4 comments/ 7300 views/ 17 favorites What Happen in Vegas... By: TheIrishTux *Author's Note: This story is purely fantasy. I am (unfortunately) not affiliated with the MGM Entertainment Group in any way shape or form, nor am I paid to shill for all the places I mention in Vegas. I just love the town. That said, for the nitpickers out there, I realize that the Forum Shops don't have Kiton suits or Belusso Watch Boutique. Kiton is at the Crystal Shoppes, and Belusso is at Palazzo (For all you millionaires reading online smut that need to know where this is, of course). I combined it all for the sake of brevity. In addition, I've never been to Zumanity, so I had to lift a few descriptions off Vegas Site to keep it believable/flowing. Finally, this is a slow burn story, with no penetration(yet), so if you're looking for a quick jerk/jill, look elsewhere. This story is pretty much straight M/F, with a dash of D/S (tied up/blindfolded with ties) if that's not your cup of tea, don't drink it. Constructive criticism is always welcome, purely spiteful/negative is not. Hope you all enjoy!* ***** Ah, the Fever. Anytime Jake started planning a trip to Las Vegas, he got it. There was something about that city that brought out the animal in him. It was the one place he could go and really let loose. There he could be anyone he wanted, leave "Boring Jake" behind, and let go of all his inhibitions. Smart idea? Perhaps not. But then again, maybe it was the best thing that ever happened to him. --- Jake had a new roommate move in a month ago, and it was causing him some distress. She wasn't messy, or loud, or rude. They got along great. Jake was, however, falling head over heels for her. Amy was amazing. She was a giant nerd, just like Jake, and they spent many an hour trash talking over Mario Kart. She told dirty jokes, drank with the guys, and had Jake hooked about a week after they met. It didn't help matters that she was stunningly beautiful. Dirty blonde hair framed a pair of the most amazing brown eyes Jake had ever seen. (I know what you're thinking, amazing brown eyes? BROWN? Hear me out.) They were some strange mix of chocolate and honey, and always seemed as though they were lit from behind. She stood no more than 5' 4", but was almost always spunky and smiling. Her body was another work of art, with long legs attached to one of the most amazing asses that Jake had ever seen. Her breasts weren't huge, not more than a B cup, but were perky and inviting regardless. Jake was losing his mind. His brain was screaming at him that this was a mistake, she was a roommate, "bad idea, bad idea, BAD IDEA!" But try as he might, Jake was losing the struggle. He was falling for her. Hard. It was on one of their many fun nights together, watching some B movie on Netflix, when the idea first sparked. Amy had been drinking almost as much as Jake had, when she noticed the game he was playing while watching the movie. "What's that?" Jake glanced over, always happy for any excuse he had to look at her. "Just a time waster app. If you don't fall for the whole microtransaction thing, you can get free comps in Las Vegas." Amy's eyes lit up more than they usually did, and her voice rose to the high pitch it reached when she was excited. "You like Vegas??? I loooove Vegas!! We should totally go sometime!" Half joking and half drunk, Jake responded "Oh yeah, you bet. Let's do it! Here, you should get the app too. We'll double our comps that way." Amy snuggled up next to Jake for the rest of the movie, which was Heaven and Hell rolled into a big ball. On one hand, she was as good at cuddling as she was at everything else, and she was so small she fit perfectly under his arm. His nose was filled with the scent of her shampoo and body wash, nearly making him drool. On the other hand, he had to use every ounce of willpower he had not to jump her every second they were in contact. Jake just looked ahead and tried to focus on the movie. The next morning, Jake was sleepily cooking some eggs for breakfast, when Amy bounced into the kitchen like she'd been up for hours. "What's up, sleepyhead?" "Amy, Jesus, it's like 7 am. Aren't you hungover at all?" Amy opened the fridge and bent over to grab some food, so of course, Jake's eyes were glued to that magnificent, sculpted rear of hers. "Nah, not really. I'm fine, you giant sissy." She punched him in the arm, and sat down next to him. Then she surprised him. "So, Jake, what about that Vegas trip?" Jake almost choked on his eggs. "You were serious about that, not just having drunk talk?" "Sure, Why not? I love Vegas and I haven't been back in forever. It'll be a blast!" "Alright, I'll get planning. I can usually get pretty good deals there, so we can do it on the cheap, too." Amy flashed her brilliant smile at him, punched him on the shoulder again, and bounced off to work for the day. As soon as she was out of the house, he slammed his