Hot Ticket

Chapter 8

Aggie snuggled closer to Jace’s back, her hands pressed flat against his abdomen. She loved motorcycles. Especially low-pitched, rumbling Harleys. Foreplay on wheels.

They drove down the Vegas strip. The summer evening air was stifling, yet the crowds were still thick on the sidewalks and the traffic heavy. The tourists would really come out to play after dark. Aggie had lived in Las Vegas her entire life, and the city’s ceaseless excitement still stirred her. Jace turned into the area behind Mandalay Bay at the southern end of Las Vegas Boulevard and stopped next to a set of three tour buses. Jace parked beside a silver and black bus and held her hand while she climbed from the bike.

She removed her helmet, her long, thick hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She flipped it out of her face impatiently. “We need to drive into the desert and have an orgy on this bike.”

He removed his helmet, smiling to himself. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Now?” she asked breathlessly.

“I have other plans for you now. Next time.”

Next time? She wasn’t big on planning the future, especially if it required relying upon a man, but she’d make concessions for Jace.

He swung the bus door open and climbed the steep steps. Glancing down the corridor, he ushered her inside with a wave. The inside was nicer than she’d expected. A plush, leather sofa faced two captain’s chairs, a flat-screen TV, and a stereo system. Farther down the main corridor, a kitchenette stood opposite a small, square table and booths. Beyond the dining area, there were two stacked curtained compartments on each side. As Jace continued down the hallway, he swept each curtain aside to reveal four empty bunks.

“I don’t think anyone’s here,” he said.

The bathroom door stood partially open. No one in there either. He knocked on the door at the end of the hall. When there was no response, he opened the door to reveal a small bedroom. He switched on the light, and Aggie entered the room, glancing around. A comfortable-looking queen-sized bed filled over half the room. A closet, overflowing with clothes, bedding, and towels filled one wall. A long dresser stood next to the door, and a small window was situated on the wall opposite the closet. A hook in the ceiling caught her eye.

“That’s for you,” Jace whispered into her ear.

“For me?”

“You’ll see. What do you want to drink?”

His dichotomous personality always surprised her. He had a gentle, considerate side that so completely contrasted with the animal just beneath the surface. An angel and a devil. Strange thing was, she liked both—the side that warmed her heart with affection and the side that burned her body with lust. “Do you have any wine?”

He grinned. “A woman after my own heart. I hope you like it sweet.”

“Is there any other kind?”

“I have some port on the other bus. I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.” He kissed her cheek and left her to herself.

Aggie removed her leather jacket, folding it carefully and setting it on the dresser. She contemplated removing her clothes and waiting for Jace naked, but decided she liked him to undress her. Slowly. Seductively. With great care and tenderness. In the silence, a faint hum came from the side table drawer. Her brow knitted with confusion, she went to investigate. Pulling the drawer open, she found it full of sex toys. Dildos of all sizes and thicknesses. Vibrators. Condoms. Flavored oils. Cock rings. Butt plugs. Was this why he’d brought her here? She found the humming vibrator and turned it off before dropping it back into the drawer.

“You like that kind of thing?” Jace asked from behind her.

She spun around. “Sorry to pry. One of the vibrators was humming. I followed the sound.” She nodded toward the drawer. “Is all that stuff yours?”

Jace shook his head. “It’s Brian’s. He likes toys. He doesn’t mind sharing though, if you want to borrow something.”

“Who’s Brian?” She accepted the glass of wine he held out to her.

“Our lead guitarist. I take it you’re not a Sinners fan. Everyone knows Brian ‘Master’ Sinclair. He’s a rock god. Sed, our lead singer, is a notorious womanizer. Trey plays rhythm guitar and any person—male or female—who catches his attention. And then there’s Eric, who… is our drummer. I’m obscure by comparison.”

“You sure about that? You’re awfully cute.”

He flushed. “Sed’s the one all the girls scream for. He’s a beast.”

“Like you?” Aggie grinned, taking a sip of wine—perfectly chilled, full-bodied, and sweet. She’d never tasted anything more delicious. “Mmmm.” She looked down into her glass. Thick, the wine clung to the inner surface of her glass. It reminded her of blood. She took another sip, holding the cool liquid in her mouth. Its flavor soured as it warmed on the surface of her tongue. She swallowed.

“I’m a whole different type of beast.”

She glanced up at him. The coldness in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. He downed his wine in two gulps and set his glass on the dresser. He went to the closet and pulled a hard-shell, black suitcase from its depths. He knelt in front of it on the floor.

