Pretty in Kink (8 page)

Diego placed a knee over one of her thighs, then the other,
pinning her legs together. His erect cock and tight sac loomed just above her
moist pussy. A buzz of ecstasy pulsed through her. At first she thought he’d
planned to move higher, to crawl up and slide his rod between her lips. Her
mouth salivated at that thought and she imagined it would taste salty and
bitter at once. But instead, Diego closed his legs tighter and held her thighs
captive between his knees.

“You’ll need a safe word, babe, a word that means stop,
because I’m going to do things to you. Things you’re going to discover you
love, and some that I suspect you’ve never had done to you before. But I’m
warning you, these things…they’ll be naughty, wicked. And completely
irresistible.”

He yanked her bound arms above her head, closed a hot palm
over the globe of one breast and touched his lips to hers. His eyes remained
open and stared into hers as he snaked his tongue out to trace her mouth. He
waited, a predator sampling his live prey just before the kill, calm yet
prepared to pounce as soon as she murmured what her safe word would be.

“Give me a word, babe. Any word at all.”

She thought of her bikini, now wound around her wrists.
“Pink,” she choked out, unable to stand the tortured suspense any longer of
what depravity his lessons might include.

That one colorful little word was all it took. The
floodgates burst open. He held her arms over her head with the ties and flipped
her over with a growl so that her bare ass became his for the taking.

Oh sweet Jesus!

It was too late to change her mind, even if she wanted to.
But Britt had no intention of stopping this delicious foreplay. She welcomed it
and tumbled into the clutches of wild, smoldering madness.

Sprawled on her belly with her bound wrists above her head,
Britt forced down a lump in her throat. She got the picture now, just like in
those bondage magazines Lexi read when she searched for contests to enter her
photographs in. Britt had flipped through them a time or two, her first
instinct being one of revulsion and incomprehension. But that tiny seed of
fascination sprouted, though not tiny enough to keep from soaking her panties.
She’d always thought there was something wrong with her to be enthralled by
such weird things, and deep down, she’d loved posing for Lexi’s pictures.
Fantasies had run rampant and unruly through her mind, but she’d forced them
away, worried she’d become a freak if she allowed her thoughts to move in that
direction.

And now here she lay, her wrists tied up and her legs spread
for his inspection, on a bed of pink rose petals the way she’d been in the
poses Lexi had wanted to mimic for the
Leather & Lace Magazine
contest. A sense of wayward defiance swept through her, almost as if she’d
broken the law. Moisture dribbled from her slit and her nipples ached where
they rubbed against the blanket and roses.

“Remember, if you ever say no, I won’t stop.” He hovered
over her back, whispering in her ear. The warmth of his big body permeated her
entire backside. Britt shivered, smelling the scent of clean perspiration, of
his arousal. It wrapped all around her, in her. “You have to use your safe word
before I’ll quit, before I believe you.”

She whimpered when he dragged his cock over one globe of her
rear.

“Ah, look at you.” He gripped the bikini he’d tied around
her wrists. Her eyes flew wide when he looped the other end of the string
around the couch leg to hold her arms in place, stretched above her. “So
gorgeous on the rose petals in front of a fire, just begging to be fucked.”

“Then do it.” She arched her ass up, reached as best as she
could for his shaft to touch her again, to slip inside her soaked cunt. Her
breath came in spurts when he held himself away from her, yet kissed the spot
on her neck just below her ear. He traveled lower. His hair brushed her right
shoulder blade, whiskers scraped her back and wet lips grazed her skin. She
trembled, shuddered. The silky rose petals were pressed against her cheek, her
nipples, all along the whole length of her front.

“Just ravish me.” Was that her voice, her words? “Now.”

He growled against her spine, his warm tongue flicking out
to trace its bumpy length. “Shh. I’ll be the one shooting the orders around
here, sweetheart.”

“R-really?” She panted and closed her eyes when he slid a
hand beneath her and cradled one breast. He tweaked the nipple, rolled it
between his fingers and rubbed the sensitive peak against the rough surface of
his palm. A jolt of electricity shot from her chest to her loins. “And what
w-will you do if I disobey you?”

“Mmm,” he murmured as he trekked lower, nipping at her waist
and her upper buttocks. “Today at the rally—damn, you were such a bad girl. I
think you deserve punishment. I’ll just have to spank you.”

The mental image of him swatting her butt sent a shock of
hormones bumping through her bloodstream. Her naughtiness today—oh my lord,
what had gotten into her? She’d engaged in some very racy behavior while he’d
watched her. She’d writhed half naked in a pool of gelatin with a very attractive
woman. She’d even kissed that woman and awakened a desire for something she’d
never dreamed of pursuing before today.