head on the counter. "Goddammit." The next few weeks went by in a blur. Between planning the trip, work, other friends, and their various cuddlefests and trash talking gaming sessions, the weekend of the trip was on them before they knew it. After landing and getting their bags, they hopped on a shuttle and made their way to the MGM Grand, Jake's favorite casino. It was a decent room for a reasonable price, and it was close to all the fun of the Strip. As they waited in line to check in, Jake noticed one of the "Big Wheels" that were at nearly every casino. Casinos in Vegas always had free promo spins, usually winning buffet line passes or club comps, but hey, free was free. Jake pointed it out to Amy. "Hey, go get your free spin while I hold our place. Then I'll go," Amy didn't need any convincing and practically ran over to the wheel. Jake answered a text and looked up to see Amy beaming as she returned. "What did you win?" "2 free drinks at Hakkasan," she smirked. " I bet you get buffet passes or something. Go!" She sent Jake on his way with a playful smack on his butt. Jake jumped and just looked at her, openmouthed. "Hey," she said, lowering her sunglasses and winking at him, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Jake was still wondering if it was possible to be flirted to death when he reached the Big Wheel. The operator smiled at him and wished him luck. Jake gave the wheel a spin, and turned briefly to steal a glance at Amy. "God, she's beautiful," he thought to himself, and was still looking when the operator tapped him on the shoulder. "Congratulations, sir!" Jake looked up at the wheel and saw that it had landed on the small sliver that simply said "Jackpot". "Wow, thanks. I never win anything. What's the jackpot?" The operator just smiled at him and handed him a piece of paper. ---- Amy looked over, already bored without something to do, and saw Jake coming back, looking incredibly confused and lost. "Well, sucker, what did you win?" Jake just stared at her. She snapped her fingers in front of him, smirking. "Did you gamble your brain away already? Come on, I get half of whatever you won. What is it?" "37 million dollars." Amy laughed. " Yeah, yeah, good one. What'd you really win? Jake seemed to finally snap out of it. He looked at her and smiled. "Amy, listen. This isn't a joke. This isn't a prank. I just won 37 million dollars. They're sending over a casino host to take us to a penthouse suite. I'm...I'm a millionaire." She stared at him, bug eyed. "You- You're serious? Really? Holy shit! Holy shit! HOLY SHIT, JAKE!" Her voice started getting higher again and she wrapped her arms around Jake in a giant hug. "Dude, that's amazing! Congratulations and do I still get half?" She batted her eyes at him comically, and for no reason at all, they burst out laughing right there in the middle of the check in line. ---- The next few hours felt like a fairytale. Their new host, Sarah, had welcomed and congratulated them on their luck, and immediately took them to the coveted MGM Skylofts. Jake stepped in and his jaw dropped. The place was as big as their house. It had its own kitchen, an infinity pool, a hot tub, a fully stocked bar, and a bathroom that looked like it belonged in a palace. Sarah explained that if they needed show tickets, restaurant reservations, or anything else off the property, they could call her. Sarah also introduced Jake and Amy to James, their personal butler for the weekend, and said that he could accommodate all of their food and drink needs, as well as anything else they required. Still dazed, Jake sat down on what was perhaps the most comfortable sofa he had ever sat on. "Holy shit, Amy. I don't even know what to do now. I mean, what do you do after you basically win the lottery?" She stretched out on the long chaise next to him, looking over languidly. "Well, most people say 'I'm going to Vegas,' but we're already here, so that's out. How about a kickass restaurant? Didn't Sarah say she could get us in basically anywhere?" "Trust you to think of food," Jake shrugged. "But fancy restaurants usually require fancy clothes, and-" He didn't even finish his sentence before those unspeakably entrancing eyes of hers lit up again. "Oooooooo, that means we have to go shopping first!" She was practically bouncing off the walls. Not one to ruin the mood when she was this happy, Jake went along with her. Then the fun began. As soon as they stepped out of the room, James offered them a car and driver. Agreeing, Jake and Amy were soon whisked off to the Forum Shops at Caesar's. Amy went nuts. She was loving every second of trying on the beautiful gowns, dresses, and myriad other outfits. Jake was quite comfortable just getting one suit, having it tailored for him personally at Kiton. He was assured his suit would be ready by dinnertime, and that was when Jake felt it. The Fever. Like never before it raged