, into the elevator, and down to the lounge chairs to the right of the pool. Diesel jumps in while I seek more rest on a lounger and shade myself behind my sunglasses.
“Miss, excuse me, Miss?” I’m startled from sleep, and I pull my sunglasses off to find the waitress standing beside me. “Can I help you?” I ask, wondering why she would disturb me. “Yes, ma’am. The gentleman asked that you join him in the secluded cabana.” She points to the white curtain covered circle lounge across the pool.
“Okay, thanks.” I push up from the chair and slide my wedges on. With a stretched-out arm, I grab the towel I was lying on and walk around the edge of the pool. Once I reach the cabana entrance, I pull the curtain back to find Diesel lying back with a tray of food on his lap. My stomach growls with anticipation.
He quickly covers the tray and pats the bed for me to climb onto. I toss the towel to the side, slide my shoes off, kneel, and catwalk my way up. The only thing on my mind is seeing what’s under the shiny silver dome.
“What do you have here?” I reach for the lid, and he slaps my hand away. “Get comfortable first,” I do as he suggests, placing a pillow behind my back. With both hands folded in my lap, I turn in his direction, bat my eyes and tease him, “Is this better, sir?”
His eyes smolder, “Nicki, don’t toy with me.” He pushes off to stand, puts the tray on the side table, and closes the curtain for privacy. I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach. How he does this to me, I have no clue. Sure, I get excited with others because it’s something different, but Diesel gets me. He knows how to make me hit the big O and then prolong it until I’m a complete ball of mush afterward. Now, this dominance thing he has been hinting at has surely stirred something inside me I didn’t even know existed.
He turns and squares his shoulders, “you want to play Nicolette?” Thoughts of what he wants to do to me have my tongue darting out and licking my dry lips. “Should I be scared?” I cock my eyebrow, challenging him.
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Diesel
“Nicki, what’s the safe word?” She swallows hard, and she’s barely audible when she says, “Fubar.” I nod, “good girl.” I make my way around the cabana and sit alongside her. I grab my tank top, “do you trust me?” Her eyes darted from the cotton material in my hands back to my eyes, and again, “yes.”
I know she is all about having control, so for her to give it to me is the best present a person could ask for. It means she trusts me to take care of her, and that is something I plan to do for a long time.
I stretch her arms above her head, “Keep them steady,” her chest falls and rises faster and faster as I tie her wrists together. Then I move to the bottom edge and pull her down by her ankles. I see her thigh muscles tighten, “are you nervous?” The thought has my insides doing backflips.
“I trust you,” she claims, looking back with half-hooded eyes. I can’t remember the last time we had sex when it didn’t involve alcohol. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always good, but I want her whole and pure. My hard-on pulsing against my board shorts, she is my afternoon feast, and I’m starving.
I spread her legs with a little force, “they stay where I put them, got it. If you squirm, you’ll be punished for not listening.” She lifts her head slightly, “You want to spank me?”
I giggle, “There are other punishments other than spankings, and I think you enjoy the little slaps on the ass.” She eagerly nods, “I do,” comes out with a guilty giggle. She is primed and ready, nipples hard, breathing erratically as her chest falls and rises faster and faster.
“Nicolette?” She lets out a sigh, “Diesel, please.” Ah, so she has lowered herself to begging.
Without a word or sound, I wait another moment. She rolls her eyes and then closes them. I place my hand on the inside of her ankle, lift her left leg, and place it on my shoulder. Slowly, I lick and nibble my way to the back of her knee and drag my teeth against the curve. Her hips lift slightly, inviting me in.
“Down.” She listens and lowers immediately. “Good girl, because you are such a good listener, I shall reward you.” I reach down with my other hand and slide my fingers against her swimsuit, feeling the dampness between her legs.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” her moans of agreement have me smiling. I see her struggle with not having control. I lean back, place her leg down and repeat the process with the other, and I work my way up. With her legs draped over my shoulders, I yank her bottoms down and kiss her sweet tasting pussy. Her back arches, and her moans become louder and louder. Sliding one finger in, I nip, lick and dip again and again, my cock straining to the point it hurts.
“Diesel, oh god.” She moans out, once, twice. Her thighs tighten and pull my head forward, deeper. I tilt, looking up at her, “don’t you come.” She props herself on her elbows. Her head snaps up, “I...I...” I pull away and stop all movement, “control, Nicolette. DO. NOT. COME.” She falls back, heaving, covering her face with her hands. I pull her swimsuit bottoms up and rise from the bed. With a few quick steps, I untie her wrists.
“You can’t leave me like this,” she groans. I explain, “I told you there were other forms of punishment,” with a sly smile. Her eyes go wide with disbelief, or is it anger? I love it when she is feisty, but I know if I don’t have her soon, I will regret it.
“Get up, take your towel, get to the room and get naked. Now.” I swear to God, I have never seen her move so fast, and in a blink of an eye, she is out beyond the curtain and heading toward the lobby.
I motioned for the waitress to come over, “Can I take this to our room?” I pointed to the food and water bottles, “Of course, sir, will you need help?” I throw a couple of dollars on the small table as a tip and answer, “No, thank you.” Lifting the tray, I walk out, leaving the messy cabana lounge with only Nicki on my mind. It’s going to be quick, hard, and unforgettable.
