King of Diamonds (Vegas Underground 1)

“Stand up and take off your panties for your spanking, baby.” His voice is gravelly and rough. All the tightness is gone.

He helps me up and I shimmy out of my panties and lie back over his lap. This is sex, now. Nico’s anger is gone and the current of lust runs between us, as strong as always. He slides one large palm up the back of my leg, dragging the hem of Corey’s red dress with it. I’m wearing black thigh-high stockings with a seam up the back and bows at the top and Nico growls when he gets the full view of them.

Some of the anger returns to his voice, though. “Who did you wear these for?” He smacks my ass, hard.

“For you!” I yelp immediately.

He massages away the sting. “They better be for me.” Another smack and massage. “My jealousy is a dangerous thing, baby. Don’t ever play that game with me again.” He tightens his grip around my waist and starts spanking. It’s a real spanking—hard and fast. Unrelenting. My breath leaves me and rushes back in. I jerk and squirm because it’s suddenly not so sexy. It hurts. A flash of real fear runs through me. How far will he take this?

“I’m sorry!” I cry out.

He stops immediately and rubs. “Show me, baby.” His voice is low and rough again. He releases my waist.

I understand what he means and slide off his lap to the floor in front of him. He grabs the cushion from the seat beside him and nudges me up to cushion my knees. I’m eager to please. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about giving a blowjob in my life. I unbuckle his belt and open his trousers to release his thick erection.

He watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I lick around the head. My butt still stings from the spanking, which makes this servile all the hotter. I’m paying penance with my tongue, with my lips, my mouth. I take him deep and his thighs tense, knees shooting wider. I cup his balls and massage behind them, looking for the sensitive area between the balls and the anus.

I switch my hand, jacking him in a tight fist and moving my mouth lower to teabag him.

“Oh fuck!” Nico’s hand tangles in my hair, knocking down my French twist. “Madonna. Cristo. Dio. What are you doing to me?”

I love the heady power that surges through me, knowing how much pleasure I’m giving him. I suck the other ball, lick the seam of his scrotum.

When I return to engulf his cock in my mouth, he surges forward in the chair, shoving it down my throat as he holds the back of my head captive. I choke, but don’t stop sucking. I move up and down over his cock, taking him into the pocket of my cheek, then to the back of my throat. I’ve never been good at deepthroating, but for Nico I want to try. I slow down and relax my muscles.

He tightens his fist in my hair and groans. The string of Italian curses fuels my desire. I pick up my speed, bobbing over his cock, using my fist, too, so it feels like I’m taking his full length.

“Sondra. Fuck! Sondra.” He comes down my throat.

I swallow. It’s my first time not gagging, and I’m pretty damn proud of myself. It doesn’t hurt that Nico’s roar still echoes off the building. I continue to roll my tongue along the underside of his cock, sucking him dry. My clit pulses in time with my heartbeat. My ass is still hot and twitchy.

I need sex, desperately.

Nico

Sondra’s surrender leaves me utterly transformed. Maybe it’s this quality in her all along that entranced me. The way she yields, makes herself vulnerable. To me— Nico Tacone—the guy most everyone cowers from.

Even when I bark, she stays soft.

She fucking stood up and took off her panties for my punishment. After I inexcusably lost my temper and smacked her ass in anger.

I’m humbled by her. Humbled and grotesquely empowered at the same time. Because I’m not about to give up the control she handed over to me. I’m taking this all the way.

“Come here, bambi.” I lift her off her knees and sit her on my lap, facing away. “Open for me.” I pull her thighs open and drape them over mine, so she’s spread wide.

She leans back against me, her head falling onto my shoulder. Her breath rises and falls quickly and her skin is warm and soft. I slide my hands up her inner thighs, dragging the red dress with them. I palm her pussy.

She lets out a breathy sigh.

“I’ll bet this pussy needs some attention,” I murmur in her ear, giving her clit a light slap.

She shivers. “Yes, please.”

Have I mentioned how much I fucking love it when she says please?