Pretty in Kink (19 page)

Christ, she knew how to turn him the hell on.

He pressed butterfly kisses across the side and back of her
neck, devouring the sweetness of her flesh as he struggled to maintain control.
Drawing in a long breath, Diego pulled her scent into his lungs, wild with
pleasure when he detected the fragrance of her arousal.

“Do you know what you do to me?” His voice rasped in her
ear, making her shiver. He propped himself on his elbows on either side of her
torso and began a feasting trek down her back. “You make me crazy. You make me
daydream like some lovesick teen. You make me stumble around all day with a
hard-on I can’t get rid of. I’ve been stiff ever since I laid eyes on you that
night we met.”

He settled his hips between her thighs and slid a hand
beneath her chest, cupping her left breast. It more than filled his hand and he
thought of a big pliant ball of satin as he palmed her.

She let out a high-pitched moan when he pinched and rolled
the taut pebble between his fingertips. “Will you quit talking and just give it
to me? Please, please, just stick it in. Fuck me hard and fast.” She wriggled
her ass against his abdomen.

“Damn, I love to hear you talk dirty.” But he needed to
believe she’d reserved it for him alone right here in the privacy of their own
little fantasy. His mind raced. He wanted to do anything and everything to her,
to bring her all the pleasures in the world she desired. Urges he’d never
entertained before started forcing their way to the surface.

He hesitated, his thoughts interrupted again by flashes of
the photos. He recalled one depicting a flogger draped across her rump to cover
that delectable crack. Another had been a flat wooden paddle, similar to the
ones used in Ping-Pong. There’d been pink welts marring the fleshy mounds of
her buttocks. Goddamn it, he couldn’t resist pushing it, testing to see if
she’d be receptive to such rigorous play in reality.

“I’m going to spank you if you don’t behave,” he blurted,
almost before his mind had given him the go-ahead. “I’m Master, you’re my
slave, and that means I’m the one who gives the orders. Do you hear me?”

“Mm-hm.” She bobbed her head in quick nods, struggling to
turn so she could see him. He caught an errant gleam of excitement in her eyes.
“Yes. Yes…Master.”

Those two words of both ascension and submission drove him
over the edge. Reaching down with his free hand, he alternated kneading her
right ass cheek with rubbing it in a circular motion. Her back rose and fell,
her breaths shallow and quick, anticipating his next move.

Then he whacked her ass. Her head jerked up a split second
after the crack. It echoed in the room. She gasped in surprise, but the sound
changed tunes, fading to a moan of ecstasy.

The candlelight danced and flickered over her pinkened skin.

“Did you like that, Britt?” he asked, his voice edged with
madness.

“Yes, yes.”

“Do you want more?”

She choked on a sob. “Yes please, Master.”

She’d slipped into the role of submissive so naturally it
empowered him, yet he teetered on the edge of loss of control. She lay beneath
him spread and ready, her body all his, warm and ripe for the taking. As her
“Master” it was up to him to maintain the power. And yet, he fought the urge to
give in to her allure, to drive himself into her slick canal before he’d begun
the seduction.

He swatted her again, this time harder, louder. She cried
out, tugging against the restraints. “Mmmm, it stings but then…then it makes me
so horny, so wet.”

At her words, his eyes crossed. He didn’t know how much more
he could take. The challenge she presented him proved too much to bear.
“Really? Well let’s see just how wet you really are.”

He slid his hand between her spread legs and cupped her
mound. She groaned when he found her clitoris, circling it, increasing the
pressure.

Her body twitched. “Oh god.”

“Yeah, you’re wet, all right. And I haven’t even been inside
you yet.” He pressed through the sticky lips and found the entrance to her
canal. In one swoop, he impaled her with three fingers.

Her rear rose up to meet his thrust and her rump jiggled.
She growled a sexy melody of arousal that had his ears and cock tingling at the
same time.

He chuckled out loud. He might be “Master” but she held all
the control whether she knew it or not.