through him, making him almost giddy. This was VEGAS, and he had millions of dollars at his disposal. He was invincible. Bulletproof. And he could do anything. Looking over at Amy, happily trying things on she knew she couldn't buy. Heady with the Fever, Jake walked over to her and sat down. "Hey, Amy, I've got a deal for you." "What's up?" "I will buy you any clothes you want today-" "Deal." Jake looked at her with exasperation. "I have to finish first." "I liked it just fine before." Jake put his hand over her mouth playfully. "I will buy you anything you want today... as long as you model it for me back at the room after dinner." Amy looked at Jake as though for the first time. When the hell had he grown balls? She looked him up and down, a half-smile forming on her face. "Deal." With a mischievous grin, she walked off, putting a little extra swing in her hips, knowing that Jake would probably look. She glanced in a mirror, and sure enough, he was transfixed. "Well," she thought, "I can have some fun with this." The very next shop she turned into was Victoria's Secret. Jake trailed behind, brain screaming at him, "bad idea, bad idea, BAD IDEA!" But it didn't matter. The Fever had taken hold, and Jake was on cloud 9. He waited outside for what seemed like forever, and, just for fun, went into a watch boutique. He looked around, and spotted a simple, yet elegant dress watch. Brown leather band, pink gold case, made by someone called Vacheron Constantin. A salesman approached him, wondering if he was interested. "Yes, please. May I see it?" Jake asked. The salesman opened the glass case, put on gloves, and laid the watch on a padded velvet cloth. Jake looked at the piece and thought he heard the Fever itself talking to him, whispering 'why the hell not?' He looked at the salesman and said, "It's really a beautiful piece, but I'm almost afraid to ask, how much?" The salesman tapped a few keys on his IPad, and uttered in a low voice, "after all applicable taxes, your total would be 19,372 dollars. Jake nearly passed out. Then that voice from the Fever kicked in again. 'Why the hell not?' "Alright," he said, grinning. "No problem." When Jake left the boutique sporting a watch that cost more than his first car, he noticed two things. First, Amy now had several Victoria's Secret bags on one arm, and a plain white bag that said Fredrick's. On the other arm were several bags from Gucci, Armani, and Dior. Second, Amy was licking an ice cream cone. Jesus. "W-wow," Jake stammered, "You really took me upon that offer. Are we going to have time for all these outfits before dinner?" Amy looked at him, almost flushed with excitement. "Damn straight I did. This is the best place in the world to be on a shopping spree. Besides," she said with another playful wink, "there's always after dinner." Jake performed a mock bow. "Touché. Now, put the ice cream cone down. Sarah told me this is a 16 course meal that takes 4 hours to eat. Save your appetite." Amy, who always loved food, was practically drooling. "Agh, fine. You've convinced me. How long until dinner?" Jake smirked and made a show of flashing his newest purchase and replied, "About two and a half hours." Amy rolled her eyes but took the hint. "Nice watch, geek. I don't think I've seen one of those on someone since smartphones were invented. How much did that antique set you back?" Jake took her arm and started walking back to the car. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." ---- Although the ride back was uneventful, Amy and Jake practically sprinted back to their opulent suite. Jake thanked James, and asked that he knock when it was time to leave for dinner. Turning around, Jake made his way to the large living space, where the numerous shopping bags were sprawled out. Amy was already mixing and matching. She stood up and practically ordered Jake to go to the next room so she could change. Jake stumbled out, making use of the full bar to pour himself something else he could normally never afford. Ahhh, Whisky, a man's drink. He was just sitting down when Amy came into the room. Jake nearly dropped the glass. Her first outfit was a pair of jeans that looked poured on, making her ass look -if it was even possible- even better. She wore a red silk cami, with a short, black half-jacket to complete the outfit. Amy, who normally looked so innocent and playful, had transformed into someone who looked dangerous, sexy, and confident. "So?" She asked, doing a little twirl, "what do you think?" "Wow," Jake stammered, "you look ready to kick someone's ass or fuck someone to death. It's kinda hot." Amy was cackling inside. This was fun. No harm in a little modeling show. Besides, Jake was acting...different. It actually got her a little worked up, now that she was really thinking about it. Outwardly, she grinned and did another little twirl before flouncing off to change again. Jake took a sip of