Pretty in Kink (4 page)

“I want you,” he breathed into her mouth. “Now.”

“Mmmm, yes—no.” She sucked his lower lip into her mouth,
scraped it between her teeth and explored it with her tongue. “I-I need time to
get to know you.”

“Yeah, well, I already know you,” he rasped, hitching her up
so she straddled him while he stood, boots planted wide. The move slammed her
jean-clad juncture flush against the head of his cock. She cried out, but he
ignored her agony. He rained kisses over her chin, her cheeks, her lips. “Deep
down inside, you’re a wildcat clawing to get out of that prim façade. Ahh,
Britt, I can help. I want to help you let go of your inhibitions.”

“No. Shh.” She protested his tempting offer even as she
wrapped herself tighter around him.

He stumbled to the breakfast bar and kicked aside the
nearest barstool. It went tumbling, but he didn’t seem to care.

Neither did she. Far from it. She needed this,
had
to
have it or she’d die.

Diego plunked her rear onto the tiled countertop. Even
through the denim of her pants, the surface cooled her hot, swollen labia.

“Ever since I laid eyes on you in those—in the store, I
haven’t been worth a damn. I can’t sleep, I can’t work, I can’t get you out of
my fucking mind. And I can’t get rid of this damned hard-on. All I can do is
think about burying myself in your wet cunt.”

Britt sucked in a surprised breath, holding it for a long
moment before she released it. The dirty talk came naturally to him and it made
her lower belly flood with more warmth. He was a raw, rough-around-the-edges
man full of wicked revelations, and against her usual standards, she accepted
the fact that he turned her on in spite of it.

No man had ever spoken to her in such straightforward terms
before now, or taken such physical charge during intimacies. Though courteous,
in retrospect she could conclude they had all been pretentious, boring men.

But even though her intuition reprimanded and screamed
Run!
,
she couldn’t seem to obey it. She had never even entertained the idea of dating
a man like Diego, much less sleeping with one. Between Doris shoving so many
stodgy brokers, CEOs and lawyers her way, and the busy itinerary Doris kept for
her, Britt had never had time to set her sights elsewhere.

Is this what she’d been missing, what Lexi found so alluring
in her choice of men? And was this what Britt truly wanted?

Her answer came in the resigned, almost ashamed growl he let
out. “Goddamn it, I’m sorry, Britt.” He started to step away, but she held her
legs clamped around his hips.

“Sorry? For what?”

“Using such crude language. It’s, uh…second nature to me,
but I gotta say, you bring it out like hell in me.”

She slid down his body, stood and righted her tank top. Even
though she’d discovered she wanted it, his words of regret made her face flame
with mortification again. She fiddled with the elastic band around her wrist,
made use of her hands by sweeping her mussed hair into a haphazard ponytail with
it. “I-it’s all right.”

“Holy hell, you look gorgeous with your hair up.” But he
shook his head, backed away, readjusted the jeans across his crotch and raked a
hand over the rich-brown hair sleeked back across the crown of his head. “Look,
I should leave before I corrupt you beyond repair. We’ll try this another
time.”

“Does it show that easily?” she blurted.

His eyebrows came together. “Does what show?”

“My inexperience with…corruption.” Butterflies fluttered in
her belly. Had she really said that?

“I’m not sure.” Diego’s gaze didn’t waver. It bore into her
as if a vampire’s trance held her under its spell. His voice seduced her by its
tone of sexual fire and the intimate question he posed to her. “
Do
you
have experience with kinkiness?”

Only in pictures.
“I… No.” She sighed, relieved she’d
admitted her embarrassing issue.

He strode closer, framed her face in his warm hands and
winked. “Would you like an expert tutor? I would love to take on the job.”

The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing. She
stared into his eyes, so dark, so mesmerizing, and pondered her answer.

Her panties were a clear reminder of what she’d missed out
on. She’d wanted him—hell, just a quickie would have done the trick. But if it
hadn’t been for him feeling the need to stop and apologize, she’d probably
already be tainted. Oh yeah, she’d have that huge erection buried between her
legs at this very moment.

“I…”

Almost as if he didn’t want to hear her answer, he ducked
his head and pressed his lips to hers again. It reignited the embers and sent
sparks zipping through her bloodstream. His lips were soft and moist, and she
could almost taste his need for her. His apparent intent was to coax her right
into bed. But what more did he allude to in asking her if she had experience?

