Book Excerpt for Between Tick & Tock 2

Between Tick & Tock 2

Simon Says...

by John Rookwood

A tale of time stopping, sex, and other fun things.

Smashwords Edition

Chapter 1

Agent West was good to his word.

As soon as we'd made the agreement, he led me back to the main hotel where we found Sheila, and he checked us into a Grand Lakeview suite at the Bellagio.

After Agent West had signed the bill, the desk clerk congratulated me on winning the poker tournament as he handed over the room keys and a bellhop took my suitcase and Sheila's shopping bags before leading us to the room.

The room was on the hotel's front spine, right below the tower, and was palatial compared to most hotel rooms. The carpet, curtains and decorative art were all done up in floral motifs and there were lamps and hanging lights everywhere to allow complete control over the lighting.

The suite had two bedrooms and two bathrooms, although the guest bathroom was a simple affair with a toilet, wash basin, and shower stall. The master bathroom had a large double sink and cabinet affair with a shower stall, but also a tub built for two and separate toilets, each in their own small room with a door. The bedrooms were on either side of the suite and were identically furnished with queen beds, flanked by small two-drawer chests. There was also a small desk and chair and a lounging bed-chair thing that looked like it belonged in a psychiatrist's office.

The main room was huge, featuring an eight person dining table on one side, a small, fully stocked bar on the other and an 'L'-shaped sofa in front of a big screen TV in the middle with plenty of space to move between the amenities.

"Fuck me." I said after the bellhop had departed with his tip.

"Soon, lover..." Sheila cooed, "Once you've had a shower. How did you get so sweaty playing cards?"

I hadn't done it playing cards, I'd done it running from the Men In Black before I had cut the deal with Agent West. But I didn't say that, instead I said, "Nerves. The showdown was pretty tense."

"I bet." she agreed, "But take a shower while I change, and then we'll see about christening the eastern bedroom..."

She picked up her shopping bags and headed for the aforementioned room while I ducked into the guest bathroom, since it was closer, and hosed myself off.

Ten minutes later, I exited the bathroom and found a hotel robe to wear. I looked for my suitcase, but it was gone, presumably into the east bedroom with Sheila. She was so much better as a doting girlfriend than she had been as a devious skank blackmailer. Ocho's reprogramming had done wonders for her personality. I wasn't sure if I'd keep her. After all, I had half a dozen of the pills left and could theoretically have any woman I wanted through them, but for now, Sheila was working out just fine.

I opened the door to the bedroom and found Sheila kneeling on the carpet, wearing only a bright red leather dog collar with a matching leash.

She smiled up at me as I entered and asked, "Shall I roll over? Fetch your slippers, or beg? I told you I'd do anything for a man with five million dollars..."

I cocked an eyebrow and thought about it for a moment, then leaned over and picked up her leash, saying, "Heel!" as I walked across the room to the bed.

Sheila crawled along on all fours until she reached the foot of the bed and then looked up at me, a questioning look on her face.

I could have sat on the edge of the bed and gotten a blow job, but instead I gave the leash a tug, "Up girl!"

Sheila dutifully crawled up on the bed and wagged her butt while panting with her tongue out.

Turning her around so her ass faced me, I stroked her head and ran my hand down her back, over her buttocks and down to her snatch. It was warm and wet, practically demanding I make use of it.

"Well, someone is in heat." I chuckled as I undid the robe's belt and let the terrycloth hit the floor.

"Mmm hmmmm." Sheila confirmed as she spread her legs, then leaned forward to place her face on the comforter and pointed her derriere up at me invitingly.

Needing no further encouragement, I rubbed her clit with the tip of my dick, sliding it along her slit until Sheila whined in her need. Once I was satisfied she was ready, I pushed my cock into her pussy and heard her sigh in relief and expectation as I did so.

Her cunt was warm, wet and surprisingly tight for someone who had been a high end whore just days before. Maybe she did some sort of kegle exercises to keep herself in fucking condition. Regardless, she felt good as I fucked her in earnest.

Grabbing her hips, I moved her back and forth as I slid in and out of her love canal, prompting cries of "Oh god, oh yes, that's it, right there!" and other less intelligible utterings as I felt myself getting close to an orgasm.

I pulled out of her completely and waited a few heartbeats until she whined from the bed, "What are you doing? I wasn't finished, and you sure as shit didn't come!"

"Beg, little puppy." I sneered, "I want to hear you beg for it."

"Damn you Shaun," Sheila growled, "Fine. Please fuck me," she mewled, "I need you to fuck me, I'm begging you to do me, you sadistic bastard."

"Thaaat's better." I said as I gave her what she wanted, pumping her pussy until she came, the contractions of her vaginal muscles pushing me over the edge and making me jizz inside her.

When I was done unleashing my load, I flopped down on the bed beside my panting 'girlfriend' and waited until she recovered from our sexual encounter.

"You fucker," Sheila said when she came down off the high of her orgasm, "you enjoyed making me beg."

"Yep." I agreed as I grinned at her.

"I enjoyed you making me beg too." she grumbled, although she smiled as she did so.

"I could tell." I sighed as my heart rate slowed.

"So, rich man, does that mean you'll keep me as a pet when you marry a super-model trophy wife?" Sheila asked through drooping eyelids.

"Maybe," I told her. "Or maybe I'll make you the trophy wife and keep a super-model as a pet."

"Okay," she said as she moved to curl up beside me, "but if we get a pet super-model, make sure she's a redhead..."

With that, she fell asleep, and I was out a minute later.