his drink, hand shaking. He suddenly wondered if this was a good idea. I mean, that had just been the first outfit, and he was already having trouble containing himself. This continued for several outfits, Amy taking a wicked pleasure in teasing her friend, her outfits ranging from business professional to pure lycra workout gear (Those yoga pants though. Jesus). Finally, it was getting close to dinnertime, so Amy left to put her dinner dress on. She came back in, and Jake actually let out an audible noise. Amy was wearing the proverbial little black dress. it was cut low on her back, again outlining her *ahem* assets, curving up in an elegant halter top that showed more cleavage than Jake had ever seen her wear, and flowing beautifully down her curves until it stopped at her knees. Then the Fever came again, and the look in his eyes changed. Amy noticed it too. It was a look she'd seen in many guys' eyes before, but never expected to see from Jake. It was...hungry, almost possessive. Like Jake was an animal and she was something to devour. An unexpected shudder ran through her and her lips parted unconsciously. Realizing she was just standing there, she managed to blurt out, "How 'bout this?" Jake set his glass down and made a twirling motion with his finger. Again the shudder ran through Amy. Jake was telling her what to do? JAKE? Nevertheless, she found herself slowly turning on the spot, a warm flush rising from her chest to her cheeks as she did. She turned full circle, looking at him, that intense, desirous look still burning in his eyes. "I love it, and I think you'll have every eye in the restaurant on you." Amy blushed uncontrollably. Who WAS this? Jake was a nice guy. A goof. A roommate. A friend. Wasn't he? The reaction he was causing in her body seemed to violently disagree with her. "But you know, Amy," He started, breaking her out of her reverie. "You didn't just buy the dress today, did you?" "What do you mean?" She blanched. He couldn't mean- Jake would never say- "You had a few bags from Victoria's Secret in there, didn't you?" She stared at him, mouth agape. He was so calm, so cool, and yet that look in his eye was burning so hotly that it was actually starting to make her wet. "Well yes, but-" Thankfully, a knock on the door saved her from answering. It was James, carrying Jake's suit and informing them the car would be arriving in 10 minutes. Jake strode purposefully past Amy, uttering in a low tone as he passed, "There's always after dinner." With that, he passed out of the room to change. Amy was spinning. What was going on? Jake was being assertive, dominant even, and what was worse: It absolutely, totally turned her crank. She hadn't thought it was possible for him to act this way, but now that she was seeing it, she liked it. She REALLY liked it. Footsteps snapped her back to reality and it was Amy's turn to have her jaw drop. Jake was wearing a single-breasted, charcoal grey suit that was impeccably tailored to his body, showing off more than Amy would have given him credit for. In the time she had known him, Jake wore loose, comfortable clothing almost exclusively. She had been mistaking bulk for fat, but what she saw now was mostly muscle and sheer size. But what really made her breath catch was the shirt. It was a brilliant, royal blue that reflected in his eyes, making them appear almost blazing, sapphire blue. "Well?" Jake said, "You ready for dinner?" "Y-yeah," Amy managed to stammer. "Alrighty then." He strode past her and, Lord help her, she watched his ass the whole way out. ---- Dinner was another fairytale. Amy and Jake dined at Joel Roubuchon that night, one of the most impressive and highly regarded restaurants in the world. Every dish was cooked to perfection, every morsel tasted the best either of them had ever had. The courses ranged from a duck foie gras to Kobe A-5 steak bites, and by the time the dessert course came around, even Amy could barely look at the food. When it came time to pay the bill, Jake looked at it and felt the flush of The Fever again. The bill for dinner was just over three thousand dollars. Giddily, Jake added a 50% gratuity, because 'why the hell not?' Even double that amount was a drop in the bucket to him now. Despite all this, despite the Fever, despite the fact that he could have anything he wanted in the world now, all Jake could think about was the woman in front of him. Amy was also having distracting, albeit similar thoughts. The food had been beyond her wildest dreams, yes, but she was still puzzling over the 'New Jake'. Surely just winning some money hadn't completely changed his personality...had it? Was this dominant, confident man the same nerd that had gushed over how amazing Fallout 4 was going to be? The contrast had her spinning, and to make matters worse, that damn shirt of his made his eyes irresistible. Almost alight, those brilliant blue eyes seemed to burn through her at the same moment she felt herself falling into them. What Happen in Vegas... Ch. 02 Stays in Vegas? *Author's note: This is a continuation of 'What Happens in Vegas." It is best read from the beginning of Part 1(Duh.) As always, I am (unfortunately) not affiliated with the MGM Property, its partners, or really anything else in Las Vegas. It just makes for good smut ;) Finally, this part of the series has Jake and Amy getting involved in a little bit more rough stuff (D/S, spanking, handcuffs, blindfolds, etc.). As always, if that's not your cup of tea, don't drink it. Enjoy!