Blindsight: The Series (Complete Erotic Suspense STANDALONE) (25 page)

``Really?'' I gasped, eyes still riveted to the stunning erotic photo that was somehow...me.
 

``Puttin' it right at the entrance.'' His hand returned to mine and his body was invading my space. His breath washed across my skin. ``Everyone that comes to the door will see your beautiful body.'' He pulled me up the steps and into his entryway, indicating the wall where my picture would hang.
 

My legs turned to jelly and my brain fizzled as arousal flooded my senses. ``I love when you say things like that,'' I murmured, feeling more turned on than I'd ever been.
 

``Mmm, like when I put you on display like a little slut?'' His lips were attacking my neck, his tongue laving up my ear and pulling at the lobe with his teeth.
 

``Jesus, I want to feel you inside me,'' I begged, my hands already working his boxers down his waist. My palms grazed across his rigid ass cheeks and I squeezed, loving the feel of his hard body in contrast to my soft one.
 

``Maybe I should fuck you right here, in front of the window that looks right out over the street,'' and before I could reply was planting my hands on the cool glass of his entryway and yanking down my panties. A groan radiated from my throat. If he fucked me here against the window anyone walking by could see us, see me.
 

``Oh God, Hunter...'' I breathed, needing to be fucked right now. Hard and fast without a second thought of an audience. The thought of being watched while Hunter took every single inch of my body turned me on shamefully.
 

``You like the idea of people seeing you, baby?'' His words were followed by the loud click of a doorknob, then a slow whoosh of warm air danced across my skin.
 

Oh Jesus. He'd opened the fucking front door. Right here with his dick poised at my entrance, cars creeping by at twenty miles per hour admiring the finely landscaped city homes, and me. About to be fucked like a dirty whore.
 

``Mm, fuck yeah you like that. You're so turned on, so wet. Say it, baby,'' he urged as he fisted at my full ass cheeks. ``Tell me what you need.''
 

``I need,'' I gasped when his thick cock invaded. ``Need you to fuck me, now.'' I was nearly growling with desperate pleasure.
 

A soft groan sounded before he landed a swift smack at my ass, and then another right on the same spot. The stinging pleasure turned to a sharp burn and I yelped, pulling away reflexively before he yanked me back to him. ``You need my belt around your neck to keep you still?''
 

His hand gripped around the root of his cock as he eased his thick girth inside me. A thumb grazed the hot, sensitive bud of my ass, a feral hiss escaping my lips when he eased one deft digit past the tight ring of muscle. His complete ownership of my body, his to show-off, his to play with, blasted my senses with waves of disgraceful desire. "Keep it quiet, Erin. Wouldn't want anyone to see those pretty tits, your slutty cunt wrapped around my dick, begging me to take this sweet ass." His sinewy form stretched across my back, his warm breath lighting fire across my nape and sending shivers through every nerve. "Shh.'' One punishing palm, the same that'd just eased his cock into my soaked pussy, wrapped around my mouth, choking off words and heaving pants. Caging me from all else but him, his body, his hands, his words. ``Anyone catches you, it'd be front page news. Maybe a video uploaded on the internet." His words and his roughened digits grating against nerve-endings that pulsed with white hot lust. "Ah, here comes someone now." Amusement and arousal coursed through his voice.
 

My hooded gaze cast to the street to see a handsome man in a three-piece suit approaching. My breath echoed in my chest when Hunter's thumb worked tight circles at the bud of my ass. My eyes focused on the stranger's dashing profile as my orgasm coiled and tightened deep in my belly. I wanted to turn away, I should be slamming the door, but I was reckless in Hunter's hands. The wanton slut buried down deep came out shamelessly, begging for his hands, his lips, his dirty talk, and his dick. Begging for all of him he would give me.
 

"So sweet and innocent." Hunter grazed teeth across my shoulder blade. A quiet whimper left my lips as I squirmed, my eyes still on the profile of the handsome businessman, praying he wouldn't look up, pure hot arousal throttling through my bloodstream at the possibility that he may.
 

