Hidden Pleasures #5: Teased (2 page)

So freaking sexy. Lickable. Biteable. Mine
.

He couldn't cook much at all besides scrambled eggs and chicken breasts. She should definitely help him.

And maybe she’d grab his tight ass while he had his back turned. See if anything came up.

Hopefully, he wouldn't start in on her about moving in again.

“
Buenos días
,” he grinned at her, all white teeth, dimples, and dark stubble, so sweet and handsome that her heart stuttered. “You look gorgeous this morning.”

“
Gracias
.” Thank God Luis was cheerful. One grumpy Dom was enough. “I like that you're keeping good on your promise to teach me Spanish.” A plate of bacon cooled on the granite counter top. She snagged a piece and bit into it before he could complain about her poaching his breakfast.

“
De nada
. I always keep my promises.” Luis leaned down to give her a kiss and stole a hunk of her pilfered bacon. “You want some eggs?”

“Please. I didn't eat yet. Wanted to be pretty for work.” She loaded the dishwasher with the few dirty dishes left in the sink and retreated to the island to perch on a bar stool. “Why are you up so early?”

He scraped the wooden spoon around the bottom of the stainless steel pan, chasing eggs in a circle. “I wanted to see you before you left. You were sleeping with Gavin when I got home last night.”

“Oh.” She peeled a banana. Luis dumped the eggs out onto a plate and grabbed an extra fork from the drawer for her. They often ate this way, both of them from the same plate. Sometimes he liked to feed her too. His dark-brown eyes lingered on her mouth. She licked the side of the fruit with the flat of her tongue. The corner of her mouth tipped up in a smirk, and he cocked one dark eyebrow.

“I'll give you something better to do with your tongue if you're going to play games.” He held her fork out, and wouldn't release it. “Come here.”

She swallowed her fruit and hopped down. He reeled her into his warm, bronze skinned body. Their gazes locked, and he lowered his mouth to hers, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and thumbed her nipple with his free hand, twisting the pebbled flesh between his fingers. She nipped his tongue and drew a groan from him.

They hadn’t played in days.

The restrictions Luis’d set on Gavin and her meant if Luis wasn’t home they could have sex, but nothing with restraints. None of the rougher stuff they all craved.

Gavin was a wonderful lover, but she missed the extra spice of playing, and she knew he did too.

Luis shoved his hand down the front of her pants and rubbed her clit. “Too bad you have to go to work.”

“Yeah,” she arched her back and rocked her hips, the pleasure of his touch pulsing through her body in bright streamers of sensation. Each stroke coaxed more wetness from her pussy and dampened her panties.

She dug her nails into his back, and slid her palms lower to grab his firm ass. Luis chuckled and penetrated her with one finger, testing her wetness.

“You missed me last night?” He whispered in her ear, thrusting his finger in and out.

“Mmmm....Yes. So much.”

The long, thick bar of his cock ground into her tummy, and he rotated his hips in a circle. “I missed you too.”

She knew what was coming next and braced herself for the argument. If she moved in, she would see him more often. But why should she have to make all the concessions in their relationship? Her arousal cooled, and she opened her mouth to cut him off. “Luis, I'm not—”

He withdrew his hand and licked her juices off his finger. “I'm going to be thinking about you all day long. So I want you to think about me too.”

Wait, what? Anything would be better than another discussion about living arrangements or her job. Both things Luis wanted to change.

And he loved to tell her how she should change them too. All the fucking time.

“Gavin and I bought you a little something. We were going to save it for the dinner party this weekend, but he told me today would be better.”

Uh oh. What the heck were they up to? Her eyes widened, and he smirked at her.

“Eat your eggs. They're getting cold.” He gave her a little push toward her stool and passed her a fork. “And anything you do to that banana, you can be prepared to do to my cock later. So don't go teasing me if you don't want to pay the consequences.”

A cold chill, then heat flashed across her face. She didn't know if she was turned on or scared to death. Probably, a little of both.