Her mind rewound to the pictures again. The photo shoot had
mimicked some of the content in articles and pictures in kinky magazines. It
amazed her that people did those things in their private lives. In fact, it
fascinated Britt way more than she’d let on to Lexi. She’d never have admitted
it to her best friend, but after the shoot, her G-string had been soaked and
her labia and clit swollen with an unbearable desire for uninhibited, wild sex.

She’d had to go home in the wee hours of that morning and masturbate
the pent-up energy out of her system just so she could get to sleep.

It had turned her on, all that naughty posing, a shoot far
different from her daily routine. She’d pretended she really was being tied up,
spanked, blindfolded, ravished by sex toys, by a man such as Diego controlling
her. Getting kinky—whatever Diego’s version of that implied—and relinquishing
control to a man like him was fast becoming a secret fantasy. But did she dare
reveal it? Maybe his form of corruption was nothing more than a few dirty words
uttered during sex.

Um. No. She didn’t think so. The man was intense and
cryptic, a bad boy through and through. But did she want to see just
how
bad?

Diego drew back, severing the electricity of the kiss. He
tipped her chin up and forced her to look into his tortured gaze. His eyes were
glazed with restrained lust. They were the only thing about him, she realized,
that ever gave away his true emotions.

“Come home with me. Forget the rally. I’ll feed you
breakfast in bed. And then I’ll begin with those kinky lessons.”

She swallowed, the brand of his hand on her chin so hot, so
commanding it almost hurt. Breakfast in bed. His bed. She tried to picture it.
What sort of depravity would those lessons include? Tying her up the way Lexi
had? Spanking her? Delicious curiosity and the need to break from a shell she
hadn’t understood she’d been huddling in prior to meeting him had her heart
racing with temptation.

“Britt?”

God she loved the sound of her name edged by that hoarse
voice. “Yes?”

“What do ya say? Come home with me. Now.” He moved closer,
so close his erection singed her lower stomach through their clothing. His eyes
looked down into hers, holding her captive, and his arms tightened around her
so that her breasts smashed against his chest. She caught his manly scent again
and imagined it surrounding her in the tangle of sheets and the passion of
unabashed sex. Her mouth watered and she tasted the scrumptious flavor of his
last kiss. But she craved more, needed to embrace the decadent sin he offered
her.

“Come on, babe. Let me make love to you all day long. Let me
show you things you’ve never seen before.”

Britt’s knees turned to hot jelly. The frank request in his
sexy voice and the carnal gleam in his eyes made her vision wobble. “I…oh god.”
She closed her eyes and swayed against him, her hand planted on the swell of a
hard pectoral.

He caught her up before she collapsed into a heap at his
feet. “Is that a yes?”

Britt looked up at his downcast face. Handsome, rugged. The
devil himself. “I don’t know what to say.”

His mouth curved up at the corners. “How about yes?”

She inhaled, gathering her wits about her, and whispered,
“N-no.”

He stiffened and sighed. His eyes smoldered with flames of
desire. “Okay. I understand.”

“I want to go to the bike rally first, then we’ll see about
that…meal in your bed.” She gripped the lapel of his jacket and grinned. “I’ve
never been to a biker function before. I’m intrigued. Besides, it’s a gorgeous,
sunny day. I bet it would be a perfect kind of day for riding a motorcycle.”

“That’s my girl.” He hitched her up so she straddled him and
then headed toward the door in long strides.

“So now that we’ve got all that out of the way,” she said on
a giggle, doing her best to ignore his arousal grinding into her pussy, “can I
have that ride on your bike you promised me?”

“Damn right.” He set her down and snatched up her backpack.
Handing it to her, he asked, “You brought the bikini, right?”

She nodded, unable to suppress a grin and the words that
tumbled out of her mouth. “Every string of it.”

He swiped a hand over his forehead. “Let’s go. You tell me
any more about that suit, I guarantee you we won’t be going to the rally.” He
strode out the door.

She locked up and followed him out to the bike. Her pulse
spiked in anticipation. “Can’t wait to ride it,” she murmured, wringing her
sweaty palms together.