* ***** Amy woke a little groggy, not to mention just a little bit sore. Pleasantly so, but sore nonetheless. Her wrists ached a little from where she had pulled against her restraints last night... Holy shit, last night, Amy thought. She rubbed her wrists absent-mindedly as she thought about the events leading up to the morning. Her roommate Jake had gone to Las Vegas with her on a budget trip, only to win a jackpot and become a millionaire. What had followed was a wild day full of extravagant shopping, fine dining, and world-class entertainment. Yeah, Amy thought, and then your "platonic roommate" made you cum so intensely that you passed out. Amy shuddered just thinking about it. Jake had seemed like a wild animal. Normally shy and nerdy, he had utterly dominated her last night. Amy had never experienced anything like that, and the first thought in her mind was that she wanted more. Boldly, she turned over to wake up Jake, only to find the bed already empty. Oh man, did Jake freak out? Amy honestly had no idea what to expect this morning, and was a little tentative about having to talk about last night in the light of day. Then the smell of something wonderful hit her nostrils, and led her toward the kitchen, where she found Jake busy cooking breakfast. Amy's jaw dropped as she looked on at the meal of eggs, bacon, hash browns and waffles laid out before her. She'd never seen Jake cook like this at home. "You can cook?" Jake jumped, visibly startled as he turned around. "Oh, you're up! No, I can't really cook like this, but it's amazing what you can do with a personal butler. I asked James to go and get all the ingredients for me, then asked him to put a chef on the phone and talk me through making it all." "How long have you been up? Its only 7 am!" "I don't think I went to sleep, then." "Jake! What the hell?!?" "I couldn't, Amy. I was just so...so up. Everything that's happened here has been like a fantasy come to life. I didn't want to go to sleep because when I woke up, I was afraid it would all be gone." Amy smiled to herself and shook her head. So the unconfident nerd was still in there, after all. She reached out and pinched him on the arm. "Shit! Amy, what was that for?" Amy laughed, piled her plate high with waffles and hash browns, and made her way over to the kitchen table. "Well, you didn't suddenly wake up, did you? You must not be dreaming!" Jake smiled at her sheer goofiness and piled his own plate high. They ate in silence for a while, just enjoying how delicious the fresh food tasted after a long night of drinking and...well, other activities. Unfortunately, it was those other activities that made the silence stretch on far longer than was comfortable. Amy took a breath to talk when Jake suddenly began to speak rapidly. "Amy, I'm so sorry. I have no idea what came over me, you just looked so amazing, and the rest of the night was so perfect I mean oh my God Amy I tied you up without asking and you freaked out it wasn't me it was the Fever and-" "Jake...Jake...JAKE!! Take a breath. Really. Calm down." Seeing Jake close his mouth and blush deeply made what she had to say next a little easier, but not much. "Jake, first of all, don't apologize. That was..." Oh God, she thought to herself, I'm blushing already. The rest of her sentence came out in a blur. "Jake, it was spectacular. I've never felt anything that came even close to what you did to me last night. I'd never been tied up before, but for some reason the way you took control just plain did it for me. Wait, fever? Are you sick?" It was Jake's turn to blush even deeper. "No, not a real fever. The Fever. Whenever I come to Las Vegas, it's like there's a little voice in my head egging me on, making me do things I normally never would. Like buying that watch yesterday. That watch cost more than my first car. Or when I brought up trying on the underwear as part of the deal. I would never be bold enough or crazy enough to do any of that normally. Vegas just sort of brings it out in me, I guess." Amy scrutinized Jake during the speech, a lot of pieces falling into place as she listened. It made a lot of sense, really. Jake had been acting differently since they got to Vegas, but then what did that mean for the two of them? If Jake was only this powerful, dominant man in Vegas, would