And as I discovered tonight, my little brat wasn’t such a hardcore masochist after all. If she had been, James probably would’ve been all over it. Alison for sure was a masochist, but if her security with cuddling me like this meant anything, I was pretty sure there was also a sweet baby girl in there too. And I was very interested in finding her.
5
Sam
Alison’sgreen eyes lit up when she saw me enter the club. I smiled at her as I walked toward the check-in desk. She wore a black tank top that hugged her breasts and exposed her beautiful skin. Her glossy, pink candy lips parted and spread into a smile.
“Hi, Sam!” she greeted me as she set her pen down. “Are you here to play tonight?” she asked hesitantly. She glanced at her cell phone for the time. “I’m watching the front desk until 9:00 p.m.”
I didn’t want her to get her hopes up for a play session with me tonight because I had no intention to play. I came only to observe Josh. While I hadn’t intended on telling her too much about that, I also didn’t want her to fear or get jealous.
“It’s no problem, Alison. I wasn’t going to play tonight. Instead, I came to observe Josh a little.”
“Observe him?” Alison laughed and nodded at me. “Well, observe away. I think he’ll enjoy the attention. He’s wearing this bright red jockstrap, and I told him to make sure he dries his pecker off if he has to go to the bathroom before sticking it back in the jock. Otherwise, he’ll walk around looking like a fool with a wet tip … or someone will assume it’s pee or pre-cum. I warned him of both.”
Ah, there’s my firecracker.
“That was kind of you,” I said sarcastically.
“What?” Alison asked incredulously. “It was kind of me to warn him? Josh can be oblivious, and I don’t want him unable to find a play partner because he has a wet jock look going on.”
“My sweet little masochist,” I said softly as I leaned on the desk and stared at her.
Her facial expression softened, and she nervously tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear. Alison’s cheeks had turned a slight shade of pink. A sweet smile spread across her face. She looked down at the paper in front of her and then back up at me. The strand of hair popped back over her ear when she looked down.
“What?” she asked and giggled. “There are some colors that show off certain things that aren’t always flattering.”
“I understand,” I replied.
I reached out and pushed the strand of hair over her ear again. My fingertips slid down the back of her ear and then traced her jawline down to her chin. Taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I gently squeezed it as I smiled. Her fireball attitude ridiculing Josh’s attire had calmed down considerably. Alison just needs attention and some physical contact.
“I bet you could have found a better way to share your thoughts on the color red on a jockstrap in perhaps a kinder way,” I said. She looked upward as one side of her mouth curled in consideration.
“Yes, I suppose I could have,” she agreed with me. Hopefully, it would be something she would consider, or at least think about the next time she was about to toss out a jab. Our small chat about that was enough for now. We’d have more lengthy discussions on the matter.
The more I stood in front of her with the desk separating us, the more I had the urge to kiss her. My hand on the soft skin of her chin had made me want to taste those candy lips.
“Are you planning on arranging a play session after 9:00?” I inquired.
I was a bit torn over if I wanted her to play tonight. Part of me just wanted her to safely go home and not engage with anyone, while the other part of me wanted her to feel fulfilled. But I didn’t really want anyone else fulfilling her. Especiallyfillingher.
“I’m not sure. I’m kind of tired, but I might see what’s going on in the main room when I get done at the desk.”
I continued to gaze at her, taking in those beautiful green eyes. I couldn’t wait to have those eyes looking up at me as she sucked my cock. Selfishly, I didn’t want her to play with anyone. I had to be mindful and respectful of her space. However, she was under my care now.
“Did you play with yourself today yet?” I boldly asked.
Her pink cheeks turned bright red, and I couldn’t help but smile. I reached out and brushed her warm cheek with the back of my hand.
“Lovely, sweetheart. Your skin reacts beautifully to me.”
Alison smiled and nodded.
“I did,” was her simple reply. I could feel myself start to stiffen as I leaned against the front of the counter.
“When?”
“Before I got out of bed this morning.”