Thrusting a helmet at her, he drawled, “Darlin’, stick with
me and you’ll get the ride of your life.”

Britt couldn’t believe her eyes. They stood at a makeshift
tiki bar in the middle of a fenced-in field waiting for the bartender to take
their order. The worn wooden fence stood eight feet high and enclosed what at
first glance looked like an innocent carnival.

But on closer examination, there wasn’t anything innocent
about it. Naughty, yes, but far from innocent.

Britt’s face warmed as she took it all in.

A band played classic rock music on a platform nearby. The
beat of the drums pounded in her chest while a crowd of leather-clad men and
women cheered, whooped and danced suggestively in the baking sun.

Up on the far hill, an all-nude motorcycle race followed a
trail of what appeared to be dangling sausages. Ha. And the women passengers
nipped at them as their partners attempted to maneuver their bikes without
crashing or stalling before their ladies deep-throated the sausages.

Wow.

She glanced to her right. A built-in swimming pool up by a
ranch-style house overflowed with clothed and non-clothed partiers.

Men and women, women and women and groups of men and women
made out in the water, on the pool deck, in front of pop-up campers, in the
crowd watching the band, on the tailgate of pickup trucks, anywhere and
everywhere.

An orgy, or just goofy fun among friends?

Britt couldn’t decide as she stood next to Diego and scanned
the perimeter. She knew she gawked like a kid, but she couldn’t help herself.
Maybe “rally” was code for orgy?

Diego pressed his hand to the small of her back and chatted
with the bartender. The way he dragged his thumb around in a circle over her
spine sent thrills of heat through her bloodstream. She detected a sense of
control from him, possessiveness, and yet his touch implied that he wanted to
soothe her and put her at ease, even encourage her to relax and let loose if
the mood struck her.

Did it—
would
it—strike her? She let her gaze roam
some more and became aware that she seemed to be the only person standing stiff
and guarded, the way a cornered cat would when looking for a way out.

C’mon, Britt. It’s not like they’re going to roast you
over the fire with the hog. Or rape you or throw you in a cage to be leered at
by men and women and the few stray dogs running the land.

Still, she sidled a step closer to Diego. Her pulse slowed a
few beats when he slid an arm over her shoulder and tucked her close to his
side.

Nice. Comforting.

The bartender bumped fists with Diego across the bar, did an
uplift-type nod. “Hey, ’sup, Scoundrel? What’ll ya have?”

“Water for now,” Diego said to the bartender. “At least
until I decide if we’re staying over or not.”

“You, sweetheart?” the man asked.

Britt tore her stare from a group of buffed-up bikers arm
wrestling at a nearby picnic table. The bartender’s kind hazel eyes swept her
with a sympathetic look that said, “It’s okay, we won’t bite.”

She dragged in a deep breath. “Uh…I-I think you better give
me something strong. How about a Long Island Tea? Light on the tea.”

Diego and the man chuckled in unison. Diego pressed a kiss
to her temple and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let anyone
eat you up. Except for me.”

She peered into his eyes, so intense it sent a tumble of
heat to her groin.

“Ha-ha, I’m not worried. Just
taking it all in.” She hooked her thumb through a belt loop at his back and
grinned up at him. “But still… Don’t leave me alone just in case there
is
a hungry monster or two out there somewhere.”

Diego gave a snort of delight, tossed a couple of bills on
the bar and took their drinks from the bartender. He pushed the cold, wet glass
into her hand.

She continued to study her surroundings. Vendor tents lined
one length of the fence near the guarded gate where they’d been admitted a few
moments ago. The sweet scent of funnel cakes and gamey-smelling barbequed
burgers mingled with the odor of cigarette smoke and a pungent smell she could
only guess to be pot. She’d never smoked it and never would. But a freeing
sense seized her at standing here inhaling the aromas and knowing she was
welcome to join in or not, or even stare if she needed to and no one would give
a pooh.

Yeah,
way
different than any stuffy party she’d ever
been to.

But she enjoyed it so far and absorbed everything around her
like a dry sponge.

Other vendors sold leather vests, do-rags, t-shirts and
skimpy women’s clothing, while some peddled strange-looking pipes, motorcycle
parts…and sex toys.

