Bejeweled and Bedeviled (5 page)

No way would she make it through the day like this,
especially without benefit of underwear. Deciding he couldn’t possibly have
meant she couldn’t wash herself, she veered off to the small private bathroom
in the corner behind her desk.

She closed the door, flicked on the light and gave each of
the brass handles on the sink a half crank. Hiking her skirt up to her waist,
she soaked a washcloth and, deciding it best to start with the least sensitized
areas, cleaned her inner thighs.

She rinsed the cloth, widened her stance and, holding her
breath, flattened the cloth against her aching pussy. The steamy warmth felt
like heaven.

Kayden stood that way for several moments, not daring to
rub. She knew if she applied just the right pressure in just the right spot, a
couple passes of the soft terrycloth over her clit would give her the release
she craved.

She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the moist,
soothing heat.

What would one little white lie actually hurt? It was her
hand, her pussy.

My
pussy
. Hunter’s possessive proclamation
rang in her head, causing her eyes to open.

“Not technically,” she said to the mirror image frowning at
her. “It’s not as if I’m cheating on Hunter with another man.” The woman
staring back didn’t look convinced. Glaring, Kayden flipped her off.

The distinct ring of her private line filled the air.

She started guiltily and dropped the rag. “Shit.” Tugging
down her skirt, she snatched up the cloth, flung it into the sink and went to
answer the phone.

“What are you doing?” The sound of Hunter’s deep voice had
the same effect as looking up and seeing flashing lights in her car’s rearview
mirror. Her heart sank into her stomach.

“At the moment, talking to you.”

“Before that.”

She could hear the smile in his voice.
The bastard.

“Tidying u—” Deciding word games would gain her nothing,
since it was more than likely he’d been through hundreds of scenarios just like
this one, she took a fortifying breath and said, “Washing myself.”

“Just washing?”

“Yes Sir.” She was relieved to be able to answer honestly.

“But you were tempted to do more, weren’t you? You wanted to
stuff your fingers inside your wet, neglected pussy, slide them over your
throbbing clit, get yourself off?”

Major bastard
! Kayden squeezed her thighs together.
“Yes Sir.”

“What stopped you?”

“The phone, Sir.”

There was a long pause. “Hmmm. That does create a dilemma.
I’ll have to decide which one outweighs the other—your honesty or your thwarted
disobedience. I think the best thing to do is see how well you follow my
instructions over the next three days and then decide.”

Three days to agonize. That alone would be punishment
enough. Patience never had been one of Kayden’s strong suits. Sighing silently,
she plopped down in her chair. She shot back up on a very audible hiss and ran
a tentative hand over her burning bottom.

“The tenderness won’t last too long. A few hours at most.
Don’t expect the same lighthanded consideration the next time your sweet, firm
little ass is presented for my displeasure.”

That he was so sure there would be a next time didn’t cause
Kayden as much concern as the tidal wave of lust that roared up and hit her
squarely between her legs. “I’ll keep that in mind, Sir.”

“So will I, sweetheart. So will I.”

There was a wealth of promise in his low, deep tones, laced
with a sensual sinister quality that sent a hot rush of yearning through her
body.

“The next time you’re tempted to touch yourself, call me. Be
lucky enough to catch me in the right mood and I just might let you get
yourself off.”

Yeah right. Like she believed that. “Yes Sir.”

“I’ll see you in three days,” he said just before hanging
up.

She had barely enough time to digest that threat when the
phone rang again.

Her hair removal appointment was set for three o’clock the
next day.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Kayden let
the fluffy white robe slip from her shoulders and waterfall to the heated,
black-marble floor beneath her bare feet. There wasn’t a single nuance in the
cozy, intimate dressing room that didn’t appeal to one’s senses. Or more
accurately, one’s sensuality. Low lighting, soothing music, warm woods and some
unique, exotic scent filtering through the ventilation system for supreme
serenity. And it was working. Thank God!

The woman who stood in the mirror now was a far cry from the
one who’d entered the luxurious spa four hours ago.

Who knew getting your most private hairs yanked out by the
roots could be such a non-traumatic experience?

Instead of the anticipated waxing, she got sugaring. An ancient
Egyptian method used in the harems, she’d been informed by the highly trained,
naked
technician. All the women in the inner sanctum of the club were completely
naked, with the exception of those wearing collars around their necks.

The initial few yanks to remove her hair had shocked more
than hurt, after which the technician had settled into an experienced, gentle
rhythm. Once her privates were denuded, her legs were given the same treatment.