He grunted and thrust fiercely, my hands sweating up the window pane, my fingernails searching for something to dig into before he fucked me straight to the floor, his words tumbling out as lust crowded all else. ``So fucking sweet. Can't wait to show my sweet little slut off to every fucking stranger that comes in my house. Should I tell them how you let me fuck you? Let me tie you up, force you to swallow my cock like a bad girl?'' His dirty talk frazzled my mind and sent arousal flooding over his dick and down my thighs. He removed his hand from my mouth, skating across the dips and hollows of my form.
 

``I'm going to come,'' I whimpered.
 

``You want him to watch you come, Princess?'' His rambles urged my orgasm on and I slid a hand between my thighs to work my fingers at my clit to hasten the rush. ``Not yet, baby girl,'' He smacked my other ass cheek in punishment for moving too soon, taking control. I loved his spankings and punishments; I would give up all control to get them.
 

I pulled away again, all but begging for another hit, never considering that the soft crack of his hand on my ass may alert the businessman strolling by. What would I do if he saw us? What if his eyes sparked with raw desire? Would I let them both fuck me? Yes, the shameful slut wiggled her ass again. I would beg for it.
 

Hunter's punishment landed on my ass and I sucked in a quick breath, the pain immediately followed by a rush of decadent pleasure. His other hand worked between my ass cheeks, the incredible sense of fullness almost too much to bear. Almost.
 

``Oh my God,'' I hummed, squirming in the only way I knew how to ask for it again. His deft fingers smoothed away any lasting bite before he landed a swift smack across my pussy, the sting radiating through my clit and causing an orgasm to burn its way through my nerves, building and begging for the final crescendo.
 

``That's it, Princess. Come all over my fat dick. I want two orgasms from you.'' Hunter's thumb retreated from my ass as he gripped both of my hips, rocking to an erratic rhythm before his muscles bunched and tightened as an orgasm crashed through him. Our voices fell into a primal symphony as he moaned that he was coming and I moaned as my second orgasm crashed through me in violent waves. I sucked in long breaths of air, feeling my body burn up and ignite with pleasure.
 

He slammed the door a moment later, before his sweaty body caged me in against the wall of cool glass. ``Jesus.''
 

``Yeah....'' I sighed, feeling my body begin its slow descent to normal.
 

"Next time I'm recording that."
 

``What? Hunter, no way!''
 

"You like to be watched." He winked and sauntered away, leaving me still reeling from the orgasms he'd given me. ``I need a cigarette after that one.''
 

``I swear, I never have any idea what's coming out of your mouth next.'' I giggled and righted myself, feeling thoroughly used, and anxious to see if there were any marks on my ass from the spankings. I loved his marks.
 

He only shrugged as I trailed behind him as he went for the kitchen and fished through a drawer, coming up with a beat-up pack of crinkled cigarettes. ``Last one.'' His eyebrows wagged sweetly.
 

I laughed. ``I thought you'd quit for good, I haven't seen you smoke one of those in weeks.'' I started a cup of tea for myself.
 

``Was trying.'' He winked. ``We'll call this the well and true last one.''
 

I followed Hunter out to his small balcony a moment later with a steaming cup of English breakfast in hand. ``The photo is beautiful. Thank you for taking it,'' I said, feeling humbled not only by his talent, but that he wanted to hang a photo of me in his house.
 

``I'm calling it `Blind Sight.''' He exhaled a plume of smoke.
 

``Interesting. Care to elaborate?'' I giggled, high on him.
 

``First,'' his eyes darkened, ``That giggle will get you fucked again.'' My eyes widened with his words, snapping me back to stark, naked reality. ``And I'm naming it `Blind Sight' because you were beautiful and innocent and blind to all the bad in the world, until I got a hold of you.'' His lips crooked up in a cocky grin.
 

``That sounds like a load of artistic bullshit.'' I arched an elegant brow at him, hoping he'd step up to my challenge.
 

``Quite the little critic, are we? You're gonna pay for that smart mouth.'' His growl burned through me and churned my insides with arousal. ``Turn around.'' Hunter whipped me in his arms and pressed me against the railing of his balcony overlooking the city.
 

