Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (34 page)

I chuckled, looking at her and she was still smiling, realizing that I remembered.

“I don’t even know what to say,” I replied.

She shrugged. “I have magical powers. I was really a fairy in my past life; Tinker Bell and I go way back.”

I laughed again. “I could see you bouncing around in a skimpy green dress.”

She shook her head. “Mine was pink.”

“My pink fairy princess?”

“No… I’m your Bambi.”

I reached over and pulled her hair out of her face, and then rubbed at the back of her neck. “I like Bambi.”

She nodded. “Me too.”

We stayed like that for the next few hours, just laying in each other’s arms in comfortable silence.

“You’re right,” she announced out of nowhere.

“About what?”

“My dad. You’re right about what you said. He’s always been an amazing father to my sisters and me. Always provided for us, was at every sporting event, never missed dinner with his family, and told us he loved us several times a day.”

“That sounds really nice.”

She moved her chin to sit on my chest and drew what felt like hearts on my ribcage.

“I remember the first time he taught me how to ride a bike. I had fallen and skinned my knee; I thought I was going to die. I was a very dramatic child. He fixed me all up and then kissed over the band aid, telling me that he loved me and that he would always make my pain go away.” She laughed, recalling that day.

“My parents have always had this amazing marriage, even after I found out about his other lifestyle. Nothing changed. I didn’t understand and I still don’t. But somehow they’ve made it work. My best friend growing up had a brother who was about two years older than me. He was there the night I found out… it was my sixteenth birthday and I kind of conned him into taking my virginity.”

I raised my eyebrows; surprised she was sharing all this with me. I knew she hadn’t ever told anyone before.

“Anyway, for the next two years we kept having sex and he became like my best friend. He wanted more and I was such a bitch to him; I used him. He loved me and a part of me loved him, too… but I fucked it up. I haven’t seen him since I was eighteen; I guess that was about twelve years ago. I haven’t seen his sister in maybe eight or nine. We both went our separate ways, so our friendship didn’t carry over.”

“Why did you become a VIP?” I finally asked the question that had been plaguing my mind.

“I found a business card in my dad’s safe the night of my high school graduation party. It had big bold silver lettering that said VIP on the front and on the back, an address and phone number. I Googled it and it led me there. I watched Madam for months before I went to her, and that’s not how things are done. She chooses, not the other way around. Which I think is why I’m one of her favorites; I was different.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

She bit her cheek and then sighed. “I’m not lying to you, Devon. I do love VIP. I do. I know you don’t understand that, but it’s home to me. I can’t explain it to you any other way.”

“What about us?”

I shrugged. I knew it wasn’t what he wanted, but it’s the only honest answer I could give him.

“You go back to work tomorrow?” he asked, changing the subject; knowing he wasn’t going to get anymore from me.

I nodded.

“When do I get to see you again?”

“Sooner than you think,” I simply stated.

He took a deep breath. “Okay.”

We got dressed and went back to my condo, spending the entire day on my couch watching reruns of Family Guy, and eating Chinese takeout. He spent the night again, and we had sex most of the night.

The next day he left early in the morning and I went and met a client.

Two months had gone by, and Devon and I spent every free second together. When he didn’t have his son, I would go over to his house or he would come to my condo. He started leaving things at my place and I started leaving things at his. I didn’t know what we were, or what we were doing because we never talked about it.

There were no promises made, no I love yous exchanged, and no talk of the future. We just were.

Brooke and Devon.

“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he asked, one night while we were on my couch. He was watching Sports Center, and I was messaging with Ysabelle on Skype chat.

“Ummm…” I said, looking up from my computer. “I don’t know. My parents go to Colorado every year I usually go with them, except every other year. My sisters switch holidays back and forth, and I think this year it’s their husband’s turn to have Thanksgiving. I believe we’re doing Christmas Eve.”

He grinned. “Good, you’re coming home with me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t think that’s—”

“Shut up, Bambi.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. I won’t have Ethan, I have him for Christmas, so we’re going to my Mom’s, and by that… I mean you and I.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“No?”

I nodded.

“Write Ysabelle goodbye,” he demanded, changing his demeanor, quickly.

“What?”

“Write. Ysabelle. Goodbye.”

When I didn’t move, he grabbed my computer and typed it himself, placing it on my coffee table and looking over at me with devilish eyes.

“Want to try that again?” he threatened.

“I’m not going, Devon. Go spend time with your family and then you can spend time with me. And I can spend time with The Incredible Cock,” I replied, wiggling my eyebrows.

He grinned and his eyes read nothing, but mischievousness, as he crawled up my body and placed himself at my side. He leaned in and kissed along my neckline; twirling his index finger around my belly button.

