the population of Vegas…and I just couldn’t let her go out in it.”
He chuckled. “She knows that dress is for me alone. I don’t know why she packs
it. Every time I manage to find a way to keep her from wearing it.”
Licking his lips, Zeb tried to imagine what
was so special about the dress that Nicky went to such lengths. “Must be some
helluva dress.”
“Fuck, you have no idea. It’s strapless and
shows off her tits, while the top of it cinches tight around her waist before
falling over those hips clear down to the floor. It’s made out of some sparkly
material I can’t help but touch.”
“Sounds like a classic black dress.”
Nicky groaned. “Nothing classic about it,
Zeb. Not only is it backless, it also has a split up the side that’s so high,
if she breaths wrong it shows off her sexy garters and thigh highs. I swear she
loves teasing me. Just like she is right now. Evil little wench knows we can’t
do anything, and is strutting around in just her underwear.”
“Oh quit bitchin’, Nicky, you were the one
who got me all wet. Besides making you all hot and bothered is part of being
your sub. Why else do you think I lug that dress to each conference. I’m hoping
for a repeat of the last time I managed to keep it on for more than five
minutes.”
Zeb struggled to contain his groan. They
were killing him. Fuck! His hand
dropped to his dick and he gave it a hard squeeze, as Nicky chuckled evilly and
promised something better than a repeat if she brought it again. When he
threatened to warm her ass if she didn’t put some clothing on, Zeb whimpered.
“Please…”
“Hey, we’re not fighting, Zebadiah…what’s
wrong?”
“Noth…nothing.” Nicky’s concern wasn’t lost
on him, but Steph’s sexy giggle had pushed him over the edge. Tugging his lip
between his teeth, he slid his hand up and down his length. If he was quiet,
they wouldn’t know. They’d never guess he was stroking his cock and getting off
on their voices.
“Are you sure? You don’t sound like
yourself. We’re just screwing around. You know how Steph is.” The gruff tone
Nicky used didn’t surprise Zeb. He knew his friend wouldn’t hurt Steph. In a
way, Nicky reminded him of a big teddy bear. Gentle despite his size.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” He kept his voice steady
as his fist slowly picked up speed. Damned if it didn’t feel good. All he
needed now was to hear Nicky or Steph. “…so Steph was saying…you had a good
turnout…” He clenched his jaw, as the words came out a bit more raspy than he’d
intended.
“Yeah. The line stayed full the entire time
of the signing. My hand aches like a bitch from signing all those books, but
I’ll have Steph massage it later tonight. She always knows how to work the
kinks out…”
Zeb’s breath caught in his throat as his
hand moved faster.
* * * *
Nicky
covered the mouthpiece of the phone as Steph dropped to her knees next to him.
When she reached for his zipper, he hissed at her. “What are you doing?”
She flashed a smile at him. “Getting you
ready for dinner, Master.” Then she tugged his cock out of the silk slacks he’d
donned. He immediately went from half hard to fully erect under her gentle
touch. His breath hissed as she lapped at the head. Her pretty blue eyes were
mischievous. “Just make sure you keep talking to him. He’ll never know. Besides
think how hard you’ll come - knowing he’s totally unaware?”
“Fuck.” He grabbed her head, as she slid
her mouth down his length. The little minx was using his own fantasy against
him. He never should have mentioned he’d been tempted, more than once, to jerk
off while talking to Zeb. How hot he thought it would be to come while the man
talked about something innocent like his bakery. He should’ve realized his
submissive would do everything she could to make sure his fantasy came true.
But instead of calling a halt to her play, he was helpless as his blood had
rushed south. And damned if
He chuckled. “She knows that dress is for me alone. I don’t know why she packs
it. Every time I manage to find a way to keep her from wearing it.”
Licking his lips, Zeb tried to imagine what
was so special about the dress that Nicky went to such lengths. “Must be some
helluva dress.”
“Fuck, you have no idea. It’s strapless and
shows off her tits, while the top of it cinches tight around her waist before
falling over those hips clear down to the floor. It’s made out of some sparkly
material I can’t help but touch.”
“Sounds like a classic black dress.”
Nicky groaned. “Nothing classic about it,
Zeb. Not only is it backless, it also has a split up the side that’s so high,
if she breaths wrong it shows off her sexy garters and thigh highs. I swear she
loves teasing me. Just like she is right now. Evil little wench knows we can’t
do anything, and is strutting around in just her underwear.”
“Oh quit bitchin’, Nicky, you were the one
who got me all wet. Besides making you all hot and bothered is part of being
your sub. Why else do you think I lug that dress to each conference. I’m hoping
for a repeat of the last time I managed to keep it on for more than five
minutes.”
Zeb struggled to contain his groan. They
were killing him. Fuck! His hand
dropped to his dick and he gave it a hard squeeze, as Nicky chuckled evilly and
promised something better than a repeat if she brought it again. When he
threatened to warm her ass if she didn’t put some clothing on, Zeb whimpered.
“Please…”
“Hey, we’re not fighting, Zebadiah…what’s
wrong?”
“Noth…nothing.” Nicky’s concern wasn’t lost
on him, but Steph’s sexy giggle had pushed him over the edge. Tugging his lip
between his teeth, he slid his hand up and down his length. If he was quiet,
they wouldn’t know. They’d never guess he was stroking his cock and getting off
on their voices.
“Are you sure? You don’t sound like
yourself. We’re just screwing around. You know how Steph is.” The gruff tone
Nicky used didn’t surprise Zeb. He knew his friend wouldn’t hurt Steph. In a
way, Nicky reminded him of a big teddy bear. Gentle despite his size.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” He kept his voice steady
as his fist slowly picked up speed. Damned if it didn’t feel good. All he
needed now was to hear Nicky or Steph. “…so Steph was saying…you had a good
turnout…” He clenched his jaw, as the words came out a bit more raspy than he’d
intended.
“Yeah. The line stayed full the entire time
of the signing. My hand aches like a bitch from signing all those books, but
I’ll have Steph massage it later tonight. She always knows how to work the
kinks out…”
Zeb’s breath caught in his throat as his
hand moved faster.
* * * *
Nicky
covered the mouthpiece of the phone as Steph dropped to her knees next to him.
When she reached for his zipper, he hissed at her. “What are you doing?”
She flashed a smile at him. “Getting you
ready for dinner, Master.” Then she tugged his cock out of the silk slacks he’d
donned. He immediately went from half hard to fully erect under her gentle
touch. His breath hissed as she lapped at the head. Her pretty blue eyes were
mischievous. “Just make sure you keep talking to him. He’ll never know. Besides
think how hard you’ll come - knowing he’s totally unaware?”
“Fuck.” He grabbed her head, as she slid
her mouth down his length. The little minx was using his own fantasy against
him. He never should have mentioned he’d been tempted, more than once, to jerk
off while talking to Zeb. How hot he thought it would be to come while the man
talked about something innocent like his bakery. He should’ve realized his
submissive would do everything she could to make sure his fantasy came true.
But instead of calling a halt to her play, he was helpless as his blood had
rushed south. And damned if
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