Chapter One
"The Penthouse is yours this Friday night. Tell me what you need and I'll have it delivered for you."
Jack Royce owns the Mandolin Hotel in Vegas. He's filthy rich and not afraid to pay for his entertainment. He's a ruthless businessman who owns this hotel among many more in Sin City. This one just happens to be his largest, and one of the tallest in the city. I've known him for years and used to stand next to him for many of his black suit affairs. I was the sex symbol on his right and his sex toy in his bedroom. He knows I like to be watched, so this was a no brainer for me.
I get the privilege of using his fully renovated Penthouse first. My plans to remind him what he no longer has a right to are flowing heavily through my mind.
"Meet me in an hour and I'll show you around."
"Do you really think that's such a good idea, with that wife of yours and all?" I know him and I miss him. I'm just not too sure I'll be able to say no if he makes a move on me.
"Rachel doesn't know about this floor. I've had the renovations made without her knowing. She's enjoying her pampered life too well to be bothered with the details of business."
"Are you sure you're ready for me to stay in your Penthouse? I plan to make good use of what you're offering, Jack. I have a fantasy in mind that I'd love to play out and I can't think of a better time to see it through."
"I absolutely want you in there first." Yeah. He wants to watch his tits bounce, after all, he paid for them. He paid for my lips too. I'll make sure to remind him that they're the perfect size for dick sucking as he watches me with the men I plan to bring in.
"Alright, I'll be there in two hours." I listen as he starts to end the conversation. Interrupting, I decide to remind him that he doesn't own me. "Uh. Jack. I don't want you interfering with my night if I stay in the Penthouse."
He doesn't respond. I can hear him catch a deep breath as he works through whatever he's not saying to me. It's been far too long since I've heard those deep breaths. I close my eyes and remain strong waiting for his reply.
"I won't. You'll have the only key to the room, otherwise it will unlock at noon on Sunday morning. The maid service will be in to prepare it for the next guest at that time."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You'll just have to trust me." He's never lied to me. In fact, it was the truth that he told that ended our little relationship. He likes variety and well, I don't like to share. If I'm committing my heart to someone, I want to be their only.
This Friday won't be about commitments. It'll be about fucking. True, hard, no strings attached fucking that I'll walk away from sore, but not hurt.
"Fair enough."
"I'll see you soon." I move quickly to my closet. I need a sexy dress and a pair of my highest fuck me red shoes to meet him. He's seen everything I have to offer many times and that's what will work to my advantage. He knows what I have and he'll eventually come back for more. The key will be when and if I actually give in. In the meanwhile, it'll be fun to tease the crap out of him.
His dick. Oh god, his dick has had me screaming so many times. It would be something to reminisce a few old times, but for now I'll just work on planning my Friday night knowing that he'll be watching my every move.
I shower completely and shave myself smooth. Dialing the phone to get an appointment to be waxed before Friday, I stand naked in my master bathroom. Mirrors surround me and I catch a glimpse of the tattoo he bought me when we first got together all those years ago. Four playing cards displayed on my lower back as if they're being held in a hand. All four suits of Jack.
He was all of them to me. He had the heart, the money of diamonds, the power of the club, and the business mind of the spade. He's one of the most ruthless and most loving men I've ever known. How can one man be so many faces?
I slide the red straps over my shoulders, baring my naked back to the world. He'll be able to see the tattoo, and that's what I want. Bending to slide the straps around my ankles and shifting my boobs into perfect position, I start planning my night. I'll need three men, a few sex toys, and drinks. I'll want to make sure it lasts all night and there's no reason to leave.
My heart starts beating faster as I think about him watching me do all these things. I'm just curious as to how he’ll react. Will he become so sexually frustrated that he barges in to join? Or will he truly remain out of the active picture and be the voyeur he claims he’ll be.
There's nothing sexier than being watched. Being touched with the heat of his eyes always turned me on. I'm finishing my makeup in my vanity mirror when one of many memories flashes through my mind.