“But I want you to come with me, and I know you want to,” he breathed into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and causing goose bumps.

I was wearing a lavender nightie with matching panties and he was wearing gym shorts; I loved watching his muscles flex just from moving. His hand moved to the inside of my panties and he traced along the edges. “Are you wet?”

“Always.”

“Do you want to come?”

I knew it was a double innuendo and I wouldn’t answer, so he slapped my pussy making me jolt.

“You’re not being a good girl…” And he slapped me repeatedly until my legs spread open and I rotated my hips into his whacks. He reached for the hem of my nightie and I helped him take it off; my panties were next to go. He placed me on top of him, but with my back to his front.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he groaned into my ear before taking it into his mouth.

“Always.”

I could feel him grinning behind me, so I swayed my ass on his cock, that was already rock hard in his gym shorts. I reached for the sides and he let me, sliding them down and then off. I went back to what I was doing, but this time his dick lie perfectly flat on his stomach, and in between my cheeks. My back was laying on his front, and my legs were spread on the sides of his body. My back was slightly arched so that I could gyrate my ass up and down; my wetness making it easy to do so. I grabbed at the back of his neck for more leverage, and with one hand he kneaded my breast, and with the other he played with my clit in a side-to-side motion.

“That feel good?” he raspingly asked, as I continued to slide his dick in between my cheeks.

“Yes…”

“You love me playing with your clit, while my cock rubs on your asshole; don’t you?”

I turned my head and peeked up at him. I stuck my tongue in his mouth, and he sucked on it.

“Fuck… I can’t get enough of you,” he growled, grabbing my legs and bringing them up to my body.

Good thing I am flexible…

He raised me up, positioned his dick at my entrance, and thrust into me in one swift movement.

“Ah!” I screamed out in pleasure and in pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… fuck me…” I moaned.

He used leverage with my thighs to bounce me up and down, and I thought I was going to explode. This angle was too much for me and he knew it; he loved making me squirt. He purposely did it. He loved having my come drip down his balls and legs. I would leave huge wet spots on the bed. We would argue back and forth on who would be sleeping in it.

Good thing we were on the couch.

“Come… come… come… do it… come on my cock…”

And I did.

“Jesus Christ… you fucking feel amazing,” he praised, sitting up and taking me with him.

His legs spread on the sides of mine and my feet touched the ground. I bounced up and down on his dick and swayed front to back. He never stopped playing with my clit.

“You’re going to make me make a mess,” I warned.

“I know.”

I smiled and lay on his chest, leaning my head on his shoulder. He caressed all over my body, squeezing my breasts and kneading my nipples.

His hand went back to my clit, and he manipulated the bundle of nerves until my pussy pushed his cock out. He moved his fingers faster on my nub, playing me like I was a goddamn guitar.

I squirted all down his dick and our legs.

Exactly how he wanted me to.

“Fuck, I love the smell of your pussy,” I growled, making her come repeatedly until she screamed out my name in desperation; her body was thrashing all around.

I didn’t waver. I knew what I wanted. I placed her back on my dick, but this time my cock was at the entrance of her asshole. I nudged slowly and her eyes opened wide, looking over at me, watching me ask for silent permission.

She licked her lips, moaned, and fervently kissed me, pushing herself down onto the head of my shaft. We zealously kissed, our tongues doing a sinful dance, while she slid her asshole down my cock; fitting me like a fucking glove.

Tight.

So fucking tight.

This was the first time we had anal sex, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Like everything that was Brooke, I was addicted immediately.

I grabbed at the front of her neck, and with my other hand I continued to play with her clit.

“Yes… yes… yes…” she panted. “Hold my neck tighter.”

I squeezed a little harder and her face started to flush.

“Are you going to come with me to Thanksgiving?”

She whimpered.

“You want to come? I know you do.” Again meaning it as a double innuendo.

“Please…” she begged.

“That’s not the right answer,” I reprimanded, sitting her straight up and roughly grabbing her hips, stopping her movements.

“Ugh! You’re fucking cheating.”

“You want to come?” I asked again.

“Fuck… I hate you!”

“No you don’t.”

“Please, Devon,” she pleaded.

“Tell me you’re coming and then I’ll make you come.”

She tried to move her hips, but I held onto her harder and more demanding.

“This isn’t fair!” she whined.

“Life isn’t fair.” I leaned forward and got close to her ear, sliding my lips and tongue down the side of her neck like I knew she loved. “I know you want to come… I know your tight little asshole is just begging to be fucked, and your cunt wants to pulsate, and squirt down my balls. I’ll give you all that and more. All you have to do is say yes.”