Seduced by the soothing effects of the tea she’d been given
earlier and the slow, seductive melodies pouring through her earphones,
overall, it was not the traumatizing experience Kayden had expected.

The last hour of her visit, she was treated to the most
amazing massage. It was during that time something occurred to her about the
women’s collars. Made of different materials ranging from leather to fine
jewelry, studded with various precious gems of varied sizes and shapes, they
were all stunning. But there hadn’t been a single triangular cut gem or diamond
in sight. What that meant and why it pleased her, Kayden wasn’t quite sure, and
lulled into a state of supreme relaxation by the masseuse’s extremely talented
fingers, she’d forgotten all about it.

Until now.

The mere thought of diamonds brought Hunter to the forefront
of her mind. She skimmed her fingertips over the smooth surface of her mons,
liking the feel and the look. It was amazing how one small change could make
her feel so incredibly sexy. She couldn’t wait to feel Hunter’s hands on her.
Better yet, his mouth.

Away from the intensity of her job, with four hours of
uninterrupted time to think, she’d decided to wholeheartedly throw herself into
her forbidden fantasy and she couldn’t wait to start.

Turning, she walked over to the tufted white lounger and the
two gift boxes sitting there. One open—one not.

The first had been presented when she’d arrived. She’d
expected something along the lines of a bracelet to match the other two items
he’d given her. This piece did indeed have two heart-shaped pieces of onyx with
a triangular diamond in each center, but instead of being centered on the long,
sturdy gold chain, the gems dangled from the base of two onyx cylinders crowned
with rubber-tipped gold clamps. There was no doubt as to the adornment’s
purpose. Her nipples tingled in anticipation.

She’d always wondered what nipple clamps would feel like.
Apparently she was going to have to wonder a bit longer. The accompanying note
from Hunter specifically stated she was to bring them with her so he would put
them on.

The second box had been in the dressing room when she’d
gotten back.  It was too large to contain jewelry and Kayden’s curiosity had
been peaked.

The white cross-ribbons and bow attached only to the lid had
made it easy to get to the surprise nestled within the ebony and white swirled
tissue paper.

A black leather thong.

The barely there garment folded onto itself and Kayden
didn’t notice the stenciled H and T in the small triangular patch that formed
the front until she held it up. Centered over her freshly denuded skin, it
would be a gleaming reminder of exactly who it was that now owned her pussy.

Though it wasn’t as disturbing as the two thin leather
strips that would pass through her legs and travel up the crack of her ass to
connect to the thin leather waist strap. Threaded through a succession of
diamond-studded onyx beads, the sizes and variations of openings between the
two strips were completely adjustable. The endless possibilities of what
exactly the adjustments would be used for caused Kayden’s imagination to fire
along with her libido. But she doubted there was anything she could dream up
that Hunter hadn’t already. Like if several beads were lined up perfectly over
her clit, walking would become a whole new experience. And if positioned that
way during sex—

“Ms. Starling?”

Startled, Kayden nearly dropped the thong. “Yes?”

“Sorry to disturb you.” The congenial voice of Hunter’s
personal assistant filtered through the door. A tall, willowy brunette,
Elizabeth had greeted Kayden upon her arrival and given her a tour of the
expansive spa. “Before you leave, Mr. Trielle—”

“He’s here?” Kayden fought to keep the excitement from her
voice.

“No, Miss. He won’t be back until tomorrow. But he sent you
something and I wanted to make sure you stopped by my office on your way out.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Swallowing her
disappointment, Kayden was about to drop the thong back into the box when she
glimpsed the tip of yet another box beneath some dislodged tissues.

The length of a bracelet box, but three times as thick, she
had a sneaky suspicion what it contained. With equal parts apprehension and
excitement, she lifted the lid to find a gleaming black onyx dildo. Intrigued
by the flared base, she pulled it out for a thorough inspection. Upending it,
she discovered a magnificent diamond deeply embedded in the bottom. At this
rate, by the end of their time together, he’d have spent a small fortune on
her. Though reported to be filthy rich, she found it hard to believe Hunter
spent this much on every sub he trained. Especially one who was only temporary.
So why then was he investing so much in her? Not wanting to dwell on a question
she was determined not be an issue, she repacked everything, got dressed and
went to see what Hunter had sent her.

* * * * *

Fairly certain the large, white florist box contained
flowers, but learning not to second-guess Hunter, Kayden waited until she was
home to open the box.