Luis

T
he color of her cheeks went from a pale pinky-peach to dark red, and he fought the urge to laugh out loud. The cordless vibrator Gavin had bought sat on his night stand. They’d planned together on making a fun game of using it with her for the first time on Saturday night, but it looked like today would be better.

Their little sub was so new to the lifestyle; they’d done most of their play privately at home or in secluded rooms at the club to introduce her gently. This Saturday they’d planned a dinner party for friends to bring their subs over for an unforgettable buffet style meal. The challenge of guiding Ronnie through a public scene turned him on and tripped all his switches.

But things needed to change in their current arrangements. Yeah they all loved each other, and the sex was amazing—burying his dick in Ronnie’s tight pussy, seeing the way she slid into sub space when they played was more than he’d have ever hoped for—but it was time to take things to the next level.

Gavin slammed out the side door this morning and sent him a text from the driveway.

Have her wear it to work. Meet you there at lunch time.

Luis knew it chafed his best friend to be in a more submissive position to him in their relationship with Ronnie. Before the day a month ago when Gavin had abused his power as her Dom, Luis would never have stepped in and directed anything. But he had to protect the woman they both loved. Until Gavin got his shit under control, he would make sure everything remained safe for Ronnie.

He couldn’t hold any anger at Gavin for long over what had happened. Anytime his ex-wife Carmen tried to pull her games with him, he had to take some time and evaluate his shit. So he understood Gavin freaking out over his mother’s continued persistence with getting back into his life. But his buddy had hurt Ronnie, and she hadn’t used her safe word to stop it. She’d let it happen. The punishment of the forced power dynamic applied to her too.

He admitted he liked control. Order. Routine. Ritual. Those things kept his life managed and successful. He studied the precious woman sitting next to him and swept her from the crown of her head to her feet with his gaze. The long strands of her ponytail teased the soft skin of her throat, and her open shirt collar bared her considerable, lush cleavage. God, he loved to fuck those breasts. They weren’t the most perfectly symmetrical or perkiest he’d ever played with, but she was so sensitive and responsive. Huge peach nipples he loved to suck on and bite were surrounded by full, succulent flesh that overflowed his palms.

Ronnie picked at her food, not eating the way she should be. He studied her posture, the way she held her fork, the flutter of her pulse in her neck. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, tucking her free hand between her thighs.

Aroused and nervous. Perfect.
He strolled to his bedroom and retrieved the panties and vibrator.

What he and Gavin coveted above anything was for her to move in with them and out of the dumpy two-bedroom apartment she shared with Shea. He understood in a detached way why she insisted on keep the place even though she barely stayed there. Once it had been important to him to prove his independence and ability to take care of himself.

But he also knew how difficult the financial obligations made it for her to finish her college degree. Moving back in with her parents was out of the question. How the hell would he see her whenever he wanted then? From his observations of her relationship with her father, there would be conflict over the time she came home, where she ate, her class schedule...her father wanted too much control. They’d all be miserable.

He and Gavin wouldn’t be able to drop in on her and fuck her over the back of the couch, or drop in for surprise visits. Unexpected sex, the ability to take her whenever he wanted was something he didn’t want to give up.

No, she needed to be somewhere they could all have privacy and let their relationship continue to grow. The sex was as important to spending time together snuggled on the couch reading or watching television. Sometimes while he read business publications, she curled up into his side and read along with him. Gavin sat on her other side and held her hand. All that freedom would go away if she moved home.

He didn’t want that.

Young and a little directionless, Ronnie needed to be under the care and guidance of her Doms. Getting her to move in with them would help get her back on track to law school. If that was what she really wanted. Personally, he’d love it if she came to work for him helping to run the club. Some of his favorite conversations with her revolved around business articles.

She didn’t know it yet, but she had a natural aptitude for business management. Degrees didn’t mean shit to him; he wanted sharp people with creative ideas.

When he returned to the kitchen, she still hadn’t made much progress on her food. She waited for him to come back and tried to look like she wasn’t.

How sweet.