she still be interested back home? Having seen him out of his clothes, Amy knew he was handsome enough, and certainly well-endowed, but Jake's personality at home wasn't a turn on for her. Then she realized that it didn't matter. Right now, she was in a palatial suite in Las Vegas with a well-hung, doting millionaire. What the hell was she thinking about tomorrow for? Amy smiled and reached out to take Jake's hand. "Jake, it's okay. Really. Yesterday was one of the most amazing days of my life, from the shopping, to the food, and the show, and, well, you. I loved every second of it." Jake smiled broadly, confidence buoyed. "Well, now that breakfast is done, what do you want to do? Las Vegas is our oyster. We can do anything we want." Amy thought about it for a moment, and then the answer was surprisingly clear in her head. "Anything?" "Of course." "I want you to tie me up again." Jake about choked on his bacon, coughing furiously. "I'm sorry?" "You heard me. I don't know why, but when I couldn't get my wrists free, I've never been more turned on in my entire life. Just the idea that you might not stop, even though I trust you completely to do it if I really meant it, but God, the idea that I had no control, that I was helpless...I thought I was going to burst. It was so powerful and intense and I loved it. I want it again." As Amy spoke, Jake felt his dick stir. He shifted to hide it and felt his skin get hot, his mind already reverting to his mood last night. "That does sound good, and I guarantee you it will happen today, but first I should probably go gamble at least a little. The House doesn't give you digs like this for free." Seeing Amy's face fall a little, Jake got up and stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders. "I'll make a deal with you though." Amy shivered, remembering their last "deal", then relaxed into his strong hands. "What sort of deal?" "I'm going to have Sarah set you up in the spa to be pampered like the spoiled little princess you think you are while I go bet the absolute minimum I have to so we can stay here, and then," his grip tightened, and Amy gasped as she felt him nip her ear sharply, "I'm going to come back here and fuck you like the bad girl you want to be." Amy blushed and instantly felt her nipples pucker and harden. It was all she could do to stammer "Okay." Amy showered as Jake made arrangements with Sarah and James, if showered was the correct word. She felt like she had stepped into some magical, water-based heaven. The bathroom was equipped with a Chromotherapy steam shower, the water came down from directly above her like a warm rain, and relaxing lights played in different patterns on the walls that made her feel utterly relaxed and at ease. The toiletries that had been provided were better than the ones she used at home, let alone the normal cheap stuff found in most hotels. She shuddered as she played Jake's words back in her mind, wondering what exactly he had in store for her as she slowly toweled off. This was going to be another very interesting day... ---- Jake had kept to his word and gambled the bare minimum for the comps they had received, which turned ought to be a good thing because he lost very quickly, half a million dollars flying out of his hands in two short hours. He made his way back to the suite feeling a little down, and then grinned when he realized that losing money didn't matter. The real prize was yet to come. James informed him that Amy's spa treatment would be done shortly, so Jake busied himself preparing the spacious bedroom. He had instructed James to procure a number of restraints and toys, which he now took the time to set up. Restraints were secured to the headboard, the toys and feathers hidden strategically around the bed. Jake had just finished setting everything up when Amy came in, calling his name. "Up here," said Jake, hiding behind the door. Amy came through the door, obliviously chattering about her spa day. "Jake, it was amazing! I got a hot stone massage, then they-mmmph!" Jake pounced, wrapping a hand around Amy's mouth, the other snaking around her waist and carrying her the few short steps to the bed, kicking and screaming the whole way. Jake tossed her to the bed as gently as he could, bringing her arms up to lock them in the restraints. Just as quickly, he secured a blindfold around Amy's gorgeous brown eyes. "Jake, what are you-" "Hush." This one word, surprisingly stern, both silenced and aroused Amy in equal measure. She could hear him moving around the bed, but he hadn't touched her. The anticipation was making her pant, her need turning the fear she experienced into wanton lust. She jumped a little as she felt something soft trailing up her thigh, but it wasn't Jake's finger. It was light, ephemeral...a feather? Amy jumped again as Jake spoke softly, his voice somewhere near her ear. "Amy, if you want me to stop, for real, you