Page 106 of Bourbon and Lies

“Show me how it works.” She smiles with tears rimming her eyes.

I pull out a token from my pocket that’s been there waiting for this exact moment and insert it into the slot. This particularZoltar machine had been in a Manhattan museum, according to the person I negotiated with. It didn’t need money in order to operate, but it needed a coin to shoot into Zoltar’s mouth. Then the ticket would come.

With the coin positioned along the track, Laney studies the timing as Zoltar opens and closes his mouth. But before she releases it, she says, “This is the most unexpected—” she cuts herself off, trying to swallow the emotion that surfaces. “And I love you so much for it.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kisses me hard. When we pull back, our foreheads stay connected for just a moment before she presses another quick kiss to my lips, and then turns back toward the fortune teller, or “future teller” as she called it.

“Make a wish, baby.”

That was the point of this thing. It was a silly carnival game that held nostalgia and memories for her, which meant I’d do just about anything to give her a part of the past she had left behind.

She reaches into the covered slot to retrieve her ticket and flicks her eyes up to meet mine. “Where did you say you got this particular machine again?”

“I didn’t. I worked with a guy that Griz knew.” I watch her face crack, barely holding back a laugh. “Why?” I deadpan. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted one of Griz’s guys.

“The Zoltar in Coney Island was a little less...detailed. Those futures tended to be more about when to travel the world or if there was a happy reunion on the horizon, and then some lucky numbers.”

I hold out my hand, but she backs up.

“What’s on that card?”

She bites her lower lip and clears her throat. “When things get hard”—she looks at me and smiles—“it’s up to you to take the reins. Sometimes the best types of control come when yousubmit. Your future is more of a penance this time around. Accept five spankings by hand or belt.”

“Jesus Christ, Laney.” Groaning, I drag my hands through my hair. Mortified.

She holds up her hand. “I’m not done reading my future. Hold your horses, cowboy.”

“Funny.” At least she’s amused.

“May pleasure be forever in your favor. My lucky numbers are 6 and 9.” Looking up from the card, she smiles cheekily. “Good numbers.”

I rub at the back of my neck. “Honey, I promise I didn’t–”

“It’s honestly an even better surprise now that I know this puppy is chock full of dirty deeds.” She leans against the side of the machine where fucking Zoltar still has his mouth open. Reaching down, she grabs two handfuls of her long skirt in her fist, hiking it up higher as she watches me. “I’d like to collect on thatfuturenow, cowboy.”

My cock is hard by the time the bottom of her skirt hits the tops of her bite-worthy thighs. I walk backward toward the same wall where the hidden door slides open and press the lock. “Belt or hand, honey?”

“Dealer’s choice.” She holds up her skirt high enough now that I can see her panties.

I take a seat in the brown leather club chair that’s to my right. “My wife wants me to redden up her sweet little ass?”

“Not your wife just yet, baby.”

“You know I like practicing. Now show me how wet you are just thinking about being spanked.”

She moves her panties to the side, revealing her delicious pussy.

I fucking salivate, thinking about how she tastes. “Drag two fingers through those pretty lips and show me how wet, honey.”

She does exactly as I ask. Her fingers shiny with her arousal as she holds them out.

“Taste.”

She steps closer, but I stop her. “Not me. You. Taste.”

With her skirt bunched up with one hand and a strap from her white tank falling from one shoulder, I watch her lick her fingers.So damn sexy.

I unbuckle my belt and crook my finger for her to come to me. When she walks closer, she’s such a good fucking girl that she waits for me to tell her what to do next. “Turn around.”

She turns her body so her back is to me, looking over her shoulder with those big blues. “Touch your toes.”

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