Collared (Vegas Nights Book 1) (12 page)

He was pumping hard, thrusting his finger out all the way to the tip, before pushing it back in again, enjoying watching her squirm under his ministrations. Her pussy was dripping with arousal now, and he cupped her dripping mound with his other hand, enjoying her cries as she nearly wept with sexual frustration.

“Are you horny, little sub?” he asked, knowing the answer full well. Removing his hand, he licked her juices off his finger and moaned. “When you’re naughty like this, we both suffer. Your sex is mine to claim, your bottom is mine to claim, and your pain and pleasure both belong to me. Remember that,” he told her, thrusting once more, before withdrawing his finger completely, and smacking her on the bottom. “Stand Up!”

She obeyed, standing on shaking legs, swaying as the blood that had rushed into her face, settled back where it was supposed to be. Unsatiated, she eyed his bulging cock, tenting through the fabric of his ever present cargo pants. “Please, sir, may I service you?”

He should say no. This was her mother’s special place, on her parents’ property. It should be off limits. Not to mention that the fluffy pink atmosphere wasn’t exactly conducive to arousal. Or so he had thought. It didn’t actually seem to be having the adverse reaction he had expected. The chemistry between himself and Diamond was just that strong. His cock was rock hard, throbbing with need.  A little role-affirming ass play had never had this effect on him before.  His hands rested on his belt, his eyes never left hers as he slowly undid the buckle. His belt was just another thing on their list of experiences to have. She licked her lips salaciously, and he knew they were thinking along the same lines, but that would have to wait. 

“On your knees, sub.” She sank to her knees before him, and he dropped his pants, pushing his black boxer briefs down to his knees. His cock sprang free, and she grabbed it greedily, quickly taking it deep into her mouth.

Arching his back, he thrust into her, groaning as she worked him over with her tongue, stroking his balls reverently, as her tongue ran up and down the length of his cock. It had been far too long since he had been pleasured in this way, and he had to force himself not to come on the spot, as Diamond seemed to be a master at working a man into a frenzied oblivion using only her tongue and the heat of her mouth. She deep throated him, until the head of his cock touched the opening of her throat, and he was amazed that she didn’t gag at all. His balls were cupped in the palm of her hand and she seemed to know exactly when to squeeze and exactly when to stroke. 

He moaned from a place deep within him, with a hunger that he didn’t even recognize. It sounded more like it had come from a wild animal, but he knew that it was his own voice. The cool air from the ceiling vent caressed him as she slowly released him, until only the head of his penis remained in her mouth, and her soft hand wrapped around the length like a vise, squeezing tightly, as she massaged his shaft with her tongue.  Slight flicks of her tongue against the tip had him moaning in ecstasy, until he could no longer hold back his release.  She smiled as he came in her mouth, and he knew he had found a treasure.

“Hot damn, you are good at that,” he whispered thickly, as she lapped up the last drops of his semen coaxing every last drop before she released him.  When she finally did, he almost wept.

Diamond rocked back on her heels, and grinned up at him. “It was my pleasure, sir. Would you be willing to return the favor?” she asked hopefully.

Pax glowered at her for a moment, just to torture her a bit before he really considered it.

“Return the favor? What makes you think you deserve any favors?”

Every word he spoke was bringing her closer and closer to the brink. He could probably make her come on the spot, as horny as she had to be by now. His question had been a rhetorical one, but she answered it anyway.

“Well,” she hedged, biting her lip thoughtfully. “I wasn’t that naughty, and I’ve been thoroughly punished, and you said I did a good job servicing you.”

“That’s all true,” he confirmed, rubbing his chin as he pretended to think about it. He was just about to put her out of her misery, when there was a loud and adamant pounding on the front door to the guest house.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, pulling up his pants quickly. “Sorry, babe. I think we’ve been ignoring the outside world for too long already.”

She hurried to right herself, and they answered the door together.

Her sister Ruby was holding back laughter as they answered. “It’s about damn time, you guys. I’ve been knocking for ten minutes. I thought you were taking a nap, or something, but I can see now, that wasn’t the case.”

Diamond just glared at her sister. Pax, having been relieved of his own frustrations was much calmer. “I’m sorry, we didn’t hear you, Ruby. Is everything okay?”

“It’s time to get ready. Dad wants to go out to dinner before the graduation. Also, one of you, probably you, Pax, should sneak out the back door of the cabin. There’s a paparazzo in that tree up there,” she added, jerking her thumb back, indicating a large oak tree on the property line, behind the fence.

“In the tree?” Pax questioned in disbelief, taking in the unfazed but knowing looks on the sisters’ faces.

