Pretty in Kink (27 page)

Diego slipped his arms around Britt, molding her spine
against his chest and abdomen. She shivered when he spoke with his mouth
against her ear. “What I haven’t forgotten and fully intend to rectify is…about
half that stack of pictures hasn’t been reenacted yet.”

“Ooh, on that note, I’m gonna get the hell out of here, head
to the bank and go dig my vibrator out. Thanks, Diego, you rock. Love you,
Britty.” She threw her a kiss and crossed to Britt’s car.

Several of the snapshots moved through Britt’s mind like a
movie—the chastity belt photo, the one with the long leather flogger and the
vibrator poses. Britt’s nipples ached when she imagined Diego trying to get at
her while she wore a chastity belt. Desire spiraled down from the tight knots
straight into her pussy when she pictured his naked body all sweaty as he tried
to get her out of the constriction and get inside her.

She couldn’t catch her breath. Lust and this naughty
addiction to kink he’d started her on drove her mad. She turned in his arms and
blurted, “Take me to the store.”

Britt couldn’t see his eyes through the dark sunglasses, but
she didn’t need to. She knew he experienced the same sensations and urges.

“The store? Just went grocery shopping a couple nights ago.”

“No, I mean the toy store. I want a flogger and a pair of
those cool, furry handcuffs. And a butt plug or maybe some anal beads, along
with one of those vibrators that takes care of every hole at once. Oh, and we
could try a chastity belt. Along with some nipple clamps. And I’d like to buy a
bunch of porno flicks if you don’t—”

Diego swiped her off the ground and tossed her over his
shoulder. The other bikers whooped their admiration. Warm air tickled her ass
as the wind whooshed up inside her snug miniskirt. The asphalt blurred across
her vision. His tight ass shifted beneath the Levi’s as he walked, and she
could hear the seductive squeak of his leather vest with his stealthy
movements. Britt inhaled his all-male scent, knowing she would never tire of
that after-work essence of leather, oil, sweat and metal.

Or of the man.

“Diego, what the hell are you doing?”

He smacked her ass.

She moaned when the sting of it warmed and flooded her cunt.
Traffic zipped by, and teenaged boys hung out their open windows whistling,
honking and cheering their approval. Before she even had time to acclimate
herself to the bliss of the love pat, he tossed her onto his motorcycle and
shoved the helmet at her.

“Here, put this on and hold on tight, baby, because after
that breathless request of yours, I’m about to take you on the
kinkiest
ride of your life this time.”

Six months later

Britt walked through the front door and kicked it shut
behind her. She deposited her purse and keys on the side table and scanned the
living room. The long photo shoot had kept her away from home most of the day,
plus she’d swung by the retail space in Brandon to see Lexi’s new photography
shop. So she was long overdue and she hungered for her man. But the only traces
of him were the stereo strumming out classic Styx and an abandoned beer on the
coffee table.

“Babe, where are you?” She snatched up the mail and flipped
through it, but tossed it aside when it amounted to nothing more than ads and
bills.

He didn’t answer so she made a quick sweep of the house,
still chuckling to herself about the panicked phone call she’d just received
from Doris. “But what do I wear?” She and Lloyd had spent the entire last six
months playing cat-and-mouse games. Or rather, Lloyd had been on Doris’ tail,
and she’d at last given in and agreed to a date.

So funny to think of prim Doris dating Viking-like Lloyd.

When she passed into the kitchen and through the breakfast
nook area, she noticed the open patio door. Its curtain billowed on the evening
breeze, and with it came the succulent aroma of barbequed pork steaks.

“Mmmm.” Her mouth watered and she stepped out onto the deck.
She glanced to her right toward the grill and still didn’t see him, but then
she heard the rhythmic tapping from above. Britt’s gaze shifted upward and to
her left. The sun set in a brilliant show of pink and crimson across the sea.
The song of the surf and the caw of seagulls sounded as her stare locked on
Diego. He hammered nails into one of the main joists while perched on top of
the pergola frame and back-dropped by palms. His long hair rustled in the salty
breeze and she thought of a swashbuckling pirate wreaking havoc on the high
seas. An immediate yen assailed her to tangle her fingers in its thickness and
join him in his mischief.

“Hi, honey,” she called up. “What are you do—”

Her gaze drifted lower and followed the thick, black nylon
rope dangling just below him. At its end hung a strange contraption she’d never
seen before. The arched metal frame looked simple enough, as did the many
straps and the two stirrups attached to it. Still, she couldn’t quite figure
out its purpose.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Diego’s chipper voice carried down to her
as he scooted across the beam and made his way down a ladder. “How was your
day?”

“It sucked. Long and hot and boring, and I missed you like
crazy. I’m so glad to be home. Uh, what the hell is that thing?”

He stepped to the deck and grinned, and the happiness in his
eyes took her breath away. “It’s a swing.”

“A swing?”