“You’re so smooth and slick inside.” He pumped his fingers
in and out of her, driving himself crazy with the strangled cries it elicited
from her. She bucked against the ties, her body taut and reaching. Hungry, he
suckled on one ass cheek. The aroma of her juices filled his nostrils and swam
through his blood like an addictive drug. He didn’t know how much longer he
could hold out. His cock ached so damn bad he feared he’d spill his cum before
he even got inside her.

“Diego, please,” she pleaded. “I need you.”

“You want my cock, is that it?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, p-please, fuck me with your cock. Hard. Fast.
Now.
”
That last came out with an adorable tone of awkwardness. Which made him want
her more.

He closed his eyes and withdrew his fingers, drawing them
below his nose. The scent of her wafted wild and musky around him, so
appetizing he couldn’t resist licking the stickiness from his fingers. She tasted
as sweet and mild as pure, thick cream. But he yearned for more.

Spreading her ass cheeks apart, he studied her anus. It
perched like a tight little flower on the verge of blooming. He bent and
touched his tongue to the hole.

Britt released a strangled cry. She tugged on the ties,
attempting to shove her rear up into his face.

Her essence filled his nostrils, making his cock twitch. She
tasted salty, just the way he liked ass, but she had a unique extra flavor that
Diego couldn’t get enough of. Clean soap mixed with her pussy juices. He
flicked his tongue harder around the ring, loving the way she tightened against
his invasion, then she relaxed with an abandoned moan of ecstasy.

“Diego.” She sobbed against the blanket. “Ooh, that feels so
wicked, so fucking good.”

He wanted to go on and on this way, pleasuring her all
night, listening to her sighs and groans of lust. But even as he savored the
delicious tang of her, his shaft shuddered in protest. He had to get inside
her. He couldn’t delay it any further.

He licked his way up her spine. “I just can’t resist you.
You’re the one all tied up, but damn you, I’m the one whose heart’s in chains.”

Out of control, he shoved an arm under her and yanked her
hips up so the heat of her pussy soaked the head of his dick.

Britt panted and sobbed.

With his other hand, he reached around and found the swollen
pebble. She hitched in a breath, let out a sigh. He buried his face in her hair
and inhaled the fresh scent of its wild mass.

“Would you just do it?” she begged.

He slid inside her, teetering on the rim of insanity. She’d
become
his
Master now, no doubt about it.

“Oh
yes
.” The satisfying rush of being filled raced
through her loins. Britt couldn’t contain the feline growl that escaped her
throat. The aroma of his sweat and her own juices, combined with the heat of
his body blanketing her backside, masturbated her senses and made her dizzy
with lust. Fire whooshed into her channel and combusted her womb. His finger
paused its dance on her clit, but he’d gotten her so horny already, she knew
one more flicker of his finger, one more stroke of his cock and she’d be
soaring.

“You move another muscle, sweetheart, and I’m going to come
before I even get all the way inside you.” He murmured it in her ear, his husky
voice devastating her almost as much as his rod. He stilled his movements, his
shaft twitching against her inner muscles, as if he fought the edges of
euphoria.

Knowing she had control over him in this way, despite being
tied up and at his mercy, sent a surge of triumph through her. Yes, oh god,
yes, there could be nothing more gratifying or more sinful than splaying
herself out in such a vulnerable position, and yet knowing she held all the
power.

She clamped down on him, trying to focus, to delay the
orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Even though her wrists and ankles were
starting to go numb, she couldn’t stop pulling against the ties. This
submissive role he’d taught her promised almost more pleasure than she could
bear. But knowing the sight of her defenselessness made him more her slave than
the other way around was almost just as intoxicating.

“I—I can’t hold off much longer. I want us to come
together,” she whispered.

He let out a shuddering breath and grazed his free palm up
her arm. His fingers twined with hers, his mouth nuzzled at her ear, making her
shiver. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

“Now…”

He trembled, seeming to war with the decision to delay the
pleasure or reach for immediate gratification. Diego withdrew from her, his
breath hissing in protest. Then he drove back into her with brutal force. She
cried out as multiple bursts of ecstasy ignited deep in her pussy. His finger
resumed its dance on her clit, and detonated a new explosion that went on and
on. He groaned out his climax, driving deeper, spreading her wider than she’d
ever been spread before. Hot cum coated her inner folds and scorched her
spasming muscles.

