Pretty in Kink (13 page)

After a long week of shoot after grueling shoot, tired feet
and sore muscles, she could use a relaxing lounge session in the hot pool, but
it would be more than that, much more. Her gaze shifted to her wrists.
Evidently there’d be no relaxing with this indulging dip. Knowing what awaited
her in that sinful liquid fire made her pussy muscles tighten. She wanted this,
wanted him so badly.

So then why did she hesitate? She wasn’t scared to barrel
blind through this next kinky door anymore. She knew she’d like what she found
beyond its tempting barrier, similar to the way she’d discovered how wild she
was for the events at the rally, and his domineering lovemaking afterward.

But this was different. She could swim, but the thought of
drowning had always been a phobia since she’d panicked in a swimming pool as a
little girl while learning to swim. It had been one of the most frightening
events of her life, and one she’d never forgotten. Now here she was being
expected to depend on him to keep her safe from being held beneath the water
with handcuffs on, from the storm, from eyes prying further than she was ready
for them to pry.

In a nutshell, she had to trust him to honor the safe word,
whether from drowning, doing something she didn’t feel comfortable with or to
keep her safe.

Pink.

Her one saving grace from possible peril.

After all, she’d only known this man for what? A few days?

“Get in now, Britt,” he rasped in her ear. “I promise you’ll
love what I’m about to give you. You’ll beg for more.”

She held his gaze over her shoulder, knowing he meant it.
He’d been right about all of her responses to him.

“The safe word. You’ll honor it? You’ll stop if I say it?”

He blinked, surprised. “Of course. I’d never hurt you or do
anything to you that you didn’t want me to.”

She gathered that control again by kissing him long and
deep, loving the glazed look in his eyes when she drew back.

“Okay. Into the hot tub I go.”

With the handcuffs held against her fluttering abdomen, she
climbed the cedar steps and descended on the other side, right into the
swirling pool. The heat proved almost unbearable as it closed over her cool
flesh, first her feet, then her legs and lower torso, her pussy and ass. But it
didn’t take long for her body to adapt. She floated across the space and
settled onto the underwater bench, letting the jets massage her back and the
heat permeate her tired muscles. The scent of chlorine filled her lungs as she
inhaled the thick steam and let the stress flow from her body.

Through the curls of mist, Britt allowed her gaze to meet
his. They grew dark, the wolfman once again caging his prey. Lust swam in their
depths, and she fed on that hunger as he climbed in, the tanned, corded
predator, and settled at her left.

He went right to work nuzzling her neck and she caught his
heated, musky scent. Her head rolled back and fell against the lip of the pool.
Britt stared up at the stars, welcoming the sensation of abandonment and trust,
letting the slow roll of lust in her abdomen sever the ties of what inhibitions
she had left.

“You need someone to be in control.” His lips dragged over
the flesh of her neck. His arm slid behind her, spun her around to face him and
pulled her over on top of him. “Just for a time, to force you to let loose of
those hang-ups.”

Diego draped her legs on either side of his hips. Her pussy
grazed his rod. It stirred the fires in her loins, kindling tiny flames that
warmed her lower stomach. He gripped her hips, scooted to his right and settled
in front of the corner post of the pergola’s frame.

When she started to lift her bound arms over his head to
hook them around his neck, he said, “Uh-uh. The towel hook.” He jutted a thumb
over his shoulder. “Turn around, lift your arms up and back and hook the cuffs
there.”

Britt’s gaze rose. She hadn’t noticed the brass hook before
now. It glimmered by the pool’s muted light, secured low against the heavy
cedar post. She understood his intent now, and a muffled moan tore from between
her parted lips. The hook was positioned far enough from the edge of the hot
tub to make her stretch, yet low enough to keep her body half-submerged and
within his grasp.

A wild twinkle lit his eyes. “Do it now.”