She moved to stand beside him, looking at the suitcase. “What’s that?”

“The reason I brought you here.”

He flipped the locks and tossed the lid open. Aggie’s eyes widened. He had all kinds of things inside, ranging from obvious paddles and candles to things she couldn’t identify.

He looked at her. “You still trust me, right?”

The anxious flutter in her stomach excited her. She had no idea what he had in mind, but whatever it was, she was game. He had yet to disappoint her. “Yeah.”

He began to sort through the case, arranging things in piles. She couldn’t decipher any pattern in his groupings as she watched him, sipping her wine. He lit candles, setting them on the side table. He left the room and returned moments later with a bowl of ice, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a can of mixed fruit.

“What are you doing? Preparing for nuclear winter?”

He smiled slyly. “You’ll see. How’s the wine?”

“Perfect.”

“Do you want another glass?” He seemed ready to start his orchestrated pleasure session. Or would it be torture? She was eager to find out.

Aggie finished her wine in one long swallow and set her empty glass next to his. “No, I don’t want any more wine. I want you.”

“Soon.” He closed the bedroom door and approached her. He undressed her slowly, caressing every inch of flesh he revealed, first with his fingertips, and then his lips. His tenderness never ceased to amaze her. He fucked her hard. Made love to her gently. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he unhooked her bra. “I love your curves.”

She had plenty of curves. She’d never possessed the athletic slenderness that Hollywood and fashion runways considered beautiful, but she was comfortable with her body and glad that Jace appreciated it. Her dancing kept her in good shape, but her feet never touched a treadmill. Her heavy breasts fell free of her bra, and he cupped them, gazing at the flesh overflowing from his hands. He lowered his head to kiss the soft globes, his tongue sliding over her nipples. Aggie’s belly tightened. She rested her hands on his shoulders as he kissed his way down the center of her belly. He removed her jeans, panties, and sandals with equal care and agonizing slowness. By the time he led her to the bed, she was more than ready for him to possess her body, and he hadn’t even started using the objects from his suitcase.

They knelt in the center of the bed, facing each other. Jace pulled something from his back pocket and fastened it around Aggie’s left wrist. She looked down at the thick leather cuff, lined with fleece. Her heart thudded against her ribs. Restraints? He fastened a matching leather cuff around her other wrist and attached them to each other with a length of chain.

“Why are you restraining me?” she asked.

“So you don’t interfere with what I do to your body.”

Her heart thudded even harder. “Are you going to hurt me?”

He stood in front of her on the bed and lifted her hands above her head, securing her wrists to the hook in the ceiling with the heavy chain. He didn’t answer her question.

“Jace, I don’t like to be on the receiving end of pain. Only inflict it.” She supposed if she got too freaked out, she could stand on the bed and free her hands from the hook. She was well versed in self-defense, but something inside told her she could trust this man. Her intuition had never failed her in the past.

He knelt in front of her and touched her cheek gently. “I’d never hurt you, Aggie. I only like to be on the receiving end of pain. Never inflict it.” He stroked her arms with the backs of his hands, and then continued down to draw them along the sides of her breasts, the indent of her waist, and the flare of her hips. “I do plan to make you beg for mercy, but from the pleasure I give your body, not pain.”

Well, okay… if he insisted.

“Do I have your permission to continue?” he asked.

She bit her lip, looking into his gentle brown eyes for signs of deceit. She found none. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He pulled something else from his back pocket and slid a blindfold over her eyes.

“I can’t see,” she said breathlessly. Her heart thudded faster. She wasn’t afraid, not exactly. Excited. Yes, that’s what had her breath hitching, her heart racing, her core aching with emptiness.

He chuckled. “That’s the idea, sweetheart. You don’t need to see. Just feel. Feel me, Aggie.”

“I do. I feel you.”

He gathered her hair in his hand, twisted it, and clipped it to the back of her head.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured into her ear from behind. His hands gently stroked her back… her belly… her breasts. “Smooth. Warm.”

“Pale,” she added with a grin.

“Perfect.”

He suckled and kissed the flesh on the backs of her shoulders while his hands continued to stroke her belly, breasts and hips. His hands slid between her thighs, spreading her legs apart. She trembled. His fingers parted her swollen flesh and dipped inside her. Her head fell back against his shoulder. He rubbed her clit, slid his fingers into her pussy, rubbed her clit again. How did he know exactly how to excite her beyond her limits of tolerance?

