Hidden Pleasures #5: Teased

Teased

Hidden Pleasures Book Five

By

Kitty Hunter

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Published By: A Tale of Two Kitties Press

Teased

© 2014 by Kitty Hunter

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First A Tale of Two Kitties Press publication April 2014

Table Of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Other Works

To My Readers

About The Author

Ronnie

T
elling Gavin no was hard. Getting through to Luis with a rejection was even harder. Her dark-haired lover was the most persistent man she’d ever met.

The ground still hadn’t settled under their feet since the day Luis and Gavin gifted her with her emerald cuffs. Nothing had been spoken aloud, but a different vibe juiced their interactions. Gavin was on edge—uncomfortable—and trying not to show it too much. Luis, for his part, acted normally, but tension rode beneath the surface. As always, Luis was kind, affectionate, and serious when they hung out; a total master of her body when they made love.

At some point, that's what it had become. Making love. Because she loved her Doms, and they loved her. She knew this.

But what did that really mean in a relationship with three people? She couldn't love them the same, because they weren't the same. She kept hoping that she'd meet someone she could talk to about her feelings, but it wasn't like she could call her mom up and say, “Hey mom, I'm confused about my boyfriends. They’re so hot and sweet and like to tie me up and spank me. But I'm confused about which one to marry. If we'll ever get married at all. And maybe they might want kids someday, and how the heck will that work? What should I do?”

Just telling her mother she was dating two men at the same time had almost sent her into a stroke. Spilling the whole story might trip her into early onset Alzheimer’s.

Unfortunately, every time they'd visited Luis's club, Hidden Pleasures, the men escorted her straight to a secluded room or alcove and got busy making her come. Over and over again. Except for that one time they'd fingered her together on the dance floor. So, no chance to chat up one of the other submissives either.

She'd been so consumed with lust she hadn't noticed if anyone watched their public almost-sex play, but the idea that eyes were on them, on what they did together really turned her on. Eventually, Luis and Gavin would find out, and she could only imagine what they'd do then.

Her nipples hardened and her clit swelled with anticipation. Oh what a dirty little secret. They’d find out, somehow.

Keeping the knowledge to herself would be hard. Luis had a way of knowing what she thought before she did. And Gavin...well, he'd just use his tongue all over her, tease her with his cock, and fuck the confession right out of her.

Maybe she needed more dirty secrets.

Giggling, Ronnie buttoned her work pants and smoothed her hair into a pony tail. Being a barista wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills. She'd graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Political Science with the idea of going to law school in mind.

Daddy hadn’t been happy with her decision to move into an apartment with a roommate and take a break for awhile. So he’d told her she was responsible for her own loans until she went back to school. Paying the bills left her with very little money for anything extra.

Read between the lines with her father: until she did what he wanted and entered law school, she could scrape and struggle. Wouldn’t he freak out if he found out about her sexual adventures and preferences? Or how about her millionaire boyfriends?

College had gotten to be more of a chore than an experience she engaged with. Restlessness settled in, and she knew in the back of her head that she was done with it for the time being. Maybe forever. All through high school she'd thought she knew exactly what direction she was going in, and then the dean handed her a diploma cover, she picked up more hours at the coffee shop, and blew off her law school entrance crap.

The counseling office kept letting her push admission back, and she was happy with that for now.

She didn't know that law school was the right direction for her. Because, then what was there? Standing in front of a jury? Reading contracts and helping people make business decisions? Tracking down patent violators like her father?
Hell no.

It all sounded like being chained to a desk for a hundred hours a week until age forty and a partnership. She'd have a beautiful house to show for it, stuffed to the brim with crap, but devoid of life. Multiple “smart” devices attached to her person and the inability to ever fully relax.

Hard work didn’t scare her, but not having a life did. God, she sounded like a spoiled party-girl in her own head.

A low knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” she leaned closer to the mirror and applied mascara to each eye. Such a pain in the ass to put the stuff on. But with orange eyelashes to match her red hair, without the coloring she looked like a freak with no lashes at all. Just...blank there.

“Hey sweets.” Gavin skirted around her to reach the far side of the countertop, kissing her ear as he brushed by. With his blondish brown hair newly cut to a shorter length more suited to the owner of one of the state's largest landscaping companies, he managed to be even more gorgeous than the night she'd first met him. The new style exposed his raw, masculine beauty to her eye instead of letting his hair fall forward to cover his cheekbones and eyes.

“Morning sexy. I really love the hair cut.” She tossed the mascara tube back into her cosmetics bag and rooted for the small silver pot of lip gloss. “Damn it, I can't find anything in this bag. I should get some extra stuff next time I get paid and leave it here.”

Gavin wrapped his long, muscular arms around her waist and hugged her, nuzzling her throat. Normally, she'd melt right in to him, but she was too annoyed to pay attention. “Let me buy you some stuff to leave here. I can have my assistant get it for you today while you're at work.”