She planted her knees on the underwater seat and wiggled
around, turning so her bottom rested on his lap. His erection brushed her ass
and stirred nerve endings she didn’t know existed. She heard his sharp intake
of breath. He sighed, burying his face in her hair and molding her back to his
chest.

“Mmmm, you smell delicious. I can’t wait to devour every
inch of you.”

She couldn’t stand it anymore. “Diego, please. I need you
inside me.”

The quiver that vibrated through his body at her words told
her all she needed to know. She may be the restrained one in this little game
he played with her, but she detected she held a female power over him, and she
intended to use it to get what she wanted.

He spanned his hands around her waist, scooted away from the
post and lifted her so her body stretched buoyant over the water’s surface
above his lap. “Reach up and hook the cuff’s chain on the towel rack.”

Ah, a little creativity. Something
not
in the
pictures.

She stretched her arms above her head and secured herself as
he demanded while he continued to hold her body parallel just below the water’s
surface. Above her the stars winked, and just over her shoulder, the storm
continued to brew out to sea. He shifted and she now lay over one of his
shoulders, her legs stretched in front of her. The whirling water pounded
against the length of her body as a cool breeze blew in over her breasts,
making her nipples harden into painful knots.

He circled her with his arms and cupped her breasts from
below while his teeth made a nipping path from her shoulder to her waist. His
breath bubbled as he went under water. Her head fell back and dangled between
her arms when he clamped her left ass cheek between his teeth. His hands raced
over her body, below the water’s surface, above the water, massaging and
scraping his nails over her flesh. Her sodden hair dragged through the water,
as soaked as her cunt.

His mouth moved lower, his hands holding her body up. The
satin softness of lips explored behind her thighs, over the swell of her
buttocks. Britt bit her lip and attempted to stifle the groan, but it exploded
from her throat when he closed his mouth over her pussy.

“Oh god.” She pulled against the cuffs as she set her thighs
on his shoulders. “Yes, yes,” she whispered.

He surfaced, his chin level with the water, just enough to
lap his tongue over her clitoris. She reared up and ground her pussy against
his mouth. Water sloshed as she rocked her pelvis toward his face. He seemed to
know just what she wanted, tongue-fucking her, sending her closer to oblivion.
She couldn’t resist and crossed her legs behind his head, holding him captive
between her thighs.

Britt peered around one arm when he shifted in the water.
His sculpted shoulders flexed and glistened by the pool’s light. He levered her
hips higher, speared her deeper and swiped his tongue upward over her engorged
clit. She cried out when he plunged three fingers into her vagina,
finger-fucking her while he devoured her pussy.

“Diego…damn it, you’re going to make me come too soon.”

Her words made him growl and pump her harder, faster. She
longed to be released so she could tangle her fingers in his thick hair and
hold him captive against her core. But there was no stopping him, or the
sensations he forced on her. She dragged in a lungful of sea air, held it when
the edges of the orgasm reached for her. She barely noticed the discomfort
around her wrists, instead gripping the chain and using it for leverage.

“Oh…” She focused on the heat at her back, the cool wetness
across her chest, the way he controlled her, coaxing the climax nearer. Her
breath quivered out on a moan. “Here I—Diego, I-I’m coming.”

Diego had never heard a sexier cry of release in his life or
tasted such scrumptious pussy. The sweet flavor of her juices addicted him. He
ate ravenously, lapping up every drop of cream. Her shaven folds reminded him
of two narrow, satin-covered pillows cradling that tight vagina, while her
clitoris—Jesus, it was as hard as his cock—felt like a smooth marble on his
tongue.

He couldn’t wait to get inside her. Her vaginal muscles
spasmed around his fingers as she came, and he could imagine that sticky
passage sheathed around his cock. The orgasm made her body with its amazing
curves and planes buck and writhe as she rode its energy. She forced out her
final moan and went limp, her head lax between her arms, while the cascade of
damp hair swirled in the water below her shoulders.