“Jace.”

He continued to stroke her until she was ready to explode, and then he moved away, leaving her trembling. Unfulfilled.

Something ice cold slid down her spine. She shuddered. It continued down the crack of her ass, over the aching opening to her pussy, and finally her clit. He stroked her there, with the ice between his fingers and her flesh, until the ice completely melted. She didn’t know how it was possible for her clit to feel like it was on fire and frozen at the same time.

“Jace,” she said in a pleading tone.

He slid two of his fingers into her mouth. They tasted like chocolate. She sucked the sweet treat from his digits. He withdrew them and inserted them again with more chocolate. Something cool and thick drizzled over her nipple. His hot mouth sucked at her nipple while he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth. Did he realize what he was doing to her? She ached from wanting him already. He’d likely restrained her hands above her head so she couldn’t get herself off while he tortured her with pleasure. She was definitely desperate enough to do it.

He moved away again, and she heard a strange grinding sound. Her heart rate kicked up a notch until she identified it as a can opener. Hadn’t he brought a can of fruit…?

Something cool and slick slid into her mouth. The gritty bite of sweet pear dissolved on her tongue. She smelled wax the instant before liquid heat burned down the center of her back. Her spine arched involuntarily. He traced either side of the hot trail with ice. His mouth moved to suck on the side of her neck. Only his mouth wasn’t hot as expected. It was cold. He let the water from the melting ice trickle from his lips as he kissed his way down her throat and shoulder. Thin rivulets of water traced paths down her chest, following the contours of her body to collect between her breasts, slide down her belly, around her navel, and finally between her thighs. She shuddered when the first droplets found her shaved mound.

“Jace.” She’d given up on trying to figure out what he was going to do next.

He paused to put more ice in his mouth. She heard him slurp it inside, and it clicked against his teeth. As the water dripped between her legs and found new paths along her hip bone, she squirmed with impatience. He shifted his mouth to the other side of her neck and used the flat of his hands to stroke her belly and the undersides of her breasts. He pinched her nipples unexpectedly, and she shuddered on the brink of orgasm.

“Jace, fuck me, please. I want you. I want you inside me.”

He moved away abruptly. She listened to the sounds of his movement. A slice of peach entered her mouth. She sucked on it, savoring its slick sweetness. She waited for his return. It seemed like hours before his hands were on her again. They had an unusually rough texture now. He stroked the skin of her belly and breasts gently with his gloved hands while he blew soft breaths over the skin of her back.

“Oh God, Jace. You’re driving me insane.”

“Do you want me to stop?” The low rumble of his voice made her spine tingle.

“Yes.” She gasped when he drew his hands away. “No. Don’t! Don’t stop.”

He curled his body against her back. She felt his cock against her ass, and she rubbed up against him, arching her back in an attempt to get him to enter her. His rough gloves moved between her thighs, pressing them open so the cool air bathed her heated flesh.

“Hold still,” he murmured.

She tried to hold still, but the neglected parts of her body were greedy for his touch. She twisted her hips and rubbed her mound against the hand he had stroking her inner thigh. She sucked a shuddering breath between her teeth. He slapped her ass with a loud smack. Her entire body tensed.

“No, Aggie. Hold still.”

“Jace. Please. Please. I can’t take any more.”

He moved away again, and she choked back a sob of protest. Something tickled her shoulder blade. A feather? And then nothing. When she’d given up on him ever touching her again, he traced her lowest rib with the feather. She groaned. An eternity later, he stroked her hip bone. She fought her chains, her hips undulating involuntarily as she sought fulfillment.

The door opened. Two rapid inhalations came from the general vicinity of the threshold.

Jace slipped something into Aggie’s mouth. It burst against her tongue, releasing sweet juice. White grape. Aggie swallowed, her ears straining for sounds that would tell her what was going on beyond her perception.

The door closed again.

“Who was that?” Aggie whispered.

“Sed and Jessica. Looks like they’re back together.”

“Are they in here with us?”

He chuckled. “No, baby. They left.”

The mattress beside her sagged.

She leaned toward him, disappointed when she found nothing but empty space beside her. “Are you going to let me off the hook?”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her from her knees. Her hands came loose from the chain above her head.

She chuckled. “I didn’t mean literally. Are you finished torturing me with pleasure then?”

He massaged her hands, returning circulation to her fingers. He kissed each fingertip, sucking gently, before massaging each knuckle with a gentle pressure. She hadn’t even realized her hands were numb. Every sense was tuned to pleasure. Discomfort didn’t register. “Do you want me to be done?” he asked.

