Yes. It was brilliant.
The waitress delivered her cocktail.
“Awesome,” she murmured, leaning toward it.
Nick nodded at the waitress.
Having nabbed her drink, Liv leaned back and caught Nick’s eye.
“I think it’s time to gamble,” she declared before taking a sip.
He grinned. “Whatever you want, Livvie.”
She grinned too before she swung her drink to the side, reached her mouth up to his and touched it.
Her eyes a hint away, she whispered, “Let’s go, Nicky.”
They went. He took her exactly where she wanted to go. He did anything she wanted to do.
He gave her everything it was in his power to give.
And he’d keep doing it, in Vegas, in Denver, on the moon if they landed there.
Just to keep his girl carefree.
And happy.
* * * * *
3:32 – Sunday Morning
The Do Not Disturb sign was again on the door.
Nick was slightly inebriated.
Livvie was smashed.
After dinner and then after dinner cocktails, Nick had lost three thousand dollars at craps.
After Nick dropped that load, Liv had won three hundred dollars at the slots.
She crowed.
She also rubbed it in.
So when the door to their room closed behind them, Nick set about evening out their night’s score.
In took him a while, and as usual, she didn’t play fair.
This time, he didn’t either.
But it was a game he knew she didn’t want to win.
So when he got her naked on her belly in their bed, he shoved a hand between her legs, cupping her pubic bone. Kneeling at her side, he yanked her up to her knees, ass in the air, as he held her down with a firm but gentle hand wrapped around the back of her neck.
He then moved his hand from between her legs and reached to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer.
In it was a short-handled paddle made of cushioned, soft brown leather that he’d brought with him and put there when she wasn’t looking.