Page 103 of Bling

When she opened her eyes and pulled her hand away from her clit, she stared at him, hunger still burning in her gaze.

“What do you need?” he asked, loosening his bowtie to pull it off.

“I want you to fuck me in the dungeon.”

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Isabelle’s heart raced. Had she really just said that out loud? Having sex in the dungeon was something she feared, but she felt the need to do something beyond letting him spank her that would prove how much she wanted to be his. Letting him mark her, claim her, in front of others seemed fitting.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky with his own need.

“I’m sure,” she whispered. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

He grinned. “Oh, Isabelle. You’re a gem. Fix your dress. We’re almost there.”

She straightened her clothes and slid her panties back on before moving to sit next to him again. In front of Solitaire, Jeff jumped out and opened the door for them. He gripped her hand as they walked up the steps to the entrance.

“Hey you two. You’re looking sharp. That dress is killer,” Cassie said from behind the reception desk.

Isabelle grinned. “Thank you. We had a function earlier.”

“Excuse us, Cassie. We’re on a mission. We’ll come back down and chat later,” Garrett said, practically dragging Isabelle through the lobby and into the bar.

Instead of walking the length of the bar, he turned toward the door that led upstairs.

“I know what you said you wanted, but I want you in my bed,” he said. “I’ll fuck you in the dungeon sometime soon, though.”

She nodded as they stepped into the upstairs hallway.

In his suite, he pushed her against the wall and ravaged her mouth and neck with rough kisses and nips of his teeth.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured when he pulled away. She knew her lipstick was a mess and her hair was everywhere, but in that moment, she felt absolutely beautiful.

In the bedroom, she turned her back to him and lifted her hair off her neck so he could unzip her dress. He pushed it off her shoulders and let it pool on the floor.

“We really should hang that up,” she murmured as she stepped out of it.

“Hush and get the rest of your clothes off.”

“That’s like six-grand piled on the floor,” she protested as she unhooked her bra.

Garrett chuckled and bent to retrieve the discarded gown. He draped it over a chair and raised an eyebrow. “Is that better?”

She nodded and shimmied out of her panties.

“Good. Now get your ass on the bed, laying on your back. I didn’t finish my dessert at the party.”

She giggled when he smacked her ass playfully and scurried to obey him.

When she was on the bed with her legs spread, he pulled her until her ass was perched on the edge.

Instead of his mouth on her pussy, she felt his teeth sink into her inner thigh. The sting of his bite traveled from her leg straight to her clit and she groaned with the need to come again. She’d never thought of herself as a masochist before, but as he bit her other thigh, he pressed his thumb to her clit, and she trembled with pleasure. It wasn’t long before an orgasm was rocking her.

He stood and stripped out of his tux. His chiseled body hovered above her and his eyes bored holes into her. “You going to say something about my tux on the floor?” he teased as his hands rested on either side of her.

She shook her head. “No, Sir. I just want you inside of me.”

He entered her swiftly, nothing gentle or easy about it. His thick cock dragged out of her and he paused.

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