Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series) (19 page)

Kace looked me up and down and said, “You’re not ready.”

Infuriated, I pushed his chest in anger and said, “Fuck you, I’m not ready. What do I need to do to prove it?”

Shock registered across his face from my push. Granted, he didn’t move, since he was a damn brick wall, but he was still shocked.
 

“There is nothing…”

“Sit,” I demanded. “Sit in one of these damn chairs and I will prove it.”

“Lo…”

“Sit! Damn it!” I might have lost it slightly, but I was sick of hiding on the floor and not being able to be up on stage where I belonged. I felt it in my bones; I was more than ready and I was going to show this dick on a stick that I belonged there.
 

He sat in the chair I pointed at and eyed me suspiciously. I grabbed the remote to the stereo and shifted to my favorite song. Christina Aguilera started to play through the speakers and I instantly felt like I was in my element.
 

“What are you doing?”

“Proving to you I belong where the members can see me. I belong in the spotlight.”

He was about to protest when I started unbuttoning my shirt. Today I wore a black one with black stilettos, which I am grateful for now because I could see Kace starting to squirm in his chair.
 

Christina’s voice rang through the room as I dropped the shirt to the floor and slowly started walking toward Kace to the beat of the music. The song was seductive and sexy, the perfect combination to show Kace what I was made of.
 

I stood in front of him and presented my body to him. His arms were to his sides, like the members were required, and he looked my body up and down, nodding in appreciation. Getting the go ahead from his nod, which was required for a lap dance, I continued to move forward. I took my index finger and ran the length of his collar bone as I walked around him, making sure to run my finger lightly across his back when I reached it and back around to his collar bone.
 

Once I got back in front of him, I turned my back toward him, giving him a great view of my thong-clad ass and bent down, running my hands down my legs and then slowly back up to the beat of the music. Once I got back up I twisted back around, bent over so my hands were on his knees and spread them, giving me the perfect triangle support to work on.
 

The music was incredibly slow, so it gave me time to gradually move my body, giving him an amazing show. I looked up and squeezed my arms against my breasts so he had a great shot of my cleavage, which he easily took advantage of while licking his lips. He was intrigued.
 

Working my head down, I did a body wave like motion, starting with my head at his crotch and then worked my way up his body so my breasts pressed against his chest and my hair brushed against his face. I felt him suck in a giant wave of air as my breasts barely skimmed his cheek. I had him.
 

I turned back around and lowered my butt onto his lap with my hands bracing myself on his thighs…his upper thighs. The minute I made contact with his lap, I knew I was winning because he was sporting a massive erection. I couldn’t lie, sitting on his lap was just as much as a turn on for me as it was for him. I hovered on his lap and worked my pelvis to the song. Slow rotations of my hips caressed his probing arousal, sending my nerve endings into high gear. I felt my breath start to hitch. I leaned back against his chest as my head rested on his shoulder and my hips continued to move. We were both breathing heavily as I continued to work him.
 

Desperately, I wanted him to move his hands across my stomach, pinch my nipples, and move his hands under my thong, but he wasn’t moving an inch. I grabbed the back of his neck and used that as support as I pulled myself off of him and then turned around, quickly settling back on his lap. I thrust my breasts into his face, letting him bury his head in them for just a second before I pulled away.
 

I used his shoulders as support as I started to rock back and forth on his erection. A slight moan escaped my throat, as I felt his dick press against my slick folds. Fuck, I was going to come from a lap dance, but I didn’t care. I was past the stage of horny and at the brink of my pussy turning into dust if I didn’t get any soon.
 

“Fuck…” Kace said under his breath as I picked up my pace.
 

His jaw was locked tightly as he studied my body moving up and down. His dick continued to press against me and seemed like it wouldn’t stop growing. Did all the men have massive dicks around here? I thought, as I continued to work him.
 

His chest heaved as he continued to look at me as the song took over my body. There was no stopping me.
 

Finally, as if my body couldn’t take it anymore, he moved his hands so they caressed my sides. I could see it in his glazed-over eyes that he had lost his tightly-wound control and the fact that I was able to take down such a strong man like Kace, drove me to push him even further. I started lifting my ass, imitating the act of sex; now if only there weren’t two strips of fabric between us.
 

His hands caressed the underside of my bra-clad breasts and then fell underneath the string on my thong and gripped my ass. One more fucking squeeze from his hands and I was done. I felt my legs start to tingle as my center started to constrict. Another moan escaped my mouth as my head fell back in pleasure.
 

“Fucking Christ,” Kace murmured as his pelvis thrust in the air and he bit down on his bottom lip.
 

Just as I was about to scream bloody murder from an all-consuming dry humping, Kace’s phone went off and just like an ice cold bucket of water poured over us, Kace shot up and out of the chair and grabbed for his phone in his pocket…erection still poking through his pants. There was a little wet spot on his pants and I didn’t know who it was from, but fuck it was hot.
 

He looked down at his phone while he ran his hand through his hair. As if he read the president had been murdered, he brought the phone closer to his eyes for a better read and then looked at me with surprise in his eyes.
 

“What?” I asked breathlessly, as my legs clenched, needing sweet release.
 

“You have been beckoned to the Bourbon Room.”

***

To say I was fucking nervous was the understatement of the century. Kace showed me where to go and said to expect a card with directions on a table and to do exactly as it said.
 