Thank God!

Oh there were flowers. The most magnificent red roses she’d
ever seen. And not one, but four
bracelets
, each circling a dozen shiny
green stems. But unlike the previous jewelry, their black and white theme came
in the way of two-inch leather, each adorned with diamond studs and a highly
polished silver ring. Kayden didn’t have to be a BDSM enthusiast to know they
were used for wrist and ankle bondage. Thick swatches of Velcro for easy on and
off, the sturdy restraints were a far cry from the flimsy, amateur ones found
in adult store bondage kits.

Her heart pulsed and accelerated at the thought of her
splayed in sexual sacrifice, helpless and vulnerable to anything Hunter wanted
to do to her. She clamped her thighs to restrain the sudden flow of her juices.

Ironic how she’d dreaded the day when she’d turn her body
over to the Master Dom and now couldn’t wait for it to get here.

It wasn’t until she’d carefully freed the thornless stems
from the restraints and transferred the flowers to two glass vases and two
plastic water pitchers that she discovered the instructions and another highly
intimate gift. A set of three. In graduating sizes.

Clearly, her mouth and pussy weren’t the only orifices
Hunter intended to find pleasure in.

Yanked from sleep by Beethoven’s Fifth, Kayden threw her arm
in the direction of her nightstand and snatched up her cell phone. She didn’t
bother looking at the display to ID the caller. Having programmed the tune to
this particular number, she knew who it was.

“Uhmmm.” She executed a one-armed stretch. “Good morning,
Hunter.”

“Good morning, love.” The deep tones that poured through the
phone reached out and gave her slumberous libido a solid shake. “You knew who
it was and still answered the phone?”

“You expected me not to?”

“To be perfectly honest…I had some doubts. There were times
when you gave the impression of not being one hundred percent invested in this
endeavor. And I need you to be one hundred percent.”

“You can stop worrying.”

There was a long pause. “Yes, I believe I can. You sound
different this morning—more confident. I’m proud of you.”

He was proud of her? No one had ever said that to her
before. Not even her mother. It wasn’t that her mom didn’t love her. Working
two jobs and making sure that even if her own wardrobe was lacking, her
daughter’s was up-to-date enough not to be ridiculed by classmates, her mom was
too tired at the end of the day to expend any energy on emotional nurturing.
That Hunter had said the words shouldn’t have mattered. The warm feeling that
spiraled up from her stomach to spread through her chest said just how much it
did.

“Did you like your gifts?”

The loaded question blew through her sappy thoughts like
buckshot. Sitting up, Kayden jammed her pillow against the headboard and
nestled her back into it. “They’re…interesting.”

“Interesting! That’s all? They didn’t turn you on? Get your
pussy juices flowing?”

“A little,” she admitted tentatively.

His deep, sexy laugh spilled through the phone. “Only a
little? Not good enough. Have you ever indulged in any ass play?”

Any lingering fatigue vanished at the blunt question. “No,”
she answered, ignoring the scintillating spasm of her sphincter muscle. “I
never had the desire t—” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Not entirely
true. She’d often fantasized about what it would feel like and had considered
purchasing a small butt plug while on a recent vacation to New Orleans. The
only thing in her bag when she’d left the Bourbon Street shop was a basic
seven-inch, pink plastic vibrator, a large tube of lube and an economy pack of
Mardi Gras beads. The latter a waste of money, since the girls at the office
didn’t believe for one second some guy had tossed them down to her from a
wrought iron balcony because she’d bared her tits.

“You’re awful quiet, Kayden. You didn’t fall asleep on me,
did you?”

No, not yet, but she was certainly hoping to. Naked, her leg
thrown across his thick thigh, her ear pressed against his wide chest, enjoying
the strong beat of his heart. A delicious shiver shook her body. “I’m still
here. And no, I’ve never tried it because I never found anyone I trusted enough
to make me want to.”

Several moments of silence ticked by. “Do you trust me
enough?”

The answer came easily. “Yes.”

“Good. Then are you ready?”

“For what?”

“Anything I ask of you?”

“Yes, Master,” she stated adamantly, wanting him to know
just how serious she was.

“In that case, get up, hang up, leave whatever clothes
you’re wearing on the bedroom floor, go to the door and buzz me in.”

Kayden pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it
like an alien being.
Hunter here
? A quick scramble off the bed and peek through
the white mini-blinds covering her bedroom window revealed a black limo down at
the curb.

“Kayden!”

The distant command had her plastering the phone to her ear.
“Sorry. I’ll be right there.”