The shimmer of her wet flesh and upthrust bosom beneath the
moonlight drew his eyes. He reached up and skimmed his hands over her abdomen,
raced them up to cup her breasts. Goddamn, his cock throbbed like a son of
bitch. With her wrists secured to the hook and her body stretched before him
like a shrine, he thought the pictures hadn’t done her justice. To have her
this way in person as opposed to the one-dimensional photos, there was just no
comparison. He brushed his thumb over the deep-brown, raised area he’d first
glimpsed in the snapshots. Even the heart-shaped mole on her hip had way more
punch in the flesh.

Hell with it. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have
her, had to get inside that tight cunt. “Ahh, babe, you might be the one tied
up, but let me tell you, you’ve got my heart imprisoned. I’m falling hard. Do
you know how hot you look right now all strung up and at my mercy?”

She raised her head and stared down the length of her body
at him, her eyes still glazed with passion. Her chest seesawed as she dragged
in gulps of air. “Shh. No talking. Just do it. Give it to me now.”

“Give what to you? Say it.” He wanted to hear her begging
him, the naughty words tumbling from between her kissable lips.

Her eyes snapped with impatience. She swallowed and said,
“Your cock. Please. I want you inside me. I-I have to have it now. Just fuck
me.”

“You enjoy giving yourself up this way, don’t you?” He
shoved her legs off his shoulders so they splashed down into the water to
straddle him. He yanked her toward him, ground his erection against her velvety
pussy. “You might not’ve known it before meeting me, but I think you need this
empowerment of being reined in and tended to. It frees you of your hang-ups.
Don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes. Now for god’s sake, just fuck me.”

He chuckled, wrapped his arms around her and captured her
lips with his. Diego tasted the remnants of wine when he plundered her mouth
and held her head back by the hair.

She tugged against the cuffs and clamped her legs around his
waist in an attempt to guide his dick into her core. “Now. Please. I’m begging
you,” she whimpered. “Stick it in.”

Diego gripped her hips and levered her up, aligning the
swollen head of his shaft with her cleft. Then he slid inside her in one slow
motion. Her tight walls closed around him, so hot and sticky it made his eyes
roll back in his head. The breath shuddered in his lungs, caught and held. She
let out a simultaneous sound that resembled a cat’s snarl. Her midriff quivered
and he knew she fought the onslaught of another climax, trying her best to
savor the coming bliss. Their gazes met, locked when they both stilled their
movements. Her eyes glazed over and crossed just before she let out a trembling
breath.

Her upstretched arms were slim, so feminine and silky
smooth, and he longed for them to be free so she could wrap them around him.
But there wouldn’t be time for that. Her hips moved in a sudden gyrating dance,
stroking him, splashing the water around their bodies. She pulled against the
restraint and moaned. She used the leverage to ride him, the toned muscles in
her arms flexing with her efforts. Her muscles clamped tighter around his girth
as she held him in the vise between her legs and pumped his cock with her
pussy.

Tangled in passion, he hunched over and buried his face
between her breasts. Her unique female scent wafted up to him, twined with the
sharp aroma of chlorine. He couldn’t get deep enough inside her, couldn’t pound
himself into her cunt fast enough. Diego gathered her close, arching her body
up so he could cup one globe and close his mouth over a mist-coated nipple. He
swiped the moisture away with his tongue, loving the mewls of pleasure it sent
tumbling from her mouth. Combined with the sweet butter flavor of her sex still
on his tongue, the hard pebble of it tasted like creamy candy.

He sucked and nipped even as he drove himself in and out of
her. Water sloshed and splashed, and her cries carried out across the lawn to
blend with the surf and the distant rumbles. The winds stirred damp wisps of
hair, while through the triangle her arms formed, he caught a flicker of
lightning out to sea. Thunder moved closer still, and he knew the storm would
soon reach inland and clip his stretch of beach. He had to get her inside to
safety soon, he knew, but his intuition told him this wouldn’t take more than
thirty seconds.

They were both almost there.