Diamond placed her hand on his chest, attempting to reassure him, but her words were the opposite of reassuring. “Dude, it’s okay. There’s always someone in the tree. They stay on the other side of the fence line. They are harmless, because they have to be. If he so much inches a toenail onto the other side of the fence line, tree or no, Daddy will call the cops on him in a heartbeat.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to point out all the times in recent history that paparazzi had been proven to not be harmless, but he took one look at Diamond’s face and clamped his mouth shut.  He was sure this day was hard enough on all of them.

“Okay, fine. Diamond, you go back to the house now with Ruby, because I’ll feel better knowing that you are not alone, and I’ll leave out the back after I shower and get dressed. I’ll meet you up at the main house in thirty minutes.”

She rolled her eyes, obviously feeling safe with her sister present. Too bad for her Ruby had already turned and was walking towards the main house.

He caught Diamond’s chin with the crook of his finger. “What was that, sub?” he asked pointedly.

She instantly colored, her gaze dropping to the pavement below her feet. “I’m sorry. Yes, sir.”

“Listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once. You don’t get to disrespect me just because we happen to be around people who don’t share or know about our kink. I may not be able to correct you publicly, but that just means it will be that much worse for you when I correct you privately, understand?”

Her eyes bulged in their sockets at this, and she squirmed in her spot. “Yes, sir,” she whispered thickly.

“Good girl.” He patted her bottom, and pointed to where her sister had paused, and turned, waiting for her to catch up. “Go, I’ll see you in a bit.” He leaned in and pressed a short kiss to her cheek, right before she turned and ran.

Neither of them heard the click of the camera in the distance.

As Diamond was expecting, over dinner, Pax brought up the guy in the tree, but her dad was unaffected.

“That’s Fitch. He’s been our personal paparazzo so long, he’s almost like a family pet. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he won’t ever come out of that tree or cross the fence line. Be careful about what you do outside, and he’s got nothing on you.”

“So, it doesn’t bother you that there’s a guy with a camera basically camped out in your tree day and night?”

“Nah.” Her dad waved his hand dismissively. “Fitch has a bunch of student loans, and a sick mother. He’s slightly autistic, but high functioning, and he just needs the money to pay bills. In reality, Fitch is probably the worst paparazzo in existence. He never leaves the tree, so he’s never seen anything earth-shattering enough to scoop a big headline. If he can honestly make a decent living snapping pictures that document which famous so and so comes to visit or one of my daughters leaving the house without make-up, or me getting a new car, more power to him.  Truthfully, I almost feel sorry for the guy. If there was a big story to break, I’d rather it goes to him than some random sleazoid with zero regard for people’s private lives or feelings.”

Pax grunted, uneasy over the idea of trusting a wack-a-doo in a tree, regardless of how harmless he seemed. “Besides Fitch, I was surprised I haven’t seen any others. I was expecting a whole gaggle of them, to be perfectly honest, especially after the story that broke last week. Is it usually this quiet?”

“Basically. I’m not famous, and neither are any of my girls. Our only claim to fame is a woman who has been gone for four years. As crass as it seems, we’re old news, for the most part. Oh, last week was pretty bad, and it might get bad again if word gets around that Di is in town. She’s bound to be a hot story after last week, but the truth is, we’re kind of boring. I make jewelry for a living, and my girls have grown into more or less, good normal girls. They aren’t like those crazy reality show heiresses, spending money like it’s water, clubbing every night and flashing their bits as they get out of the limousine because they are too damn drunk to care, or to wear panties for that matter,” her father ranted, rolling his eyes. “They’re just normal twenty-somethings, going to college, going on dates, living their lives. Nothing much to see here.”

“It’s true, you have raised some lovely and well-adjusted women, sir, and that’s no small feat in this day and age. My hat is off to you.” Pax meant every word he said, but now he was wondering if it would be as easy for Diamond to hide in plain sight in Rojo as it had been in Aubergine, and if hiding was even possible now that her family was back in the public eye for the time being.  Before he had time to examine the issue, Martin raised his glass in a toast.

“To my darling youngest daughter Emmy. I’m so proud of you, baby girl, and I can’t wait to see where life’s journey takes you next. Just know that wherever that may be, I’ll always have your back.”

Cries of congratulations and the clinking of glasses drowned out Pax’s earlier train of thought, as he reveled in the beautiful family before him. In the back recesses of his brain, Martin’s speech was haunting him. If their life was really that laid back and uneventful, did Diamond really need to hide?

* * *

“Barrett bitches forever!” Ruby cried, dropping onto her belly on the Queen Size bed in Emmy’s suite.