When I reached the third floor, I turned to the left like I was told and opened the black door to the Bourbon Room. As I opened the door, I was surrounded by the familiar décor of the Toulouse Room. Deep purple walls, black carpet, black molding, chrome handles and lots nude pictures of women. What stood out differently from the Toulouse Room was all the contraptions scattered around the space. It looked like he did gymnastics in the room.
 

In the far back, was a giant four poster bed that had deep purple bedding that looked beyond luscious to sleep in. To the right, there was some kind of balance beam and chaise lounge that was framed in a wave-like motion. I had seen one of those kinds of chairs before, but couldn’t remember the name. To the left was a stripper pole, classic, a sitting area with blankets and a dresser with multiple drawers. In the middle, there was a black table with a card on it and a table-looking contraption that looked like something you would find at the gynecologist, but this one was upholstered and actually looked like it might be a good time. Below it, there were drawers and buttons that frankly scared me from not knowing what they did.
 

I went to the card and opened it to see how Jett wanted me, something Kace warned me about. He seemed concerned and disappointed when I took off for the third floor, but I couldn’t think about that now.
 

The card read…

Lo,
 

Thank you for coming up to the Bourbon Room. These notes will never be this formal again, but since this is your first time, I thought I would take it easy on you. Please make yourself comfortable on the cushioned table to your left. Keep your bra and panties on, but you can take off your heels. There is a blindfold to the side of the table. I will not come in the room until you have that around your beautiful blue eyes. Once you do, I will be in shortly.

-Jett

Anticipated excitement rolled through my body as I went over to the table, found the blindfold and put it securely around my face. Yes, I thought it was odd I had to be blindfolded, but at this point, I didn’t care. I needed him…badly. I had some pent-up pussy frustration that begged to be released and I planned on releasing it tonight.
 

Chapter Twenty Two

“Untouched”

Jett

I knew Goldie was in the Bourbon Room, but before I went over there, I had to calm the rage that was boiling through my body first.
 

What the hell was Kace doing? I was working on my computer, looking over some property contracts when I turned and saw Kace gripping Goldie as she grinded against him. The only way I knew how to stop it was to have him send her up here. She was clearly on the verge of orgasm and I couldn’t have her first orgasm in my house be with another man. Kace was way out of line and he would be hearing about it later, but first, I had to take care of Goldie.
 

She was a sexual creature and it had been way too long for her. She needed to be touched; she needed to release all of her sexual frustration that was building up in her body, making her act out like she did today.
 

Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the room and opened the door. Goldie was sitting on the table, twisting her hands on her lap and listening to every move I made. As I closed the door, her ears picked up and she looked toward me.
 

Her body was perfect. All the Jett Girls had amazing bodies, but there was something about Goldie that made her different. Her curves were more plentiful than the other girls, but she had an incredibly petite body, making her look like sex on a stick.
 

“Hello,” I said, as I stood in front of her.
 

“Hi,” she responded nervously. It was adorable. Fuck, I was in for it.
 

Her honey-colored hair was wild like normal and fell past her shoulders, framing her breasts perfectly. Her pink lips itched to be touched and I wondered what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. She was mouth-watering good and I was about to devour her.
 

“I’m Jett.” I took her hand in mine and kissed the back of it.
 

She smiled and said, “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but…I kind of can’t see you.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is it? Because from where I’m sitting, it seems like you don’t want me to see you because you have some kind of deformity.”

I chuckled to myself. “Is that what you really think?”

“Well, prove me wrong.”

“Not tonight.”
 

She sighed and then said, “Has anyone ever told you, you have the sexiest fucking voice ever?”

Shaking my head and laughing at her non-existent filter, I responded, “No, I have never been told that, but thank you.”

“Well shit, that surprises me, because the first time you talked at Kitten’s Castle, I assume that was you, I nearly creamed my pants listening to you order a bourbon. That was you, right? Of course it was and that was you at Jackson Square too, wasn’t it? I could tell because your voice is so distinct…”

I just stood there and listened to her ramble on about my voice. Normally, I didn’t let any girl talk this much, but I couldn’t help it; she was entertaining. I was constantly wondering what she was going to say next.
 

“…and that’s why they call them beignets. Weird, right? I don’t know how I got on that whole rant, but it is interesting. Ugh, you probably hate me right now. When I get nervous, I just start talking. I hate awkward silences. I would rather tell you my height and weight before there is silence between us.” She paused for a second and then said, “Umm…my height is…”

“You can stop now,” I said calmly.
 

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

I stood even closer and was about to ask her a question when she said, “God, you smell like heaven. I think I could just smell you and have an orgasm. I heard you have a huge cock.” She slapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head as I threw my head back and silently laughed. “I wasn’t supposed to say that. Shit.”

“Lo, do I have permission to touch you?”

She picked her head up and I saw one eyebrow raise past her blindfold. “What do you mean? You ask? I thought you were just going to do your thing. Don’t you own me or something?”

“No, I don’t. You hold all the cards. If you want to be touched, you tell me. I ask every girl when they come in here, I ask them all one question, if they have something to say to me.”

“Oh? And what do they say?”

“They say, I’m ready to submit to you. When they say that, they give me their most precious gift, their body. When you hand your body over to me, I treat it with the utmost care and worship it. I understand the trust you are handing over to me and I make sure to never break that. I know the way I like things and there might be nights when I tie you down and allow you to fuck my dick with your mouth as a slowly finger you to orgasm, or I might have you pole dance for me or I might take you on the Tantra chair, it just depends, but I want you to know, whatever I have you do, you always hold the cards. The minute you say our safe word, we are done and we talk about how I went too far because I never want to disobey your trust. Do you understand?”