Kelsey actually got away without a spanking. She was so happy she giggled all the way to their room and Ty didn’t have the heart to spoil her good time. Yes, she’d acted a little wild, but he should have known better than to let her go off with that redheaded vixen. As soon as they got to their suite she collapsed on the sofa and held out her hand, admiring her ring.
“Gosh Ty, in a few hours we’ll be married and I’ll be Mrs. Ty McCarthy,” she said grinning from ear to ear. “I can hardly believe it. If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”
Ty tossed his jacket over the chair and sat down beside her, pulling her feet onto his lap and slipping her heels off. Gently he massaged her feet as she sighed in delight.
“It’s not a dream sweetie and you can plan on waking up in my arms every day for the rest of your life, but about tonight…”
“Are you angry, Ty?” she asked, suddenly worried and biting the nail of her index finger.
“I was, at first. Seeing you on stage with that man made my blood boil.”
“So you’re not mad anymore?” she sighed in relief as she scooted onto his lap, straddling his hips and undoing his tie.
“No, I guess a girl has a right to cut loose every once in a while, just don’t think you’ll be making a habit of it,” he warned. “Besides, I think we gave those women something special to remember about their trip to sin city,” he added grinning.
“That kiss was something special, wasn’t it Ty?” she sighed, nibbling on his lips and emitting breathy little puffs. “I swear I thought I was going to faint right on the spot.”
“I would have caught you,” he assured her, his hands moving up and down her spread thighs. “Never worry about that honey. I’ll always be there to catch you if you fall.” Ty’s hands moved to grasp her hips and pulled her snugly against his rapidly growing erection. In about three minutes he would be ready to throw her back on the sofa if she didn’t stop grinding her pretty little pussyagainst him. It was the words she spoke next that shocked him, scattering his thought like leaves in the wind.
“Ty,” she whispered, “If you want to spank me…I mean if you think it would make you feel better, you can,” she offered, blushing wildly. “I know I wasn’t exactly ‘your angel’ tonight.”
Ty took several moments to collect his thoughts. Images flashed through him so quickly he could hardly speak. Kelsey over his knee, submitting to him willingly. Kelsey with her beautiful little bottom rosy and warm from his correction and God, even thoughts of taking her temperature to see if he could make her as hot on the outside as she was on the inside. One more wiggle, as she waited for his answer, would send him over the edge. Grasping her hips, he held her in place and tried to calm his breathing.
“I appreciate your offer, Sweet Pea, but I think you need to understand a couple of things. If I want to spank you, I will, whether you offer or not. On the other hand, if you want an erotic spanking, and you’ve been a good girl, I’ll be happy to grant your request. As far as tonight, I fully intended to blister your bottom good when we got up here, but on second thought I decided waiting until tomorrow would suit me better,” he said, moving his hand to the zipper of her dress and sliding it down.
“Why?” she asked softly, slightly disappointed and slightly relieved.
“Tomorrow you will stand before the minister and promise to love, honor and obey me. I think having a hot little bottom while you speak those words will mean a great deal to me. It certainly will be a memory I will cherish and will be your way of submitting to my authority, always. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ty,” she sighed as he lowered the bodice of her dress and freed her breasts. “But can we still…you know tonight? I really need you and I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if you don’t make love to me.”
“Angel, by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me to let you go to sleep,” he promised as he stood with her clinging to him.
“Don’t bet on it,” she shot back with a gleam in her eye. “I’m pretty wide awake.”
Ty threw his head back and laughed all the way to the bedroom.
Chapter Twenty
Erica stumbled from the bed, barely able to make out the time on the clock. Staggering to the bathroom, she never noticed John sitting in the bedroom chair, one long leg crossed over the other or heard him call for room service as she turned on the shower. Her head was throbbing, her expensive dress was on the bathroom floor and there were wads of crumpled bills on the vanity. God, what happened last night she wondered as the water cascaded over her? The last thing she remembered was joking around with some guys about lap dancing. Suddenly they were plying her with drinks and doubting her abilities.
As the water woke her up, she remembered stuffing bills down her bodice and making her way around the table, laughing her ass off. Well, she still had her panties on when she got out of bed and there was no stranger in it, so that was a plus.
She gasped out loud as she remembered a stern faced John, plucking her off some guys lap and oh my God, she thought she took a swing at him! Covering her face with her hands she took several deep cleansing breaths. Poor John, he was such a nice, sweet guy and he had no idea what he was letting himself in for when he accepted her invitation to accompany her to Vegas.She’d wanted to go in the worst way, but didn’t want to be the only one without an escort. He seemed to be the perfect choice.
John was amazing to look at with his tall, lanky body and brilliant smile. Older than her for sure, his confident persona and quiet manor appealed to her. She had done his interview personally and he was basically looking for companionship, nothing heavy duty or over the top as far as sexual requirements, and well, she could be a decent companion. He was wealthy, although she didn’t know how wealthy, she knew it was old money and he was a gentleman. Yes, a girl could do a lot worse for a wedding date and now he probably wouldn’t even speak to her, let alone escort her to the wedding. He might even decide to leave Sugar Babies’ exclusive client list. Shit!
Erica completed her shower as quickly as she could, given that she was still quite shaky. Stepping from the tub, she dried her body and wrung most of the water from her hair. She needed coffee, and soon. Leaning closer to the mirror she almost groaned. It would take a ton of make-up to hide this hangover, she realized. Slipping on the over-sized robe provided by the hotel, she fluffed her long, dark hair and entered the bedroom.
Immediately she could smell the coffee and followed her nose to the sitting room. John rose when she entered the room and pulled out a chair for her to sit at the table.
“John, you’re a life saver,” she sighed sitting and waiting impatiently for the coffee he was pouring. Adding cream, she brought the cup to her nose and inhaled deeply before taking a sip and moaning in appreciation. “This is wonderful. Thank you,” she said, curling her bare toes into the carpet.
It didn’t escape her notice that he never spoke, just began removing domed covers off silver dishes and fixing what she assumed was his plate. Instead, he placed the plate before her and began fixing his own.
“Um, thanks, but I never eat breakfast,” she said apologetically, shrugging her slim shoulders. “Coffee is all I need.”
John opened her linen napkin with a snap and placed in on her lap, as her mouth dropped open.