It came very close to the level of kinkiness in the
pictures. And so did this moment with him.

“Diego, I’m sorry, I…”

“I said shh.” He bit harder, and it shocked her to realize
the brief pain of it preceded a flood of pleasant heat pooling in her pussy. No
one had ever played rough with her during sex before, but she had a feeling
this was just a morsel of what would come. The anticipation of what awaited her
made her so horny, she didn’t recognize herself anymore.

“I-I want you to know I’ve never done this kind of thing
before.”

“I know, darlin’. I definitely know.” He shifted lower to
trail fluttery kisses over her other butt cheek. His hot breath fanned her skin
as he went. His hands were all over her, dragging over her back, ass and
breasts, making her muscles feel like a puddle of slush and her clitoris swell.
“But you can relax. I’ll take good care of you.”

He moved back up and leaned down, turned her head so he
could capture her mouth in a devastating kiss. His lips were soft and moist,
and he tasted of sin and pure animal desire. She strained, turned her head
more, kissed him back with a hunger she’d never experienced before, not even
with Michelle.

“Now listen,” he crooned against her mouth, his tongue
chasing hers, tracing her lips. “I want you to grip the leg of the sofa. Don’t
let go unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

The pressure of his fingers on her chin lessened, and she
marveled at the disappointment that she experienced at being free of his kiss
and the firm grip on her jaw. Seemingly unaware of the bombardment of emotions
he stirred in her, he retreated and traveled back down her body. Damn, he drove
her mad with a flurry of nips and kisses along her sides. His hands were
magical, caressing, molding, pinching, bringing nerves to life she didn’t know
existed.

Then he trailed one hand up her inner thigh and found her
crux. It nearly brought her off the floor. She suppressed a scream. Her hips
rose to allow him more space when he circled a finger around her clitoris, all
but neglecting the hardened pearl that would bring her final release if he
would just touch it.

“Diego…please.” She whimpered and thrashed. The fragrance of
roses melded with his arousal—or could that be hers?—incensed rather than
soothed her.

“Quiet.” To illustrate his control, he set one hand on her
rump. He paused a few moments then slid a finger inside her sticky passage.

Britt couldn’t help it this time. She cried out, her song of
pleasure echoing off the walls and blending with the soft patter of new-falling
rain against the windowpanes. The warmth of the fire engulfed her, competed
with the heat her own body generated and the cool burst of air from the
air-conditioning.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw that sweat beaded
across Diego’s forehead and chest. He knelt above her. His knees flanked one of
hers, keeping it from breaking free. He started an expert pumping rhythm, a
gleam of determination in his eyes as he fucked her with first one finger, then
another, three, then four. She pulled against the furniture and reared her hips
upward to meet his thrusts. Sobs tore from her throat and tears of joy welled
in her eyes. Ecstasy groped for her. She could swear she could see it, even
hear it as it galloped nearer.

“Diego, Diego…”

“Damn you’re so hot. I have to taste those pretty little
lips of yours.”

His words had come to her from a distance. Britt floated in
a dream state. It wasn’t until he flipped her back over and closed his mouth
over her apex that she understood he meant to taste her other lips.

His silky, wet tongue did a dance over her knot, followed by
a practiced swipe that sent her reeling. She hitched in a burst of hot air. Diego’s
fingers remained inside her, filling her, torturing her G-spot while his tongue
did wicked things to her outer folds.

Wild with wanton urges, she yanked against the restraint
he’d made out of her bikini, grappled for the couch leg. The yearning to be
free overtook her. She longed to wrap her arms around him, to spread her legs
wide and let him inside.

But just when he withdrew his fingers and she thought he’d
have mercy on her, she jolted at a reverberating sound. Raps on the door
brought her back to awareness, back to the reality that she lay nude on a bed
of rose petals before a fire in the living room of a man she’d met only forty
hours ago. And she’d let the devil himself tie her up and torture her into a
frenzied state of madness.

“Britt!” The short little knocks escalated to boisterous
pounding. “Open this door now.”

Diego’s head popped up. Her white cream glazed his dark
whiskers. “Who the hell is that? Ignore it.” He growled and dove back in.

Oh no, it was Lexi. How did she get Diego’s address? Britt
squirmed at the humiliation of it. “No, you can’t—”

Diego held her hips in place. His tongue slipped into her
drenched cunt, caressing every inch of her. She had no way of fighting the
fire. Her legs fell open in surrender and she arched her head back, gripping
the furniture until her wrists and fingers went numb. She tried to stifle a
whimper, but instead it exploded from her lips. Her eyes went crossed and she
gasped for air, spiraling into the depravity of her pussy being devoured while
her friend banged on a distant door.

