Deceived 4 - The Wedding (7 page)

I squirmed in my seat. It was hard for me to trust
the game when I’d lost so many hands earlier. The next round began and the dealer dealt me an ace and a king. That was Blackjack.
Yes!
I won my money back two and a half times. Just like that. I now had twenty thousand dollars in chips on the table. Patrick high-fived me, as he had turned twenty and also won. He now had sixteen thousand in front of him. “Can I take them
now
?” I asked him with pleading eyes.

Patrick
shook his head and said, “One last time and then we’ll quit. Win or lose.”

“One last time?”
I squeaked. “I think we should just quit while we’re ahead.”

“You can quit
, it’s your money. But I’m playing one last time,” he said firmly.

I held out my hand to take the money but stopped short of taking the chips. “Stop being such a chicken
, Chloe,” a voice in my head sang. I pulled back my hand…empty.

W
e both had all our chips in play. Gambling with a total of thirty-six thousand dollars was nothing for Patrick, of course, but for me it was gigantic.

My heart was
hammering in my chest as the dealer gave me the cards. A ten and a seven. I hadn’t seen much luck with that hand so far tonight, so it didn’t look good. Patrick had an eight and drew a nine. Also, seventeen. Now it was down to what the dealer would get. She was showing a two and turned a six.
Damn!
She now had eight and any picture card or a ten would give her eighteen which would beat both our hands.

“Here goes,” she said with a smile, knocked the table
with her knuckles for good luck and turned an eight.
Yes!
Sixteen. We were still in the game and suddenly we had the upper hand. She still had one more card to turn. Any card higher than a five would make her go bust and we would win thirty six thousand. Any card lower and we would lose it all. Slowly, she turned over her last card. Thank you, Jesus! It was the queen of hearts. Never in my life had I been so happy to see that card. I bounced up and down of my seat with delight and Patrick and I high-fived each other once again as she counted out our winnings.

Patrick asked the dealer to exchange the chips to a higher domination and as we left the table
I had forty thousand dollars burning a hole in my hand.

I felt as if I
were high on drugs as I leaned into Patrick and gave him a smoldering kiss. “Thank you, baby. It was a fun way to learn Blackjack.”

He
held his arms around me and squeezed my butt. “The winning way is always the fun way.”

“Let’s go up to our room,” I groaned as took his arm and
we headed back to the elevators.

Unlike the regular elevators, those leading
to the penthouse suites were in a separate hallway. They needed a room key to operate so only people who had a suite could use these. Patrick slid his key card into the slot and seconds later the doors opened. Once inside I leaned up against his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. I traced a finger across his lower lip and all the way down to his crotch. “Winning brings out the sex nymph in me. I’m already wet,” I whispered in his ear.

“Oh, I like that. We should gamble more often.”

Remembering the sex dream I had during the flight to Vegas, I reached over to the bank of elevator buttons and pressed the red stop button. “There’s something about the contained space in an elevator that makes me so hot,” I whispered and started massaging his cock through his pants.

“Me too, baby,” he said
mumbled as his lips pressed hard onto mine in a deep kiss. His hands groped my breasts, squeezing as he breathed heavily. He ran his hands down my sides and stopped at my hips, pushing me away. “I could do it right now, baby, but let me stop you.” He reluctantly pulled away from my kiss. “Unless you are ready to shoot a public sex tape…” He nodded his head in direction of the top corner. He turned me around so I could see and pulled me into a hug, with his arms circled around my waist from behind. “See that black round ball?”

I looked up
and noticed a black glass dome mounted in the top corner of the elevator.

“That’s a security camera. There’re
people watching us right now,” he whispered with a snicker in my ear.

Beet red in
the face, I covered my mouth with my hand and bent over, giggling. “Oh crap. Let’s get to our suite then.” Patrick pushed the button and the elevator continued its fast assent to our penthouse.

Once in
our suite we fell into the room, giggling and laughing, making jokes about how embarrassing it would be for an “elevator scene” to end up posted on the internet for all to see. I would die if something like that got out.

I kicked off my shoes and fell back on the bed as Patrick poured himself another Scotch from the bar in the bedroom.

“What would you like to drink, my dear?”

“Mix me something sexy and hot. I want a hot drink to go with my hot guy.”

A mischievous smile spread across Patrick’s face as he set out a glass on the bar top. “Hmmm. I think you will need several drinks. We can start with a ‘Buttery Nipple,’ then give you a ‘Wet Pussy,’ and finish you off with a ‘Screaming Orgasm.’ How does that sound?”

I reached over and dimmed the lights with the
switch and eagerly peeled off my dress over my head. I lay back on the bed trying to strike a seductive pose in my red lace bra and panty set. “I think we should go straight to the ‘Wet Pussy.’ I don’t think there are all the ingredients behind that bar for those drinks.” I giggled. “A glass of wine will do and I’ll just have to use my imagination.”

Patrick gave me a devious look and said, “I don’t think you’ll
have to use your imagination.” He walked over to the red suitcase and flipped open the lid, revealing all the sex toys we had discovered earlier. He held one up in the air and said, “We have these.”

I gasped at the giant dil
do he held in his hand. “Oh my God, Patrick. We shouldn’t. Those aren’t ours.”

“They’re still in the package, they aren’t used.
” He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a yellow 1,000 dollar chip. Using his thumb, he flicked the chip into the suitcase. There, consider it a ‘usage’ fee. Let’s try them out.” He wiggled his eyebrows and took a sip of Scotch.