Flipping her cell closed, she yanked her oversized, smiley
face sleep-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Doubting she’d need
the unsexy garment in the foreseeable future, she kicked it under the bed and
dashed into the adjoining bathroom. After a fast swish with mouthwash and a
lame attempt to confine her sleep-mussed hair, she made a beeline to her front
door, giddily savoring the thought that Hunter had contacted her a day earlier
than he’d said.

* * * * *

Hunter closed and pocketed his cell, leaned his head back
against the seat and slowly released the breath he’d been harboring deep in his
lungs. Used to holding himself detached, he’d forgotten how intense needing to
hear the right answer from the right woman could be. He wasn’t comfortable
second-guessing himself—another thing he hadn’t done in a very, very long time.
But now that he was absolutely certain he hadn’t pushed too hard too fast, he
knew exactly how to proceed from here.

Sitting up, he hit the button to roll down the window
between him and his chauffeur. “I’ll let myself out, Ray. Make yourself
comfortable for a while.”

“Sure, boss. No problem.” He leaned to open the glove
compartment and flashed the magazine he plucked out.

Catching a glimpse of naked, bound and gagged women, Hunter
shook his head and left the car.

He’d barely made it to the building’s front door when Kayden
buzzed him in.

After a relatively short elevator ride up to the sixth
floor, he was surprised to find her apartment door slightly ajar, but no Kayden
in sight.

He let himself in and the sight that greeted him took his
breath away.

She was in the perfect kneel-up position. Balanced on her
knees, legs spread perfectly to allow him a cock-hardening view of her naked
pussy. Her back was straight, both her chest and head high, eyes lowered. Her
arms were down, hands resting on her thighs, palms up. Telling him without
words she was open to his wishes, while at the same time letting him know once
again how extensively she’d researched the lifestyle. He had to steel himself
against scooping her up, tossing her across the first available piece of
furniture and burying his dick deep inside her hairless cunt to take them both
to the heights of ecstasy and back.

“Welcome to my home, Hunter.”

“You’re beautiful.” He let the statement hang unembellished
as he soaked in her breathtaking sensuality and allotted time to harness his
rapidly mounting desire. She was pure perfection. He’d lost count of the times
he’d envisioned her exactly this way.

Except for one thing.

Closing and locking the door, he walked over to softly
stroke her cheek. “Don’t move,” he warned when she turned her face into the
caress. She instantly stilled. He smiled and reached up to remove the clip
holding her hair haphazardly atop her head. An obvious hasty attempt to tame
it. But he didn’t want tame. He wanted wild and natural.

Freed from its imprisonment, the luxuriant black mass
tumbled from her head, over her creamy shoulders and spilled halfway down her
slender back. Gathering up a thick section, he brought it forward and laid it
alongside her breast, grazing the tender flesh with the back of his hand as he
did. Her slight shiver knotted his gut.

“Unless I specifically request otherwise, you are to wear
your hair down.”

“Yes, Hunter.”

He flicked the tip of her earring with his finger, setting
off a display of dancing lights. They were perfectly faceted, like all the
others he’d given her and those she’d yet to receive. “Where are the rest of
your gifts?”

“On the dresser in my bedroom. I’ll go get—”

“No. Stay as you are. Location?”

“Down the hall, last room on the right.”

Anxious to conclude his business on the West Coast and
return to her, Hunter had taken the redeye back, leaving no time to change. In
no particular hurry, now that he was here, he took his time removing his coat,
suit jacket and tie, neatly folding and laying them across the back of her
couch. All the while enjoying the way her graceful back tapered into a trim
waist and flared again into a lust-inspiring, heart-shaped ass. That he would
be the first to explore the hidden treasure between the two pale, smooth globes
pleased him immensely. His hard dick was more than ready, but Hunter knew she
needed to be prepared first. In her current receptive state of mind and
positioned as she was, what better time than now?

Unable to resist the gnawing need to touch her, he walked up
behind her, bent to press his cheek to hers and helped himself to a handful of
her sweet ass. “Don’t move,” he reminded softly, slipping his hand between her
legs and trailing his finger from the opening of her pussy up between her butt
cheeks.

Her clipped, throaty whimper when he pressed lightly against
the rosebud of her ass sent heat coursing through his veins. He pressed again,
feeling the warm, textured ring of flesh contract beneath his touch. “One day,
very soon, I’m going to fuck you up this tight little ass of yours. Do you want
that?” His face was so close to hers, he heard her soft swallow.