As the pinnacle ebbed, so did the pressure on her nub. He
untangled his other hand from hers and slid it down to cup her jaw. His hand
trembled. He drew her face around and she saw passion and the glow of something
tender in his eyes.

“You’re amazing.” He captured her mouth in a kiss that took
her breath away. It went on long and thorough. He followed it by kissing the
tip of her nose, her cheek, her temple. “Don’t leave me, babe. Stay here with
me tonight. Let me hold you until morning.”

So tempting. It sounded like heaven to curl up in this big
bed with him under the rumpled blankets. She could hide away from Lexi and Doris,
and the whole world who’d seen her spread.

Just like this.

In a nationwide magazine.

A sudden thought took her by surprise the same way it had
when his hand had jarred her rump.

In the beginning of this journey with him, she’d spied an
issue or two of what had appeared to be bondage magazines in his living room,
but she’d been too enthralled by him to explore it further or pay much
attention. Her heart thumped out of control, no longer with passion but with
mortification. Did he… Could he have been the one to…

Just like everything else in her life right now, Britt
wasn’t entirely sure. But she still couldn’t force back the panic or betrayal
at just the mere possibility of it being true, of Diego being the one to submit
her pictures to the magazine. She’d already had nagging suspicions about his
familiarity with the photos, that somehow he’d seen them.

But would he do such a thing as submit them to a contest?
Would he
really
?

She couldn’t believe it. Didn’t want to believe it. Yet all
the pieces fit—running into him in the drugstore on the day the pictures had
gone missing, him seeming to know all about her from the start, the déjà vu
lovemaking sessions similar to the photos. Him being familiar with those types
of kinky magazines.

Oh god, she wanted to barf. Had she been that much of a
fool?

Should she have listened to Lexi and Doris after all?

Wariness dimmed the afterglow of their lovemaking. She
flicked what she hoped was an angry gaze over her shoulder. “Untie me now.”

Diego jerked in surprise. “What?”

“I said untie me now. Pink, if that’s what it takes.”

“Okay.” He reached up and worked her right arm free. “So why
the sudden change?”

She flexed her wrist, letting the blood flow back into her
hand, stifling the sudden rush of ticklish tingles. “A thought just occurred to
me. You have some kinky subscriptions in there.”

“Subscriptions?” He pulled his shaft from her stickiness,
leaving her with a cheap emptiness. Climbing over the footboard, he released
both her legs from the ties.

She kicked against the neckties until her ankles were free
and her inner thigh muscles no longer stretched. “Don’t play games with me.
You’re very…familiar with those kinds of magazines, aren’t you?”

He rounded the bed, his cock bouncing with each step. He
untied her left wrist, exhaled long and loud, shrugged. “Yes, somewhat.”

Britt scrambled off the opposite side of the bed. Her legs
tingled as the blood poured back into the vessels. She struggled to stay
standing, to ignore the discomfort. Planting her hands on her hips, she growled,
“So was it you? Are you the one who submitted the pictures to the contest?
What, did you assume I was an ‘easy’ target, Diego? Get a hold of the pictures
somehow from the drugstore? Aha, I bet you broke in and stole them.”

“What? No, I… That’s ridiculous.” He shoved a hand through
his hair and the effects were devastating, distracting. Her fingers fisted to
stave off the itch to crawl across the bed and run them through those long dark
locks. Bad boy. All she could think as she took in his rugged, naked glory,
even knowing he’d betrayed her, was that she’d gotten herself entangled with a
rogue as Doris and Lexi had insisted.

She’d asked for this mess—hell, welcomed it with open arms.
And legs. “You did it. I’m certain of it now.”

He blinked, anger sparking in his eyes. “Now wait just a
damn minute.”

“Wait? I don’t think any amount of waiting will change the
fact that all of you are alike.” She snatched up her clothes. “Always trying to
control me, every single last one of you. You think I’m dumb, naïve, a fucking
blast to screw over, to tie up and have your way with me.
Just like in the
pictures!
”