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My eyes half shutter as I stare seductively into his eyes. My tongue slips out to wrap around the ice and lap his fingertips. He hisses. I slide my lips back until only the edge of the cube rests against my tongue. On a throaty moan, I suck it back in. His eyes track my every movement.
To add to the sensual teasing, my fingers tap across his thigh and glide along his bulge. His cock twitches beneath them. He groans in carnal pleasure. I continue my exploration as I trail my fingers up to the waistband of his joggers. A tug on the string loosens it enough I slip them inside. As I caress his thick length through the silk boxer briefs, I suckle on the ice. His head falls back against the seat. But his eyes remain on my mouth.
I continue my show until the ice melts. Then slip my tongue out to collect the moisture around my mouth and on my chin. I turn my full attention to his engorged cock.
My fingertips smear the pre-cum around its tip and squeeze it. His cock jerks as he groans deep in his chest. I release my seat belt and slide to my knees beneath the table. My mouth engulfs the bulbous head while my fingers circle the base—too wide for them to meet. I suck him like my favorite lollipop, relishing his musky and salty flavor.
His hands cup the back of my head to still my bobbing movements. I release my throat to take him fully. He growls and tightens his grip on my hair as his hips snap. He fucks my face with controlled thrusts, paced to avoid my gag reflex. My fingernails dig into the lean muscles of his thighs. His growls turn feral at the erotic pain. The speed of his thrusts increases. Tears fill my eyes as saliva dribbles down my chin to mix with the remnants of the ice. He doesn’t stop.
And I don’t want him to. My pussy throbs in jealousy of my well-used mouth. I slip my fingers inside my lace thong. My hips undulate as they circle my swollen, needy clit. When his cock grows bigger, my fingers flex wanting to thrust them inside my leaking pussy. But then I’d be a bad little girl seeking my pleasure instead of allowing my Daddy to care for my needs.
Thick ropes of hot cum spill down my throat, straight to my belly. I moan around his girth.
He stills and presses my head to hold me in place.
“Monsieur le duc, we’re ready for takeoff.”
At Daphne’s unexpected appearance, he clears his throat.
“Bien. I’ll ring the pilot once Mademoiselle Thomas returns from the lavatory,” he says in a husky voice.
A moment later, he loosens his grip. I slip back into my seat and dab my mouth with a napkin. He stares at me with sated eyes.
“Such a good little girl. My little girl.”
* * *
Luc
Hours later, the view of the world-famous Las Vegas Strip sparkles like rare and exceptionally beautiful, fancy color diamonds as my jet flies into Harry Reid International Airport. I never tire of seeing the bright lights flashing in the middle of the bleak desert. I squeeze Blair’s hand as we touch down and kiss her soft, fragrant cheek. Her spirits are up since we checked off the Mile High Club for her in the bedroom at the back of the jet.
“The view is phenomenal, Luc!” She exclaims, leaning closer to the window, her excitement like that of a child staring into the windows at FAO Schwarz during the holidays. “I love Vegas! The shows, the shopping, the atmosphere! I can’t wait to see Lola’s face when we surprise her with the retail space!”
As soon as the pilot gives the all-clear, we gather our things and walk to the cabin’s exterior door. Daphne offers a good night. I merely nod my head. When I said no one will upset Blair, I meant it. I make a mental note to send a text message to Estelle to arrange Daphne’s transfer.
Blair scared me when I thought she would leave me. Especially since I had a week-long business trip the next day. I thought for sure when I stopped back through New York she would tell me she reconsidered and wanted out of our relationship.
During the time apart, I realized I could give her more. I must. I don’t want to lose the happiness she brings to my life. Devoid of intimacy for so long, I crave her. And that scares me too.
If I let her in completely and something happens to her, it’ll shatter me. I can’t go through the loss of another woman in my life. Icy fingers slide around my heart. For a moment, my breath leaves me. I see my wife and son on the birthing room table. My heart constricts.
“Luc? Are you all right?”
Blair’s sweet voice cuts through the fog. The fingers recede with the nightmare of that memory.
I glance around and realize I stopped on the tarmac and Blair pokes her head from the back seat of the STEELE Las Vegas Maybach. I blink and shake my head to banish the negativity. Focus on the here and now, not dwell on the past, as my therapist told me. I take a deep breath and smile at Blair.
“Fine, Chérie.”
She studies my face as I stride towards the sedan. When I slide in beside her, she slips her arms around my neck. My hands wrap around her. Needing a deeper connection, I pull her onto my lap with her legs straddling my hips and bury my face in her neck.
“Communication goes both ways, Luc. I won’t press you to share what’s bothering you. But know I am here for you.”
I tighten my grip on her, never wanting to let her go.
The driver gets behind the wheel and asks if we prefer a ride down the entire Strip to see the sights or go straight to the resort.
I want some time alone with Blair before dinner with the others, so I tell him to take the most direct route. He nods and drives off.