“Yes. I want that very much.”

He’d expected the
yes
. The
very much
was a
pleasant surprise. That she was so willing to embark on this new adventure made
him wonder if she’d be this receptive to everything else he’d planned for her.
Already hard to the aching point, Hunter hadn’t thought his dick could get any
harder. That she was not only willing but eager to experiment made the swollen
flesh almost painful.

“Then the sooner we start preparing you, the sooner that
time will come.” He softly nipped the sensitive muscle where her shoulder and
neck met and when she spontaneously cringed, he swatted her ass. “I said not to
move. Or your ass will be feeling more than a little discomfort today.”

He nipped the same spot. Satisfied when she held steady, he
rose and headed down the short hall that led to the back of her apartment.

More interested in getting back to Kayden than her taste in
decorating, he made a cursory glance of her blue-walled, cluttered room, his
eyes lingering for a few seconds on her recently vacated bed, its mussed
lemon-yellow sheets and the scrunched pillow leaning against the headboard. The
lingering indentations proclaimed it a feather pillow. That he also preferred
feather meant one less thing she’d need to bring when she moved in. Her comfort
was of great importance to him. After all, she’d be there a long time.

He moved his gaze to the dresser flanked by two windows. The
items he sought were lined up neatly in the center, surrounded by a colorful
clutter of perfume bottles and innumerable makeup and hair paraphernalia.

Apparently neatness wasn’t high on her priority list.
Considering his well-ordered life, that would definitely change. Shaking his
head, he stepped over several pairs of carelessly discarded shoes, a skirt, two
crumpled tops and a pair of jeans as he made his way across the room. Selecting
what he needed, he retraced his cautious steps and headed back out.

* * * * *

Kayden locked her spine against the shiver that threatened
upon Hunter’s return. Eyes downcast, concentrating on keeping her breaths
steady in light of the unknown, she watched his shadow on the rug.

“Stand and look at me.”

She rose as gracefully as she could without benefit of
support and faced him.

“Put this on.” He presented the thong across his palm. “When
you’re done, I want you on hands and knees, legs slightly spread.”

When she reached for the scrap of leather, he withdrew it.

“Not yet. There’s something I want to do before you cover
that lovely, smooth pussy of yours.”

Compelled by his golden, commanding gaze, and wanting to
show her readiness to embark on this sensual adventure with him, Kayden
relaxed.

Eyes locked with his, she concentrated on his touch, the
light, feathery sensation as he ran the back of his large hand along her jaw
and down her neck. The heightened awareness when his hand rode the valley
between her breasts and continued on with a slow glide over the slight swell of
her stomach.

Always a bit self-conscious of her not-so-flat stomach, she
sucked it in.

His hand stilled.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and dropped her
gaze. “I’ll work on it.”

“Kayden, look at me.”

Her eyes came up to collide with his contemplative gaze.

“Work on what?”

“My stomach. It should be firmer.” She held steady under the
shadow of mild disapproval clouding his eyes.

“I’m glad this came up now. We can deal with it and get it
out of the way.”

Her stomach clenched tighter.

“There are only two people you have to please.
Me
and
you
. If you’re doing it for yourself, that’s fine. If it’s for me,
you’re wasting your time. I love your body—just the way it is—soft and slightly
rounded, the way a woman’s body should be.”

He splayed his hand over her stomach, his large hand warm
and soothing. “Relax.”

Kayden slowly unclenched her muscles.

He caressed her stomach. “Although I subscribe to healthy
living, physical perfection is a commercial illusion. We all have flaws, real
or perceived. I will place enough demands on your mind and body without your
adding to them. The only area in which I will expect near perfection is your
obedience to me. Can you give me that?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Don’t try too hard.”

“But you just said—”

“I know what I said. But if you never slip up, I won’t get
the chance to spank that gorgeous ass of yours and I so want to have the
pleasure of doing that again.” The corners of his mouth tipped up.

Since Kayden wanted that too, it was a lost cause to hold
back the pleasure struggling to claim her lips.

“Ahhh, liked being turned over my knee, did you? Well, let’s
see if you like this as well.” He claimed her mouth at the same time he palmed
her naked mound.

The abruptness of the move caught Kayden off guard. Her
small squeak of surprise turned into a low moan of pleasure as the heat of his
hand warmed her flesh. Having her hair removed had indeed made the area more
sensitive, but she hadn’t really realized how much until Hunter’s big hand
covered her.