“Come here. I want you to wear these.” He dangled the black lacy panties from one hand, the vibrator that fit in them already slipped inside.

She frowned and stood. “Um...okay.”

“What’s the matter?” His lips twitched. Chuckling at her confusion wouldn’t be appropriate.

“I guess I just thought...” She took the underwear and felt them, squeezing and prodding. “Why are these so heavy? What’s in them?”

Oh, now the fun could really start. “A vibrator. It’s cordless. We have a theme night at the club where we use a version of these. They vibrate in time to the music.”

With every sentence, her eyes grew larger in her face. She bit her lower lip and shook her head. “I can’t wear these to work.”

“Yes you can. And you will.” He reached for her waistband, and she danced out of reach. “Ronnie.”

Frozen into place by his tone of voice, she licked her lips. “Luis, Sir...”

His title from her mouth, in that breathy half-excited voice sent all the blood in his body straight to his dick. She’d acknowledged his control in the situation by calling him Sir. “On your knees sub.”

She looked half miserable, but dropped to the floor. They’d spent considerable time teaching her protocol, and a flicker of pride swelled in him with each demonstration of her submission and acquiescence into her role. Before Ronnie, he’d wanted his subs trained before he played with them. But Gavin had proven rather inventive in his punishments for her missteps, to everyone’s benefit. “Sir, I have to go to work.”

“It can wait.” He crossed his arms. If she was really worried about being late, she could safe word and stop their play.

“I could get fired.” She clutched the panties in her right hand.

“Move in here and you won’t need a job. Gavin and I can take care of you.” The hot-button subject ensured her irritation. He needed the indecision she warred with removed so they could all settle down, and goading her into an argument while he had control and could circumvent her usual protests would help.

Once she moved in with him and Gavin, she’d see he’d been right all along. “Why would you want to stay in that shit hole apartment when you can live here?”

“Damn it Luis.” She surged to her feet and threw the panties at him. The vibrator thunked into his chest.

Annnnd there it was. She’d screwed up. Perfect. Being an arrogant asshole to aggravate her wasn’t fair, but he was the Dom. He didn’t have to play fair.

“Did you just throw your present at me?” An expression he could only liken to that of a child afraid of a coming punishment contorted her face, and she lowered her gaze to the floor. “Strip, sub.” He stared down his nose at her, taking in the rise and fall of her chest, the flare of her nostrils, and her deep frown. Pretty soon she’d have those lips wrapped around his dick.

Indecision played itself out on her face much as it had the first night he’d met her. He waited. He could be patient. For Ronnie, he could wait forever if he had to.

A tremor moved through her hands and arms, and a defiant glare replaced the unhappy stubbornness. She shook her head.

“Strip, or I’ll put you on the table at the dinner party this weekend. You can be the centerpiece.”

Anger flared in her eyes, but she yanked her shirt off over her head and shoved her pants down over her hips. She tossed her bra, panties, and socks to the floor at his feet, her lower lip thrust out in a pout.

She looked good enough to eat. All curves and softness and fresh from the shower. So why not?

He crossed the room and retrieved a chair from the table they rarely used and put it down next to the island. “Get up there.”

Clenched fists balled at her thighs. She clambered up and sat down facing him. “Now what, Sir?”

Oh the attitude. She said
Sir
, but he very clearly heard a “Fuck you” in there. Amusement flittered through him. She’d be even more pissed in a few minutes. But it would get him what he and Gavin wanted so he didn’t care.

“Lay back on your elbows.”

She let out a huff, leaning back with her knees clamped together. He surveyed her, standing off to the side. “Hmmm.....”

The silky skin of her inner thighs was a delight to run his hands over, especially when she didn’t want to spread them. The muscles quivered under his touch. He spread her legs and put each foot on the edge of the counter, so she was wide open to him.

The hard bud of her clit showed, all swollen and dark pink, between her wet lips invited him to lick and suck. He traced a circle around the nub and slid his finger lower to tease her pussy, dipping inside and smearing her juices around.

She squirmed and panted, but didn’t give him the reaction he wanted.