I jumped up off the bed and went over to the suitcase. Riffling through the products I said, “
I mean, I know vibrators, but I don’t even know what some of these thing are. Like this,” I pulled out a package and read out loud off the box, “Exotics COLT Waterproof Power Anal-T. Ouch. That looks really big. Look it comes with a remote control. Well, at least it’s waterproof, thank God.” I laughed sarcastically, like I had any experience with these things. Patrick began to pick out items from our treasure chest and tossed them on the bed, making a pile of the ones he wanted to try. “How about this?”

He held up the package and my eyes widened as I read the description, “Screw nipple clamps with chain clit clamp.
Oh, no way.” I snatched it out of his hand and tossed it back into the suitcase as he picked up a package of three toys for anal use. I grabbed his wrist so I could check it out before he put it in the “to be tried” pile. It was a set of butt plugs which included anal beads. “Wait, let me see that. Anal Trainer Kit. Okay, I could use that. I definitely need some training first before we try that.”

Patrick leaned close and traced his finger along the rise of my breasts. Slipping a finger under the lace edge of my bra he looked down at me and
spoke in a low heavy voice. “My cock is getting hard. All these things are giving me ideas of what I want to do to you.”

I looked into his eyes. They were filled with heat and desire.

“Baby, there’s just one more I want to try.” I showed him the package and read off the description. “Cock Ring and Ball Holster. Look, it has separate dedicated rings for both your shaft and your boys.” I tried to keep a straight face but the picture on the package of someone wearing the “holster” didn’t look very comfortable to me. I turned the package over and continued reading out loud again. “There’s an endorsement on the back. It’s someone’s review of it. “
This holster will put your junk at attention and keep it there! Great addition to my toy collection. Great value”.” I added it to our pile on the bed. “Well, there you go cowboy, get a grip on your pistol and wear your holster.”

We both laughed and Patrick pulled me
against his chest.

“I don’t think I need any help with my cock.
I get hard as a rock just looking at you.” He drew in a sharp breath between his teeth. “Look at you here, teasing me with your nice round breasts pushed up like that in that bra.” He pushed up my breasts hard so they popped out of the top even more. “Let me see those nipples. I want to lick them,” he growled and his lips came down on mine softly. I ran my hands up his chest and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“If I’m experimenting with this stuff, you have to try something new
, too. You might like it.”

He gave
a wicked laugh, low and throaty, like he was the Big Bad Wolf, about to eat me up. “So, good little Chloe wants to try some new things? Wants to be naughty…I like it.”

I dove onto the bed eagerly, giving a shove to the decorative pillows to clear the bed. The pile of sex toys went flying off the bed with the pillow
s as I landed spread eagle on the mattress. “Take off those clothes, cowboy and get your holster on,” I teased as Patrick quickly unbuckled his belt and tore off the remainder of his clothes. I reached down to the floor and picked up the cock ring. “Let’s try this one first, I want to see your cock with the black studded leather around it and your balls all squished up.” I dangled the package in front of me.

Patrick stood naked at the foot of the bed ready to pounce on me. “No way, I want your ass
, baby. Let’s try the anal beads.”

I made a face like I wasn’t sure. “I want to spread your soft white cheeks and have you in your ass.”

He would be the first and the sight of him
, blazing hot desire from his eyes, made me want to let him. I reached out and ran my hands down the taut muscles of his stomach. His body was so fine. A rush of excitement zipped through my body. I ran my hands lower, to his manhood, and closed my fingers around it. He responded with a moan of pleasure. I scooted closer to the edge of the bed and massaged his cock. I rubbed it and pushed it in the valley of my breasts. “Oh, Chloe, I can never get enough of you.” He ripped the straps of my bra off both shoulders at once, demanding I remove it.

“Let me fuck your tits, baby
,” he growled.

I tossed the bra to the floor and returned to
pleasuring him, catching his cock between my ample breasts, rocking and pushing them together for a tighter fit as he reached down and fondled my nipple with his thumb. He had brought a small bottle of lubricant from the suitcase and sprayed a generous amount on my breasts. Gently, he moved my head back so he could get a better view of his cock working between my breasts.

“That looks so good, ba
by. I love watching your face when I fuck you.”

With a nudge of his hand, I fell back onto the bed, lying o
n my back. With eyes brimming with lust, he slipped his fingers under the edges of my panties and slid them down over my hips. He paused at my crotch a moment and inhaled, then sucked up the lips of my pussy in a brief kiss, as he finished removing the panties. “Mmmm. I’ll be back for this in a moment.”

When he dropped the panties to the floor he put a knee on the bed to climb up on me. I retreated farther up the king sized bed
, staring in awe at his massive erection.

“Wait
, let’s try something that vibrates.”

He stopped his advance and lowered himself to the bed
, slowly tracing his fingers up the inside of my thigh as I twisted to search for the one I wanted. His lips nibbled and kissed over the path his fingers had followed. The idea of the cock ring with an attached vibrator had piqued my interest and my clit was happily awaiting how it would feel. I sprang up with it in hand. “How about this one?”

A smile widened across Patrick’s face and I ripped open the package.

I shoved it at him and said, “Here, put it on.”

He pulled back like it was co
ntaminated and said, “I don’t know how to put that thing on. I thought cock rings were only for guys who needed help keeping an erection and, as you can see, I’m not one those guys.”

“No, it says on the package that it intensifies your experience.”

We both laughed and stared at his protruding erection, pointing toward the ceiling. “Maybe I should’ve put it on before I got so big.”

I slung the thing on my index finger like I was wearing a ring and twirled it around. I scratched my head in thought then made an attempt to put the device on his stiff cock. I didn’t want to hurt him so I delicately placed it on the tip of his penis. It fell to the bed.

I frowned at his penis. “I think you’d better try.”

Patrick made a face and said, “Well
, so far, this is really sexy.”