That one was right next to the tiki bar and even busier,
packed with long-haired, tattooed men, bald men with piercings in various
strategic places and women who showed more skin than Britt had in the photo
shoot with Lexi. She strained to see what sort of toys were on display. Funny,
she owned a standard six-inch vibrator—which no one knew about it, not even
Lexi. Now
there
was a connection between prude Britt and Diego’s wild
friends. Her face flamed again. She thought of how horny she could get using
that ordinary vibrator.

She strained to look closer, spying some
interesting…contraptions. What other kinky toys were they selling in that tent?

A sudden squeal had her flicking her gaze back to the crowd
in front of the bandstand. She spotted a group of five women in leather
gyrating to the music. No, wait. Scratch the “in” leather part. The women were
topless and swinging their leather halter-tops over their heads. They poured
beer over breasts and licked each other clean. Britt’s face warmed. Her pulse
sped up, and though she knew she gawked, she couldn’t take her gaze from the
wild scene.

“Can’t make up your mind between the toys and the topless
women?” Diego asked nonchalantly as he guided her to a picnic table set in front
of some sort of blow-up boxing ring. With…with several men dumping buckets of
Jell-O
in it?

She rubbed her lips together to help close her gaping mouth
and glanced back at him. “N-no. Sorry. It’s just all so…so interesting, I can’t
seem to quit staring.”

He tossed her backpack on the bench, pinched her chin and
tilted her face up, forcing her to look deep into his eyes. A pleasant shiver
raced up her spine. “Hey, no reason to be sorry. I understand it’s not your
usual scene. We can go if you’d like.”

“Oh no. No.” She shook her head. “I-I didn’t mean it that
way. I’ve just never been to a party like this before, but I’m enjoying it so
far. In fact, I’m glad you brought me.”

“Really?” He grinned and rubbed his thumb over her bottom
lip. She had an urge to bite it, to suck it inside her mouth, but she resisted.

“Really.”

He kissed her, right there in front of everyone. The gentle
brush of his lips sucked the strength out of her, made her eyelids flutter and
her knees go weak. Why was it that her knees always seemed to be affected by
everything he did?

“Be right back,” he said with a click of his tongue and a
wink that made her dizzy with giddiness.

She gripped the table and lowered herself to the bench. Wow.
What that man could do to her with so little effort. She toyed with her long
ponytail and tried to catch her breath without appearing as if she were some
infatuated, drooling teenager.

He took a few steps to a nearby vendor trailer, sauntered
back to her with a huge plate of powdered-sugar-coated funnel cake.

“Breakfast,” he announced with a devastating grin that made
her heart do a flip in her chest.

He sat next to her. She caught the pleasant aroma of soap
and leather entwined with smoke.
Nice.

She took a long draught of the cocktail, then picked at the
warm cake. The sweet, doughy sensation of it melted in her mouth. Not her usual
diet, and she’d never had a drink this early in the morning before, but the
cake tasted heavenly and the cocktail went down smooth and strong. The heat of
the morning sun beat down on her back while the cool, potent mixture slid down
her throat and quenched her thirst. She took several more gulps and sighed when
the first traces of alcohol hit her system.

Britt’s gaze met his. Warmth and amusement twinkled in his
eyes and gave her a sense of safety and a sudden charge of excitement. “Sorry
about, you know, all the open gawking. I probably look like a kid who just
found her parents’ stash of porn movies, don’t I?”

Diego popped a wad of cake in his mouth, licked his fingers.
He cupped her jaw and traced her cheek with his moist thumb. “No, it’s fine. Ya
know, here—and anywhere with me—you can let go, explore, ask questions, give
things a try if you want. Let loose. I won’t get pissed.”

Let loose.

“Yes, yes. Sure, I know.” Her gaze wandered around the
perimeter, noting all the RVs and pop-up campers lining the fence, then over to
the topless women again. They were dirty dancing with each other, licking hard
nipples and kneading breasts, shoving their hands down each other’s cutoff, skimpy
Levi’s shorts. The fact that they didn’t care who saw them made Britt smile and
her pussy warm. She’d always had a secret fantasy of making love to a woman,
but she’d
never
told anyone—oh my lord, no—and she’d never pursued it
for sure.

And yet the fantasy played out right here in front of her,
the real thing. And no one seemed to bat an eye, especially not Diego. She
supposed it was old school for him. He’d doubtless been in the middle of a
group like that many times in his past.