“Britt, open up,” Lexi called from the front porch.

I already am open, you stupid, stupid girl. Go away, just
go away.

“It’s Lexi. Goddamn it, are you in there? I’ve left five
messages on your machine and ten on your cell, and you haven’t called me back
yet. Are you all right? Geez.”

“It’s…it’s my friend L-Lexi,” Britt whispered, about to
reach the pinnacle of paradise.

“I don’t know how she found my house, but tell her to go the
hell away.” Diego slipped a finger back inside her while his tongue vibrated
over her clit.

Britt groaned. “I-I can’t tell her to go away now that she’s
here. She somehow found out where I’m at, and—oh god, I’m going to…”

She exploded. Her breath hitched in, out. Tremors shook her
core, centered where his tongue pulsated on her knot. With each buck of her
hips, he finger-fucked her harder, deeper, faster. Somewhere in the distance,
the pounding on the door turned into the unbearable pounding in her loins. The
orgasm went on and on and on, and Diego didn’t seem ready to stop anytime soon.

When the final wave washed over her, he yanked his fingers
out, collapsed between her legs and pressed the tip of his cock against her
soaked cunt.

“I’m not hearing what I need to hear, babe.”

Britt looked into his crazed eyes. A light blazed there, one
she knew would never extinguish. His disheveled long hair framed a face hard
and masculine, yet so handsome it took her breath away just to study it. She
could smell her own sex on his breath, and saw that his jaw and lips were
glazed with her cream. In that one quiet moment where they became lost in each
other’s eyes, the heat built inside her again. Just by those few commanding
words and the intimate position he held her in, she knew she couldn’t stop him.

Unless she uttered the word “pink”.

But she also knew in her own heart she didn’t want to speak
that word, not even with Lexi lurking outside.

He pressed deeper. The head of his shaft spread her labia.
“Do it. Now. Either say it, or tell her to go away.”

She stared at him for another long moment, amazed at the
thought that all he would have to do is shove it to the hilt and she would come
again in one stroke.

“I-I’m fine, Lexi, really I am. H-hold on. Give me a couple
of minutes and I’ll be right there.”

“Good girl.” He whispered it in her ear, his voice deep and
hoarse with desire. “Now hang on. This is going to be a fast ride.”

When he slid inside her, she started to scream with the
ecstasy of it, but his lips covered hers, stifling the noise. Her own salty-sex
flavor burst in her mouth when he pushed his tongue past her lips. To submit to
a man with her arms tied above her head, his cock filling every inch of her
pussy and his wet tongue exploring her mouth made Britt’s head spin. Desire
recoiled in her groin. Her breasts were flattened by his chest, and with every
minute move he made, the crisp hairs on his pecs dragged over her nipples,
pulling that coil ever tighter.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, so horny underneath that prim
exterior of yours,” he murmured against her mouth. One hand skated down the
sensitive flesh of her inner arm and cupped a breast. Unhurried, he pulled out
then pushed back in. Her elixir gushed out around his thickness. “I’m not done
with you yet. Tonight’s just the beginning. Let me teach you to let go, baby.”

The wave neared. She could almost see its crest rising above
her, ready to crash on top of her. “I-I don’t know.”

He shoved in hard, pulled out fast. The tempo picked up. It
made her body jerk and her pussy start to spasm. She gasped, his expert
movements nudging her to the edge of insanity.

Somewhere off in the distance she heard pounding again, like
a drum. Or could that be her heart pumping hot blood through her system,
pooling heat in her loins?

“Say yes.” He panted, fucked her faster, claimed her. “Let
me show you more.”

The coil had stretched too tight. She drowned in
anticipation, ready for it to snap.

He shoved his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her hips
to meet his thrusts. “Say it.”

Lexi banged harder on the door.

“I…”

During that moment of indecision, one fingertip circled her
anus. No man had ever touched her there before, and the shock of it made her
heavy eyelids fly wide open. Her gaze met his. He continued to fill her in
quick strokes while swirling his fingertip around her rectum and used her own
cunt juices for lubrication. She stifled screams brought on by the wicked
sensations. She was ready to come, desperate for a baser release. Her loins
burned with the rising orgasm.

But adding this one unexpected form of stimulation brought
it to a level she’d never risen to before. It seemed the nerves there were
attached to her G-spot, tugging on the one thread that would hurl her over the
edge. With each circular motion of his fingertip, her pussy clenched around his
cock’s bulk, making him, in turn, stifle a groan.