With the city lights burning in my eyes, Hunter's palms ran up my thighs before a swift crack landed on my already sensitive behind.
 

Hunter was up to the challenge all right. I'd been a fool to ever doubt otherwise.

five

We camped out in Hunter's home until Thursday morning, before we found ourselves boarding a quick flight for the rescheduled shoot in New York. Hunter insisted that it couldn't be delayed anymore, and truthfully, an escape from this city sounded heavenly, even if we were only planning one night away.
 

``Are you sure it's okay we're so far away right now?'' I pulled my bag from the dark Lexus that was dropping us off at our hotel on the Upper East Side.
 

``It'll be fine, and work has to carry on, right?'' He cast aside my doubt with his infectious, vibrant energy. ``What do you say we stop for a slice of New York pizza after we drop these off?'' He gestured to the bags on his shoulders as we stepped into the balmy night.
 

``Right now? It's after midnight.'' I laughed. It felt good, his positive enthusiasm radiating through my body was something I'd missed these last few weeks since the world had crumbled in on us.
 

``Any time is a good time for pizza.'' He smiled as we stepped past the doorman to reception. Twenty minutes later we were giggling back through the lobby with Styrofoam boxes of giant, cheesy pizza slices in hand. We settled on the leather loveseat in the room, cross-legged and facing each other, gobbling down our pizza with bottles of beer and listening to VH1 Classic in the background.
 

``So I've been doing some research on your mom,'' Hunter said after he'd finished chewing.
 

``My mom?'' I asked, taking another bite of the slice.
 

``Well, you said you were in East Town first before you left the city.''
 

``Yeah?'' I said when I finished chewing.
 

``Do you know who bought the house in Clearview?''
 

``My mom. I don't know, I never thought about it.'' I set my pizza down and cocked a head at Hunter. ``Why?''
 

``I dug up the title.'' His eyes shot to me. ``They're public record. It's listed under a company name. Or was, before the corporation was dissolved.''
 

``Really? That's weird. I've never known her to be associated with any official corporation.'' I tilted my head and stretched my memory back to any information I had on the purchase of our house. ``She's owned it for almost thirty years. I think she finally paid it off a while ago...'' I shrugged, offering the only dim glimmer of information I had.
 

``It's been paid off for quite a while.'' Hunter ran a hand through his hair. ``I'm going to keep looking at it, but I thought I'd run it by you. It may mean nothing. Banks gave out home loans right and left back then.''
 

I only nodded in response, though my wheels were finally turning as I wondered why she'd had trouble paying bills all those years but never worried about keeping the house. Maybe she'd had assistance buying it through one of those low-income organizations? ``Let me know if you find anything more. I'll help however I can, even just to bounce ideas off of.'' I clasped his forearm in a soft squeeze. ``We should get to bed; the photoshoots always come too early.'' I sighed and rubbed my full tummy.
 

``You sure require a lot of sleep,'' Hunter teased and then swooped me in his arms and carried me to the king bed that dominated the other half of the room.
 

``I have a brutal boss that works me `round the clock,'' I giggled before Hunter's hands worked up my shirt, undressing me before tucking me into the cool sheets.
 

``I'm going to send a few emails then I'll be right over.'' He placed a poignant kiss on my lips before tucking the covers around my neck and placing another reverent kiss on my forehead. ``Sleep tight, Princess,'' his rough voice hummed and sent chills running through my system.
 

``I love you, Hunter.'' Drowsy with sleep, my eyes were already falling closed.
 

``Love you too, baby.'' His touch ran down the length of my body beneath the covers before he walked back to the couch and lifted his laptop into his lap and shoved another bite of pizza into his mouth.
 

The following morning we found ourselves in the suite of an up and coming international model who had hired Hunter to take photos of her for her fiancé, a rowdy NFL bad boy that couldn't keep himself out of the tabloids. Hunter never told me who his clients were beforehand, so I was shocked upon walking into the room when the woman walked out in a short silk robe, and after a double kiss on Hunter's cheeks and a quick once over at me, dropped it and was naked and ready. The following hours only made it more obvious she was very comfortable in front of the camera.