“Yeah.” He crossed to the grill and lifted the lid. Meat
sizzled and smoked. As he speared the steaks and plopped them onto a platter,
he clarified, “A BDSM swing.”

“A…oh. One of
those
? Are you serious?”

He switched off the dials and wiggled his eyebrows. “Very.”

She recalled that night he’d handcuffed her to the pole at
the edge of the hot tub and made love to her under the stars. Desire flooded
her system, rushing straight through her blood, pounding in her cunt like the
surf. Taking in a breath that seemed to cleanse her of the day’s stress, she
asked, “And you’re going to make love to me in that thing right out here for
the whole world to see?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he drawled, swaggering
barefoot toward her wearing nothing but cutoff, ragged jeans shorts. His cock
nestled in a nice bulge just below that spot where the sparse hairs of his
tight, flat abdomen trailed down and disappeared. Strong, corded legs with a
smattering of brown hair made her think of his incredible thrust power, how he
could pound into her with just the right strength and control to bring her to
levels of bliss she still couldn’t believe after all this time.

His eyes shone stark against the tan of his skin, and she
adored how he’d left himself unshaven for the day. Britt could just imagine the
soft scrape of the whiskers against her inner thighs as he feasted on her
pussy. At that lusty thought, she let go of the rest of the day’s stress and
unleashed her libido, scrutinizing his well-formed chest and the tight pebbles
his nipples made. She loved not knowing what naughty things he would come up
with next, and could never see their relationship going sour.

With her panties already starting to dampen, she scanned the
beach below. Damn. Not a soul strolled the shore, but that didn’t mean no one
would pass by later. She wished someone would. He’d gotten her entangled in an
addiction she couldn’t resist. The kinkier the better, and Diego didn’t seem to
be wearing down at her enthusiasm for more.

She went right to work on the buttons of her blouse. Britt
pushed the garment off her shoulders and let it pool on the deck behind her
stilettos. Except for during lingerie shoots, she rarely wore a bra anymore, so
she sighed when the cool evening air caressed her nipples. They tightened into
buds beneath Diego’s hot inspection, but she didn’t give him long to linger.
She unfastened her skirt, watching him watch her. Already, lust pounded between
her legs, and she could see his cock growing larger before her eyes, straining
to get out of his shorts.

He said nothing, just moaned his approval, eyeing her every
move.

The warm stickiness of cream coated her sex, her body’s rush
to slicken her vagina for his entry. Britt was in a rush as well. She yearned
to get in that swing and get thoroughly fucked while the Florida winds stirred
around them and the tide played havoc on the sea just out of their reach.

Wiggling out of the skirt, she let it and her panties drop
to the deck. As she stepped out of the garments and crossed on high heels to
the swing, she said, “Help me get in this thing, now…before I faint from
breathing so hard.”

He shook his head, raking her naked body with a hungry
stare. “Oh man, babe, I don’t know how you do it. One look at that body and I’m
hard, just like that.” He snapped his fingers and unbuttoned his shorts with a
sigh. The purplish head of his shaft peeped over the denim’s edge. Britt loved
the salty taste of his rod in her mouth, the silky yet steely sensation of it
against her tongue, but she had this urgent need to bypass all the foreplay and
just get right to the penetration.

She turned her back to the swing, reached up and gripped the
nylon straps, shoved her ass through the bottom U and leaned back. The
contraption had several support straps, and Diego aligned the top one across
her upper back and under her armpits. A second one crossed behind her hip and
waist area. Then, one at a time, he guided her heels into the fur-lined
stirrups. The swing’s design left her in a half-reclining position with her
knees drawn up. A cool gust of wind whipped in and stirred up her scent.

Diego inhaled, his eyes taking on a predator’s hungry sheen.
“Ah yeah, that’s the way. Damn you look so hot.”

“Hm, and you don’t look bad either. But would you hurry it
up? I’m about to explode. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this horny so fast in
all my life. Just fuck me. Stick it in now. No playing around.”

Amusement lit his face. His eyes simmered with the heat to
come. “You really want it just wham-bam?”

She tightened her grip on the swing’s straps, knowing he
would give her just what she asked for. The inner walls of her vagina
contracted in anticipation. “Yes, wham-bam, fuck me and get me off, just like
that.” She snapped her fingers, mimicking his prior gesture.

Diego tugged down his shorts just far enough to unleash his
shaft, now swollen into a full-blown hard-on. With his eyes drilling into hers,
he planted his feet apart below the contraption, swung her body toward his and
circled her damp labia with the tip. A jolt of ecstasy ripped through her. Ah,
it would be so easy, so fast and sure. Just like any other time she could come
this way, with his cock teasing the outside of her drenched cleft. But for some
reason, tonight she had to have him deep inside her when she came. She had an
urge, a desperation to have him—all of him—as fast and complete as possible.