“Barrett bitches, really?” Diamond rolled her eyes, as she uncorked a bottle of cheap screw top blackberry wine that had been the sisters’ favorite since they were too young to drink. “Don’t you think we’ve outgrown that nickname a little bit? Also, have you already been drinking?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ruby mimicked with a salute. “I have to. I’m determined to enjoy this night and relive the glory days of the Barrett sisters for one beautiful weekend before I have to go back to my boring real life.”

“Ruby, you’re barely twenty-three,” Emmy giggled. “If your life is already that boring that drinking cheap wine in my bedroom in your childhood home is that exciting to you, you’re doing it wrong.”

“Amen to that.”

“Ha!” Ruby scoffed at them, grabbing the open bottle of wine from Di’s hands and chugging straight from the bottle. “Give it a few years, Em, you’ll see just how glamorous real life actually is. We can’t all be like Diamond here, living the high life of a Vegas show girl, and scoring some hot as fuck, nightclub owning mystery man.”

Diamond sighed, not bothering to point out that her life in Vegas wasn’t nearly as glamorous as Ruby seemed to think.  She wasn’t going to be guilted into feeling bad for her happiness just because her sister was unhappy. And why on earth was Ruby so unhappy anyway? “Hey, Roo,” she started carefully, using her sister’s childhood nickname, “What’s going on? What about Trevor?” Trevor was Ruby’s high school sweetheart. They had been together for most of high school, and all through college, finally getting engaged last Christmas. By Diamond’s calculations, Ruby should be waist deep in wedding plans by now, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“What about him?” Ruby questioned belligerently taking another swig from the open bottle. “Trevor,” she declared, stabbing her finger into the air, “is a big ol’ stick in the mud. He’s no fun, ever. He never wants to do anything, or go anywhere, and,” she added with a dramatic sigh, “he won’t give me what I want!”

“I see.” Diamond wasn’t sure how to respond to that, and having a free pass on Pax’s alcohol rule tonight, as long as she stayed in, and stuck to wine, she was more concerned about prying the bottle out of Ruby’s grasp at the moment.

Sensing her predicament, Em nudged her, gave a slight shake of her head, and pointed at the door. “Hey, Di,” her sister said, speaking loudly and pointedly. “I’m starving. Let’s go down to the kitchen and grab another bottle of wine and some snacks.”

As soon as the door closed behind them, Em sighed loudly, venting as they made their way down to the kitchen. “I hate drinking with her. She’s no fun. She gets all bossy and belligerent, and when you ask what’s going on with her, she basically rambles a bunch of nonsense and speaks in a code that only she seems to understand. Why do you have to live so far away?”

“It’s only five hours,” Diamond apologized. “Now that you’re out of school, you’re welcome to come down for a weekend any time. Pax wouldn’t mind.”

Emmy smiled. “Hey! Maybe I’ll just move to Vegas and get a job as a showgirl too! I hear there’s an opening at this club called Aubergine,” she joked, wincing when Diamond reached over and popped her on the ass.

Emmy had been popping popcorn, and she turned and looked at her sister with a bemused expression. “Did you just spank me? Really?”

Diamond blushed at her sister’s shocked expression. It was something she never would have done before, and now, it had been an automatic reaction. She decided the best thing to do was to just own it.

“Um, yes, Miss Magna Cum Laude, I did. You just graduated from a four-year college with a near perfect GPA.  You have several job offers already on the table from my understanding. You are not giving all that up to come party in Vegas and work as a showgirl.”

“You did,” her sister pointed out with a glare, upending the bag of popcorn into an oversized bowl, and starting the timer on a new bag.

“That was different and you know it.” Diamond’s mother had passed away days before her college graduation. When the dust had settled, and the funeral was over, Diamond had been done. She hadn’t even bothered attending her own graduation ceremony. She had just packed a suitcase and drove away. She hadn’t even had a destination in mind and Vegas had seemed like a good place to dull the pain. She had walked into Aubergine, taken in a show while taking several shots, and at the end of the night only one thing had registered. All the showgirls had been named after gemstones, and nobody had recognized her. She could hide there. She could be safe there. She could be normal there. And for four years, that’s exactly what she had done.

The atmosphere in the kitchen seemed suddenly heavier, and Emmy came to put her arm around her, leaning in close. “I know, Di, I’m sorry. I was just having a little fun. I’m really glad you came,” she added, grabbing two bottles of wine from the fridge. “I’m also really glad you brought Pax. He seems good for you. You seem different this time, but in a really good way. I don’t know how to explain it exactly. More chill, I guess. Less tortured.”