Jack sitting back in his suit, a drink in his left-hand resting on the arm of the chair while he burns through me with his captivating blue eyes. His other hand holding my panties while he takes turns inhaling my scent and rubbing his fingers over the material, of course his eyes never leaving me.
I can see the bulge in his pants when he runs his hand across the outside, giving away the path it's decided to take over his left hip.
He's huge, but I already know that. I know how he feels and that's what has me begging for him to join me. His office was always a favorite fuck venue for me. I loved to crawl across his large desk and torment him with my sexual cravings. So many times it ended with him spreading me across his desk and devouring me before he fucked me, leaving me dripping with the memory all day.
I was at his disposal. It was the most fulfilling ‘job’ I've ever had. Finance guru in his corporate offices by day, his toy at night… well and sometimes during the day, it would just depend. He paid very well by way of paycheck and anything my heart desired. I mean anything.
It all had to come to an end when he told me about his future wife. I know when it's time to walk away and that was it. I don't share and I had my heart tangled up in him.
I found a new job in less than a day; I'm going to guess he had something to do with that, but I'll never complain. He knows everyone who matters in this city. I'm sure he pulled some strings and I sure didn't stop him. I needed a job fast to keep up with the lifestyle I was used to. I make great money where I'm at, hell I'm even the CFO and I don't have the everyday temptation that is Jack.
I walk past the glass doors and front desk, continuing to walk even when the receptionist is trying to stop me. She’ll let him know some crazy woman is here and he’ll know it's me immediately.
He's hitting a button on his phone when I enter. His eyes move over me as I walk toward him. He sits back in his chair and continues to stare me over even when I'm standing in front of him across the desk.
“Shit, Ava. How am I supposed to concentrate with you dressed like that?”
“What is there to concentrate about, Jack?”
“Our little arrangement.”
“Yes, that.” I sit on the edge of his desk, making sure he can see the open back of my dress. He stands instantly, walking around to be near me.
“My tattoo.” He tries to claim it as he gets closer.
“No Jack. That is my tattoo.”
“You wear it perfectly. Your back was always so beautiful.” He runs a fingertip down my spine, sending a rush through my body. I stand and walk a few feet away from him.
“I want three men. I'll need a sex swing, a St. Andrew’s cross, and a fuck bench. I'll bring the rest of the toys myself. I want a full bar available and we’ll order room service for the rest.” I talk as I walk over to his desk chair and sit down. It's a power move.
“Easy enough. Do you want me to pick the men?”
“You know my taste. I'm okay with that.”
“I do.” He moves toward me until he's leaning against the desk directly in front of me, leaving me with a direct view of the bulge in his slacks as he opens his suit jacket.
“Go to lunch with me.”
“I can't.”
“You can.”
“Jack. I'll play games with you all day, but we’re not going to bed together.”
“I don't need a bed.”
“I know you don't. I remember.”
“What if I'm one of the three?” I think about his suggestion for a second. That's a terrible idea.
“That's not an option. This was supposed to be my fantasy.”
“Are you saying you don't fantasize about me anymore?” He steps forward on me, moving the chair back against the glass. He bends to spread my legs as far as the dress allows, before he slides his hands between my tits instead.
My nipples tingle at his touch and I go on a sensation overload as he continues to explore. His touch isn't supposed to do that to me anymore.
I grab his wrist and he stops moving. I slowly guide his hand out of my dress and place it on the outside of his pants.
“The only touching you’ll be doing is to yourself as you watch me, Jack. I can't go there with you and you know it.” I wish I was truly the whore I've been called. I want nothing more than to feel him fuck me right here and now, but I can't. He has my heart tangled up and that is one area I can't stand to break again. He’s married. I'll never fuck a married man. My ex husband cheated on me and I know how it feels to be on the other side of that.
I stand to leave the room. “Make sure they're not married. I don't fuck married men.” He's standing with his back to me, looking out the huge glass window. Opening the door, I feel a sudden burst of excitement for this weekend. I'm long overdue for a great fuck and like it or not, he just turned me on like no other. Fuck me and my rules.