That was a difficult question to answer. He played her body like a mastered instrument. Within a few minutes, she knew she’d be begging him to fuck her again. “I’m not sure. How long are you going to make me wait before you give me what I need?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never had a woman make it this long before.”

So if she held out for a while longer, that would make her special to him. Is that what he was hinting at? His lips brushed a sensitive spot below her ear. She turned her face toward him and inhaled his scent. A hint of mild aftershave. A heap of hot male.

“I’m pretty sure I can keep going for hours,” he whispered. His deep voice toyed with the nerve endings in the skin along her spine. She wanted more of him—his scent, his taste, his voice. The tools he used to excite her were exceptional, but the man in charge held a far greater appeal.

“Hours?”

“If you want me to.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, still rubbing her hands. Her fingers were tingling now.

He pushed her back down on the bed. “Put your arms over your head,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her arms as she obeyed. He fastened her restraints over her head and then grabbed her hips to pull her down the bed and make the chain taut. “Lift your hips for me.”

She was used to issuing orders to men, not taking them. Why was she so willing to submit to this man? Because she knew he was going to make it worth her while, that’s why.

When she lifted her hips, he slid a couple of pillows under her lower back, tilting her pelvis up and lifting her butt off the bed. With one hand on each thigh, he spread her legs apart.

“If you stay like that, I won’t restrain your legs.”

She chuckled. “I already know I won’t be able to stay like this once you get to work.”

Rough beard stubble scraped her inner thigh. A smooth fabric soothed the slight sting, and then a cool tongue traced the same path. He repeated the action on the other thigh—rough, smooth, cool. It reminded her how achy she felt as it directed her attention to the emptiness between her thighs. Something hot trickled over one hip bone and then the other. She sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. Paraffin. She could smell it. The liquid heat burned a path above her mound as if he were framing her throbbing pussy with a triangle of wax. A single drop of hot wax splashed on her pubis. Jace’s finger traced a path around the drop, drawing her attention to the cooling substance until it hardened, and she couldn’t feel it any longer. A second drop of wax near the first—more tracing.

“Jace.”

Another splash of hot wax. This time he traced the drop with ice. She gyrated, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her legs together and rub her clit between her swollen labia to get off.

“Hold still.”

“I’m trying.” She gasped. “This makes me want you.”

She felt him move away and heard the candle being set on the table. Ice clinked, and then he moved between her legs, spreading them wide and holding them open with his shoulders. His fingers held her labia open, and the first drop of ice-cold water struck her clit. She jerked.

“Shh. Hold still.” His words were garbled around the ice in his mouth. His aim was remarkable. Each drop struck her overstimulated clit, but sought a different pathway over her lips, opening, and ass. Drip. Drip. Drip. His sweet torture was too much to bear. She shifted her legs from his shoulders and clamped her thighs on his head. Digging her feet into his back, she pulled his face into her pussy.

“Ah God, lick it, Jace. Suck it.”

He worked an ice cube inside her with his tongue. She shuddered.

“Fuck me, please. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me.”

He pulled her legs apart to free his head.

“I guess you aren’t ready for the entire sequence yet,” he said. “Maybe next time.”

There was more?

She heard something crinkle. A condom wrapper? Thank God he wasn’t going to leave her like this. He released her from the chain above her head. She reached for her blindfold, but he flipped her onto her stomach, shoved her face into the mattress, and entered her with one deep thrust. She cried out, an orgasm shaking her core. She rocked back to meet his deep thrusts, her juices and the melting ice dripping down her thighs. She’d never needed to be fucked so badly in her life. And he was giving her exactly what she needed. Her wrists were still joined by the restraints, so she moved both hands between her thighs, rubbing her clit, while he pounded into her. She came again with a startled cry, trembling uncontrollably. Cool, slippery fingers massaged her anus, slipped inside. Again. Lubricating her ass. Oh, yes. She wanted it there too. Jace pulled out, and before she could protest, he spread her ass cheeks and plunged his huge cock into her ass.

She gasped.

He hesitated. “You okay?”

She hoped her indiscernible moans sounded like agreement. He pulled back slowly. Just before he fell free, she lunged back against him, taking him deep again. “Oh God, Jace. Fuck my ass. Yes. Fuck every inch of me.”

She slid three fingers into her pussy, her restraints limiting her motions.