A stab of jealousy overrode her pleasure and spoiled the
sense of freedom she’d been riding. She tore off a piece of cake, chased it
with another swallow of the drink. The conglomerate of liquors worked, calming
her nerves with each sip and gulp.

A burly, tattooed man sat down opposite Diego. He wore a red
hanky do-rag over gold-blonde hair secured in a low ponytail at the back of his
neck like Diego’s. He sported several piercings on his lip and eyebrows.
Handsome in a bad-boy, biker kind of way, she decided.

His gray eyes swept Britt with a look of respectful
appreciation. “Hey there. Name’s Glen. This is mine and my wife’s place, the
house with the wild pool party too, but I don’t take responsibility for
anything any of these crazy bastards and chicks do—unless it turns out to be
something good, which is hard to come by.” He held his hand across the table
and she placed hers in his bear paw. It was warm and soft. Welcoming.

Britt laughed at his dry humor. “Nice to meet you, Glen. I’m
Britt. You have a great place here—including the ‘wild pool’—and the charity
function is an admirable thing.”

“Thanks, doll. Now I have a question. What the hell’s a
classy chick like you doing with a punk like this Scoundrel dude?”

Britt couldn’t help but giggle again. “Scoundrel?” That was
the second time she’d heard him called that and she’d just realized it was
being used as a proper name, not in general.

Diego shrugged. “Eh, just my idiot friends trying to be
funny.”

“Hell with that.” Glen snorted. “You earned that name
big-ass time. Always breaking the ladies’ hearts.”

She eyed Diego over the rim of her cup. “Really? Well I
think that’s kind of obvious just looking at him.”

“Oooh. Uh-oh, look out, she’s hot on ya, man.” Glen’s
eyebrows arched, but he didn’t say anything more.

Diego didn’t miss a beat of his friend’s humor, and he
didn’t seem to be threatened by Glen’s reference to Diego’s player image
either. He took a long gulp of his ice water then shook the cup at Glen. Ice
rattled. “On the other hand, Glen here’s the top-dog asshole. He’s not as mean
as he looks, though.”

Glen shrugged his strapping shoulders and examined the label
on his bottle of beer. He wore a black leather vest with no shirt beneath it.
His hairy chest revealed more tattoos. “Fuck you, man. I’ll show you mean.”

The two laughed and bumped fists across the table.

“Hey. Couldn’t help overhearing…” Glen downed half the beer,
belched. “This here bastard, there
is
one thing that’ll piss him off.”

Britt gave Diego a sidelong look. His eyes grew stormy and
he shot Glen a glare that could kill, one that said, “Shut the hell up, or
else.” Diego took a mouthful of ice, chomped and shifted his boots beneath the
table.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Britt asked.

Off in the distance, a hard-rock song started, the lyrics
chanting something like, “You’re mine, babe, you’re mine. Watch out, I know the
sign.”

“Shut up, Glennon. It’s none of your damn business,” Diego
grumbled.

Glen raked Britt up and down with a look of male
appreciation. “A sophisticated broad like this, I think she needs to know that
in spite of all the kinky shit she’s seeing out here, you don’t share your
women. Well, at least not with men. Now with women…” His gaze danced to the
topless biker chicks. “That’s another story. Not
in
his bed, mind you.
Just gets off on watchin’ his babe play and tease him. Oh no, won’t welcome
anyone else in his bed. It’s just a twofer. Damn him,” he grumbled.

“A twofer? Sounds juvenile. Now goddamn you, you prick,”
Diego muttered, “it’s our first date. She doesn’t need to hear that crap.”

An idea started forming in Britt’s head, granted it swam
with the Long Island Tea, but that had become her vehicle to get up the nerve.
She eyed the seductive women. Her pussy flooded with heat and her mind raced in
anticipation at each sense that could become enhanced. Would she like the taste
of a woman, the feel of her skin, the pressure of fleshy breasts and nipples
together, getting full-on cunnilingus with one of these gorgeous, uninhibited
gals? The anticipation that Diego would “get off” on it, that he’d be watching
her please and be pleased by another woman?
Phew.
The entire scenario
had Britt’s pulse going thready and her panties dampening.