need to say the word 'red'. If you want me to slow down, you need to say 'yellow'. If you don't say those words, no matter how much you beg and plead, I will not stop. Do you understand?" Amy felt herself get unbearably wet at Jake's words. They were calm, but firm, as if he expected to be obeyed without question. God, he was hot when he got like this. "I understand." "Repeat it back." Amy blushed as she repeated her instructions. "I will say 'yellow' if I want you to slow down, 'red' if I want you to stop, but if I don't say that, you won't stop. "Good. Now, try to relax," he whispered, that damnable feather still tracing light, teasing patterns on her thigh, then trailing up to flit over her hips before coming down, just as lightly, on the other side. Amy was already moaning, her hips beginning to roll lightly. Jake began to torture her again, the feather running over her hardened nipples, then up behind her ear. Suddenly, she felt a sting of pain that quickly turned into something that felt very, very good. Something had hit her right on her toned rear, and it had felt amazing. She settled down as the feather continued its trail all over her body, then yelped as another sting bloomed on the other side of her rear. To Amy's embarrassment, and Jake's arousal, a long, low moan immediately followed her protestation. How long Jake kept this up, Amy didn't know, but it felt like hours. The combination of the light feather's touch and the randomly administered swats had Amy trapped somewhere between insanity and ecstasy, the feelings immensely pleasurable, but not enough to bring her to a climax. She found herself voicing what she had been thinking for what seemed like an eternity. "Jake, please. Please." "Please what, Amy?" Another spank. Another jolt of pleasure spreading throughout her body. "Please, please make me cum. I'm so close, please, Jake!" That's when she heard the buzzing sound. Unbeknownst to Amy, while she had been pleading, Jake had silently pulled the Magic Wand from its hiding place and brought it very close to Amy's clit. As she moaned and begged, Jake pressed it against her clit, finally turning it on. Amy shrieked as the sensations flooded her body, the pleasure so intense after the long foreplay that it was almost painful. The orgasm hit her unexpectedly, crashing down over her in waves, receding only to hit her again and again. Thankfully, she remained conscious this time, although she knew her legs weren't moving any time soon. She tried to speak but found that her brain couldn't quite form words yet, either. Amy felt like her head was wrapped in a soft, warm, fuzzy blanket. She was so full of afterglow that she didn't notice Jake uncuffing her wrists and removing the blindfold. Amy's eyes burned for a moment as they adjusted to the light, and then Jake was cuddling her from behind, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist, the other absently stroking her hips. After a time, Amy found the will to speak again. "Jake, that was so good. I don't know how you keep doing this to me, I really don't. I've never been this orgasmic with anyone before. God, it's so strong!" Jake grinned to himself before replying. "Never judge a book by its cover, Amy. I'm going to make you feel a lot of things you've never felt before." "Seriously, I've never felt anything like that. You're playing my body like a fiddle." "Just taking my time and enjoying the wonderful view." For some reason, that last sentence, more than anything else, had Amy blushing. Then she felt guilty. That was the second time that Jake had completely rocked her world, and to her knowledge, he hadn't had so much as a single orgasm. Amy felt the overwhelming need to even the score, wordlessly rolling over and kissing him sensually. Her small hand stroked down his jawline as she lightly kissed him, drawing her tongue across his lips, every moment a buildup, a tease, tantalizing him the way he had done to her. Breathless, Jake could only look on as Amy kissed her way down his body, inhaling sharply when she bit down on his nipples before making her way to his hips. Here, Amy began to tease again, kissing her way along the line of his waist, biting down into his hips, making Jake buck and arch. But Amy refused to go any lower, with her lips, anyway. Her hands began their own assault on Jake's thighs, lightly drawing her nails up, up, ever so close...but pulling away at the last minute to start over again at his knees. Jake was writhing at this point, his hands uselessly clutching the sheets, tearing at the bed as Amy did everything she could to torture him, and nothing at all to give him what he wanted. He was in agony, each touch of her fingers pure fire, her lips lightning bolts of electricity shooting through him. When Amy surprised him by swooping down and licking one, slow line from the base of his shaft, Jake let out an inarticulate cry, the sensation