“My cock’s not enough for you?” he asked, pulling her hair as he thrust into her ass relentlessly.

“More. Please, more.”

He pulled out.

“No!” she cried desperately.

He pulled her fingers out of her pussy and replaced it with something thick, long, and cold. Some sort of phallus, with a second attachment that touched her clit. The device hummed to life, vibrating against her clit, and writhing inside her body. “Oh,” she purred.

He buried his cock in her ass again. “Is that enough for you?”

She couldn’t respond. She was coming too hard. And screaming. She couldn’t stop screaming. She wasn’t sure how long Jace kept her like that, bucking against him, taking everything he had to give and craving more. She collapsed eventually, trembling with a mixture of fulfillment and exhaustion.

“You done?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. “Yes. Yes… thank you.”

He pulled out and removed the churning vibrator from her body. She rolled onto her side and watched him remove the condom. He was still hard. He hadn’t followed her down the road to bliss this time. She realized it was because while he had given her what she needed, she hadn’t done the same for him. He needed pain to come.

“Come here,” she murmured drowsily.

He pointed toward the exit. “I’m just going to—”

“Come here,” she demanded.

When he was within reach, she tugged him onto the bed. Flattening him on his back, she took his cock into her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. As she pleasured his shaft with her mouth, she squeezed his balls rhythmically with her hand. The pain soon had him gasping with excitement.

“Aggie,” he whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Aggie, you’re gonna make me come.”

Well, yeah, that was the idea.

She bobbed her head faster, sucked harder, squeezed rhythmically. His unexpected, excited vocalizations started to excite her again. Two minutes ago she would have said she’d had enough orgasms in the past half hour to last her a lifetime. She was already reevaluating that analysis. Jace cried out and pulled her head away as he sputtered with release. His cum splattered over his flat belly.

She watched in confusion. “Why didn’t you let me have that?”

He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at her. “You wanted it?”

“I begged you to fuck me in the ass, Jace. That requires a fair amount of intimacy.”

“You were so turned on I could have done anything I wanted to you.”

She grinned and then laughed, remembering where she’d been only minutes before. “True.”

She settled beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers toying with the fluids on his belly. His breathing slowed and became even.

“Jace?” she whispered.

“Hmm,” he murmured drowsily.

“I think you should know that I don’t take many lovers.”

“Really? Why’s that?”

“As a rule, I don’t like men.”

“You’re a lesbian?”

She laughed. “That’s not what I meant. I’m around men all the time and see what they’re like—doesn’t do much for my libido. You, on the other hand, have me set on full throttle.”

“I’m… glad.” He snored softly as he succumbed to his exhaustion.

Aggie slapped his belly, and he grunted awake.

“I’m having a moment here,” she said.

“Sorry. What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. What are you thinking?”

“I like this—whatever this is between us.”

She grinned. “I like it too.”

“Can I sleep now?”

“For a little while. I want to see if I can take your pleasure torture longer next time.”

“You did pretty good the first time.” He stroked her hair.

A woman’s cries of sexual excitement carried from the front of the bus through the bedroom door. Aggie lifted her head.

“What was that?”

“Jessica, I presume.”

A deep voice answered the higher pitched cries of ecstasy.

“And Sed. I guess they really are back together.”

Aggie had completely forgotten they’d barged in earlier. They’d seen her defenseless and needy. Now that she had regained her wits, it bothered her. It was bad enough that Jace had seen her that way—so unlike herself. So powerless, she’d actually begged. “I should probably go. I have several sessions tonight.” She’d feel better after she made a few submissives lick her boots.

Jace lifted his head to look at her. “Sessions?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She trailed a finger down his belly between the bumps that made up his six-pack. This guy’s body really was amazing in so many ways. And that sexually inventive mind of his? Oh, my God. “If you stop by later tonight, I’ll treat you to a free session. Around midnight?”

His cock twitched and began to swell.

“Were you serious when you said you don’t fuck clients?” he asked.

Why had he asked her that? “You’re the first. I’m not sure what it is about you that made me break my own rules.”

Jace eased from under her body and climbed to his feet. “I need to go visit Trey in the hospital now.”

From the outer cabin of the bus, Jessica and Sed’s vocalizing came to an abrupt end. Jace wiped the cum from his belly with a dirty shirt and slid into his jeans. He opened the door. “Is it safe to come out now?” he called down the corridor.

Why did Aggie get the feeling he was trying to escape? Typical man—getting what he wanted in the bedroom and then losing interest. She was going to whip him good for this.