“It feels so good. Come with me now,” she whispered.

He planted one knee on the underwater seat and wrapped both
arms around her. Emotions he didn’t care to identify washed through him as the
rapture took hold. She twitched and her pussy muscles started to spasm, jacking
him off. “Ah yeah, fuck me, baby.”

They groaned together. Diego clamped his eyes shut and let
the fire blaze through him as he emptied himself inside her. He floated down
from his sexual high on a wave of tenderness and awe at what had just happened
between them. It had been the single most incredible, most satisfying round of
sex he’d ever had in his entire lifetime.

Her eyelids fluttered open. But she stiffened and drew in a
clogged gasp. “Pink.”

At the panicked tone and her use of the safe word, his head
popped up from where he’d had it buried in the crook of her neck. “What?”

“Pink.” She said it again, this time in a high, squeaky
tone, one meant to warn. She stared in mortification over Diego’s shoulder.
What she’d just done must have sunk in following the post-orgasm kick of
reality. He’d wanted to slide into the oblivion of sexual aftermath, to
continue to pet her and groan and taste her skin. But he hadn’t expected her to
regret it so soon.

He kissed her cheek, the line of her jaw. “It’s okay. You
were—”

“Pink, damn it. Oh god, Diego, let me loose.” Her words were
forced out between clenched teeth as she rattled the cuffs, trying to pull
herself free. She twisted her hips, kicked and dislodged him from inside her
pussy.

“Britt, it’s okay. I’m not going to keep you chained up for
the rest of your life. Relax.”

“I’m begging you…
pink
. Now.”

“Babe, what the hell’s wrong with you all of the sudden?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” He jolted at the sound of
Carolyn’s snarling voice hurled at him from across the deck. He swiveled his
head to see his ex-wife standing there with her arms folded, her blonde hair
whipping in the wind and her dull eyes gleaming with hatred. “You’re rutting
with that slut out in public. But then I don’t know why this surprises me. You
always were such a selfish, reckless bastard.”

“Son of a bitch,” he said under his breath. “Carolyn, what
the hell are you doing here?” He floated around so his body blocked Carolyn’s
view of Britt’s strung-up form.

The angry tears started to fall. “When you didn’t answer
your phone, I just knew it would be something like this. I just—”

“Goddamn it, will you just go around front long enough for
me to get dressed?”

“Oh yeah, you can bet I will. The last thing I want to see
is you naked again. You prick.” She whirled and marched down the stairs and out
of sight.

“I’m sorry, Britt.” He unfastened the cuff chain from the
towel hook, trudged through the swirling waters and hoisted himself out.

Britt buried her face in her linked hands. “Oh my god, find
me the nearest hole to crawl in, would you? Who was that?”

“Sorry. Ex-wife. Carolyn makes it well known that I’m to
mind my own business where she’s concerned, yet she seems to think she can pry
into my life whenever the fuck she feels like it.” He located the key, leaned
across the pool’s edge and removed the cuffs. “But don’t worry. I’m going to get
rid of her, and I can promise you she won’t come back. Ever.”

Britt tossed the cuffs onto the deck with a clank. She
started for the underwater stairs, the froth bubbling below her breasts. Her
eyes were wide and round, like twin green marbles, her face flushed with a pink
tinge of mortification. “Get me a towel. I’m going home,” she announced, never
meeting his eyes.

He crossed to the patio cabinet set near the door and drew
out two thick towels. Diego threw her one just as she rose from the water. He dried
himself off as he studied her goddess-like form. So damn gorgeous.

“As I recall, you rode here with me.”

She dried herself with brisk strokes. Her eyes snapped up to
his. “Do you know how humiliated I am, to be making love to you like
that
outdoors, and to have your ex-wife watching?” She jammed on her pants, hooked
her bra. “I want to go home. Now.”