overwhelming after having been teased so brutally. Her soft, soft hands trailed up his thighs to lightly cup his balls, sharp nails delicately running across the sensitive skin, making him shudder violently and claw once again at the sheets. Amy loved watching his reactions, seeing how easily she could make Jake shake and moan so easily. Far from the imposing, powerful man he had been when he was inside her, he might as well have been her puppet here. She decided the poor guy had had enough, and when he least expected it; she took him deep into her mouth. Amy, while not promiscuous, was not a stranger to sucking dick. Jake's girth presented a challenge. Normally, what she had just done should have been enough to inhale almost any dick down to the base, and she had only made it halfway. Damn his girthy cock! Pulling up and away to breathe, she noticed Jake still had his head thrown back, moaning as Amy began to bob up and down. She smirked and kept sucking hard every time her head came up, swirling her tongue when her head went back down, lubricating Jake's sizeable rod. Amy wanted to go deeper. She wanted to please Jake as completely and totally as he had pleased her. Amy bobbed down hard again, taking enough of him to need to open her throat, gag reflex long since mastered. But still she couldn't take him all. Frustrated and feeling challenged, she redoubled her efforts, nearly fucking her own throat on Jake's dick, trying to stretch her jaw enough to fit him all. Jake was about to have a coronary. Although Amy's competitive nature made her want to please him as much as possible, Jake was looking at that point in the rearview mirror. Amy's technique had him writhing from moment one, her throat muscles massaging the tip of his dick as she took him deeper down than any woman ever had. He felt himself getting close to his limit, and knew he had to warn her, but he was so overwhelmed with pleasure he could barely manage the word "Close". Far from stopping, Amy seemed to go into a frenzy, bobbing and sucking even harder, her tongue going crazy, sliding all over Jake's shaft as she triumphantly buried her head down to the root. She heard Jake yell, a primordial sound somewhere between a grunt, moan, and bellow, and felt rather than tasted him cum, his dick so deep down her throat she could barely taste a thing. Amy felt him pulse and throb, his hands lightly running through her hair. Amy pulled away, grateful for the fresh air, and looked down at her handiwork. Jake was immobile save for several full-body spasms that wracked him. She smiled, her own challenge surmounted. Doesn't look like Jake minded, either, she said to herself. Satisfied, she curled up next to Jake and cuddled under his arm. Half conscious, Jake felt the warmth of Amy's body and automatically draped a hand behind her back, pulling her close. She smiled and molded herself against his body, contentedly drifting off to sleep. ---- Amy awoke to hands sliding over her bare back, not sexually, just enjoying the expanse of smooth skin without hurry or purpose. Well, she thought to herself, when Jake isn't being a shy, sappy nerd, he's apparently an insatiable orgasm machine. She felt much less awkward now, the Vegas sunlight streaming in through their window. Cuddled against Jake as she was, Amy felt it when his breathing changed a few moments later. She smiled at him, slowly playing his hair through her fingers. "Hey, sleepyhead. As much fun as it would be to stay here and give each other spine-cracking orgasms all day, I really do wanna see a little bit of Vegas outside of the hotel room." Jake yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, then glancing over at the angelic from splayed out next to him, still half-believing he was dreaming. "Yeah, that sounds good. What do you want to do?" Amy thought about it briefly, then rattled off several ideas. "Well, I want to go to the Fremont Street Experience and see all the old school Vegas bars and casinos. Then I really want to see the Stratosphere and go on some of the rides. I dunno what else, I mean, we've already done so much more than most people ever get to in Vegas." Jake traced her hip idly as he smiled back at her. "Yeah, I'd say so." Amy blushed a brilliant shade of scarlet before hitting Jake with a pillow. "Not THAT! I'm pretty sure lots of people get laid in Vegas, Jake." She stood and stretched, Jake's eyes still on her appreciatively. "I just meant that we've kind of been spoiled. I mean, you just have to snap your fingers and get whatever you want. "Not everything. I have a feeling that if I tried to snap my fingers at you, it wouldn't end well for me." "Well," Amy said, smirking as she rose from the luxurious bed, "some things are worth working for." As she sashayed away, she carried the sheet with her, obscuring but not hiding her glorious ass from view. Jake could only stare in awe, transfixed as she walked away.