“Diego, please.” She panted and locked her pleading gaze
with his. “Now. I mean it. I don’t know why, but I just have to have you now.
Every inch, every drop.

Without a word, he gave her what she wanted, aligning the
head of his rod with her dripping cunt. His big hands clutched her hips,
holding her still, and his engorged cock pushed through her juicy slit and
filled her, spearing her to the core. The full moon had emerged opposite the
fading light of dusk. It outlined his head and he howled, throwing his head
back. The sensation of hanging suspended above his sex with the evening ocean
breeze cooling her skin and the sound of the surf nearby proved to be pure
heaven. But still, she had to satisfy that animal drive and savor a fast fuck
and swift come.

It didn’t seem Diego would give her what she wanted after
all. He held her there for a long moment, his balls twitching against her ass,
his manhood buried to the very root. He didn’t move. He just stood there, his
rippled, bare chest rising and falling with his heavy respirations as if he
fought the clutches of madness.

“Please, please, just do it,” she said.

His eyes had been rolling back in his head, but he lowered
his gaze when she spoke. She saw a burning, passionate love in his gaze so
intense it almost frightened her. She reached out, stroked his face and savored
the sensation of his whiskers against the sensitive flesh of her palm.

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

He turned his face into her palm and kissed it,
feather-soft. One of his hands slid down and he dug in the front pocket of his
gaping shorts. He pulled his fist out, holding it there above the spot where
their bodies joined.

“Britt, I love you.”

Intense affection washed through her, but she still had that
unsatisfied urge between her legs. “Oh honey, I love you too.” Her breathy tone
had an edge of perplexity and impatience.

He opened his fist. Her gaze sliced down. She gasped, now
understanding the strange mood between them. There, in the moist palm of his
large hand, sat a glittering diamond ring, so pretty in all its platinum glory.

Somewhere in the periphery, one of his favorite artists, Bob
Seger, belted out, “Someday, lady you’ll accomp’ny me.”

She gulped down a lump. Not once in the last several months
since she’d moved in with him had they discussed marriage. He’d mentioned
having a son together, but no marriage. Even as happy as he made her, she’d
never even dreamed of it. As far as she had been concerned, there could be no
life better than what he already offered her.

“Diego, I…wow.” She shoved a hand through her hair, amazed
that even with the distraction of his offering, she continued to be very
conscious of him filling her, of the tiny prickles of desire threatening to
explode at any second.

“Britt…I… I couldn’t think of any other way to propose to
you. I wanted it to be unique, yet to signify the special relationship that
started with a kinky pack of pictures. In those snapshots, I glimpsed this
gorgeous, amazing woman who brought me down on my proposal knee from my first
glimpse of her. I wanted you then, so badly, but I want you even more now. For
forever. Britt, will you please marry me?”

The tears threatened to dampen her ardor, but she didn’t
care anymore if she didn’t get her much-needed climax. He stood there with the
breeze blowing his hair and his shaft inside her, looking so male and handsome
she couldn’t breathe. And yet his words sounded almost sad, as if he fully
expected her to say no. His eyes flickered with the emotional torture she’d
glimpsed in the old Diego’s eyes, before she knew what made him tick, or
struggle to tick. She ached to take him in her arms, but how did she do that
among the tangle of all these straps?

The thought made her grin. It illustrated their relationship
and the desperate tangle of love they had for each other. But she didn’t have
to think about it anymore. She never wanted him to unbind her from this
lifestyle he’d introduced her to. Knowing that, she couldn’t think of a better,
more appropriate, more romantic marriage proposal than this one with her cunt
swallowing up his cock to the hilt while she dangled from a swing and he
offered her a ridiculously huge rock of a ring.

She threw her head back and laughed. “Of course I’ll marry
you. What a stupid question.”

Diego stared at her with his mouth hanging open for all of
two seconds. His lips twitched with humor and he said, “Damn, for a while there
I thought you were going to screw me over.”

“Never, but I sure wish you’d screw me. That is, after you
put that rock on my finger. And honey?”

“Huh?”

“Please don’t go down on one knee. Stay right where you
are.”

His chuckle vibrated deep inside her. Waves of desire
clouded her vision as he slid the ring onto her finger. She turned her hand
this way and that among all the straps of the swing. The warm and heavy ring
glittered and shimmered by the light of dusk.

But her engorged pussy felt warm and heavy too.

She had to have relief.

“Does this mean I’ll get to see you in a tie after all?” she
asked, brushing her lips over his.

He frowned. “Yeah, with my leather jacket and holey jeans at
our biker wedding.”

She laughed. She sounded happy to her own ears, content,
loved and in love. “And me in leather chaps with nothing but a G-string under
them?”

“Hmm, not so sure about that.” His gaze narrowed with a
jealous gleam. He kissed her long, deep, full of emotion and possession. “Might
have a problem keeping you to myself. And that ain’t happenin’ because you’re
all
mine
.”