He scanned her body, so feminine in low-riding sweatpants
and a white lacy bra. With the wind tossing her damp hair, he thought he’d
never seen a more beautiful creature in the entire world. “Finish getting
dressed. I’ll go get rid of her. Would you mind clearing up the dinner table
while I’m gone, before the storm moves in? Then I’ll run you home. Okay?”

She drew the shirt over her head. “If you don’t make it
quick, I’m hoofing it.” The words came out in a croak of anger.

He could understand her rage, but he’d be damned if he’d let
her go home this way, thinking what they’d just done was wrong or out of the
ordinary. He’d have his last say, and he’d do his best to convince her to see
him again. But for now, he had to face his past, and he didn’t quite relish the
stark contrast between Carolyn and what he’d just experienced with Britt.

Diego descended the deck stairs and followed the stone walk
around to the front of the house. Carolyn had parked her white sports car
behind his truck. The driver’s door stood wide open, the bell dinging and the
engine idling. He’d purchased the vehicle for her after the accident.

To help her forget.

To help him forget.

He should have known nothing could make that kind of pain
disappear so quickly. But he’d already hashed and rehashed the regret too many
times, yet at the same time, the regret at how they’d lost their son would
never fade.

Even in her mourning period, Carolyn had adored flaunting
the finer things in life, and had fed on the envy she got from her coworkers
when she’d pull into the hospital parking garage in the sporty car. Being nurse
manager over an entire wing of staff had also fueled her ego. It was a wonder she
was still able to separate her off-duty, alcoholic self from her barely
functioning adult half. If she continued in this capacity much longer, he
mused, approaching her where she paced near her car, she’d jeopardize her job.

But then, by Carolyn’s choice in the divorce, she was no
longer his responsibility. He’d allowed his guilt to continue to look after her
beyond the divorce, but it would have to stop eventually. Carolyn had a knack
for pushing him away, yet reaching out to him with a neediness he couldn’t
refuse for Tyler’s sake. She was his son’s mother, and Tyler, or the memory of
him, needed her sober and happy. Hopefully, she’d realize it sooner than later.

Carolyn whirled, her eyes blazing with hatred. “You
bastard.” She hurled a white wad of paper at him.

He threw up a hand and deflected it. “Shit. What now?”

“Look at it.” She jabbed a finger at the crumpled paper
where it had landed at his feet. “Just take a good, long look.”

Weary, Diego knelt and snatched it up. As he spoke, he
gripped the wad in his hand. “Look, you’re going to have to stop coming by
unannounced. You wanted the divorce, you got it. Which means
we lead
separate lives now
. Private lives.”

She must have just gotten off a twelve-hour day shift. She
still wore her colorful nurses’ scrubs, the stethoscope dangling around her
neck. It swung away from her chest when she planted her fists on her hips and
leaned toward him. He’d never seen such hatred in her eyes before. They used to
bathe him with so much passion and love, he’d never wanted to even look at
another woman. But that had been so long ago it had become a vague memory.

It had been before Tyler.

“You son of a bitch. Private implies behind closed doors,
not out on your damned deck for the whole fucking world to see. I guess I wasn’t
good enough, huh? I wouldn’t give it to you kinky like that whore just did, so
you moved on to one who would.”

His hackles went up at the word whore. He took one step
closer, his face now hovering over hers so she had to tip her head back to look
into his eyes. He fisted his hands to ward off the tremble of anger that raced
up his spine. “You wouldn’t give it to me, period.” When she blinked, he knew
she hadn’t expected him to fling the insults back at her. It felt good, so
liberating.

“What’s the matter, Carolyn, are you realizing that I’ve
decided to claw my way out of the guilt you’ve heaped on me and start living my
life again instead of digging my own grave the way you do? Well, you damn well
know I tried like hell to make you come around. I loved you enough to wait, to
hope. But goddamn it, life goes on. Enough is fucking enough.”

The last thing he wanted to do was make her cry, but she’d
pushed him to the limit, racing over here and invading his space, then
expecting to have the right to complain and insult Britt.