Di was pleased her family noticed the change, and even more so, that they attributed it to Pax, but at the same time, she was afraid to say too much to her sisters. Generally, how this went is that she would give a little blip of information, and they would prod and pry until they knew the entire story up, down, and sideways. They were sisters; it was what they did. Speaking of which, that’s what they ought to be doing to Ruby right now. She was certainly not more chill and less tortured. She was wound up tighter than Diamond had ever seen her. Besides which, putting the sisterly attention on Ruby would take it off of her.

“Does Dad still have a secret candy stash? I could really go for some M&Ms.” Diamond wasn’t sure the candy covered chocolates fit in under Pax’s healthy eating limits, but she figured there had to be grace for cheat days somewhere, and if there wasn’t, she would have to deal.

Grinning, Emmy dragged a barstool over to the pantry, and stood on it, grabbing an old popcorn tin off the top shelf. She opened it up, and grinned broadly at Diamond. “Jackpot!” She tossed down two large bags of the requested candy, and a package of red vines, before replacing the tin on the top shelf with an evil smile.

“Awesome! Let’s go.”

When they got back up to the room, the bottle of wine Ruby had been drinking from was completely empty and she looked close to tears. Their happy-go-lucky Barrett bitches girls’ night was spoiled before it started, and Emmy looked pissed. Truthfully, Diamond felt the same.  Roo was feeling no pain as she swiped for one of the bottles Emmy had carried upstairs with her.

“No, way. Nuh-uh. No more for you until we have a chance to catch up,” Diamond declared, grabbing the bottle from Emmy, popping it open and taking a long swig. “And while we are doing that, you spill it.”

Ruby immediately froze up, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. “There’s nothing to spill. I’m just trying to have a little fun with my sisters.”

“Oh, yeah,” Emmy replied sarcastically, “you’re tons of fun. Loads.”

Ruby glared at her.

Diamond just rolled her eyes and cursed the fact that Pax had gone to bed so early. She was beginning to think girls’ night had been a bad idea.

“Listen, Roo,” she said, taking charge. “This is Emmy’s night. This is how she chose to celebrate her graduation, and frankly, who knows when we’ll all get a chance to get together like this again? So, you can either pull the stick out of your ass, set your Trevor issues aside and have a good time, or you can tell us, your
sisters
, what in the hell is going on, and we can try to help. But this? This passive aggressive pouting and acting like a fool while refusing to tell us why—it has got to stop. It’s not on the list of options, so cut the crap.”

“Fine. If you want me to talk, give me more wine.”

Emmy started to pass a bottle, but Diamond stopped her. “She’s had enough for the time being. She’s being a wine bogart. You have some first, Emmy.”

Emmy furrowed her brows, but took a swig from the open bottle. “You know, Di, you’re getting kind of bossy in your old age.”

It was true. She was being bossy tonight. In truth, she probably sounded a lot like Pax. Was being his submissive bringing out her dominant side in her other relationships? Was that normal? She shrugged. “Well, if I’m being bossy, it’s because someone needs bossing.” She pointed at Ruby, attempting to get the conversation back on track. “Roo, you spent the better part of a decade waiting for Trevor to put a ring on your finger, and now he has, and you’re not happy. What gives?”

Her sister shrugged again, and Emmy passed the wine. Roo held it, but didn’t drink. “Can we please talk about something else? I promise to chill if we can just talk about anything but Trevor.” She paused and pounced on Diamond with an evil grin, looking more like herself than she had since girls’ night had started. “Let’s talk about where Diamond’s been hiding her secret new boy toy, and why we hadn’t heard of him until she showed up on the doorstep with him in tow.”

“Oh, yes!” Emmy squealed in agreement. “Let’s talk about that!”

“Traitor,” Diamond muttered.

“Hey, I know everything under the sun about Trevor and have for years. Pax is fresh meat, and he is prime, grade-A beefcake.”

“Fine.” Diamond jutted her chin out stubbornly, challenging them. “What do you want to know?”

“How long have you been dating?”

“What’s his full name?”

“Where is he from?”

“Have you guys had sex yet?

“Is he good in bed?”

“Most importantly, does he have any brothers?”

Their questions came rapid fire, as if they had been holding them in all day, just chomping at the bit for a chance to ask. The last one came from Emmy.

Diamond laughed, a deep hard belly laugh, and then she answered every one. It finally felt like girls’ night. “A week, Paxton Aaron Donovan, he’s from back east somewhere, yes, and yes, and I don’t know, but I’ll ask.”

“You’ve only been together a week, and you’ve already had sex? Damn girl, you work fast!” Ruby exclaimed.