“Gavin, I don't want your assistant doing that. It's weird. And I can get my own. I just have to wait for pay day. You don't have to buy me things all the time.” Aggravated with him now, she ignored the tiny bites he peppered across her neck and dumped the bag out on the counter. Last week, he’d insisted on getting her a second mp3 player because she’d left hers at her apartment. One mention of not having it, and he’d grabbed one as they walked through the store and bought it. “I don't know why we keep having this conversation.”

He tipped her chin up and gave her a sharp look. “Because I’m your lover and your Dom. It’s in my nature to want to take care of you.” Releasing her face, he stepped away. The cool ambient air swirled around her. He crossed to the door and leaned on the frame. “It's not a big deal. Not a lot of money. Just let me buy it for you.”

“No. I said no, and I mean no.” She scooped her lip gloss up and swirled her fingertip through the light pink material. He needed to forgive himself for losing control when he bound her to the bed and stop trying to make up for it. One instance of letting anger and despair drive him into fucking her, spanking her until she bruised, and Gavin didn’t trust himself around her anymore. He carried a deep well of guilt he never stopped trying to assuage. As Luis had pointed out, she carried fault too for not using her safe word. No point in going down that road again though unless she wanted an argument with Gavin right before work. “I buy my own stuff.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw him cross his arms, the large muscles in his biceps bunching up under his T-shirt. He was going to be out working today with one of the grounds’ crews instead of at the office. Normally, he'd be in a better mood than this.

“Fine.” He straightened. “See you here tonight for dinner?”

“Um...yeah. I think so. I'll call you and let you know if there's a change in plans.” Finished with her makeup, she turned and smiled at him. She forgave him, even if he didn’t forgive himself. Waiting out someone else’s issues was a pain in the ass. “Can I have a kiss?”

His mouth softened, but lines remained between his eyebrows. Gavin didn't get annoyed easily, and she hated to see him like this.

Instead of the usual toe-curling open mouthed kiss, he cupped her cheek and gave her a firm, but quick kiss on the cheek.

“I don't want to mess up your lip gloss. Although I’d love to see it on my cock.” He spun and strode away, calling back over his shoulder, “I'll see you tonight.”

“Okay. Love you.” Bereft and depressed, though she wasn't exactly sure why, his answering “love you too” only registered with her sub conscious. The kiss bordered on a brush off instead of an expression of affection.

Maybe she should have gotten in his face again about the whole spread eagled and fucked too hard incident after all.

God, she needed girl advice. Maybe she'd manage to pin Shea down for at least a quick phone call while it was slow at work. Even though Shea wasn't in a relationship with anyone right now, her roommate’s familiarity with BDSM play would remove prejudice that the basic relationship was weird.

Things were strained with Shea right now. Ronnie spent more and more time with Gavin and Luis, and less and less time at the apartment the two women shared. The bills got paid and stuff, but she spent four or five nights a week at the guys' house. If Shea had a boyfriend of her own, maybe things would be easier.

Crap, if Shea wasn’t a total needy whiner, things would be easier too. Hanging out at the guys’ house was a ton better than being at home. Her roomie’s jealously infiltrated everything, and she was sick of the constant sarcasm and barbed comments. Why couldn’t they hang out and eat ice cream like they used to?

Maybe she shouldn’t call Shea after all.

She tucked all her make-up back into the bag and wandered into Gavin's bedroom to find her purse. Luis's room was a disaster, so she tended to keep all her things with Gavin's. Neither man seemed to mind; Luis was a self-professed slob.

Some of the messes Luis perpetuated could be attributed to his crazy work ethic. Not even her father put in the kind of time Luis did. She slept in his room sometimes, but more often than not he worked so late she curled up next to Gavin. They had fallen asleep in the play room one night all heaped together. The huge bed in that room could hold six or seven people.

She wished they could all sleep together more often. Waking up sandwiched between both men gave her a feeling of safety and comfort she’d never gotten anywhere else.

The rattle of dishes and clanking cookware emanated from the kitchen. She had time before she had to leave for work, might as well see what Luis was up to.

Hopefully he wasn’t being a total asshole like Gavin.

Ugh. Not fair.
She knew who her boyfriends were. Controlling, dominant alpha males. Of course they wanted her to move in. Of course they wanted to pay for everything for her. And of course, they thought they knew what was best. Older by about six years each, successful millionaires with their own businesses, and they’d grown up hard, getting their street smarts early.

On the other hand, she had ridden Daddy’s checkbook through her undergrad degree and an exclusive all girls private school from kindergarten on up. Venturing out to live with Shea had been her first foray into independence.

Her father cut her off not long afterward. He’d had her take out student loans in her own name to help build her credit, and then when she didn’t make a move toward law school, he stopped paying them.

The jerk.

Not that he
had
to pay for her school. But he’d said he would. He’d promised. The whole thing was his calculated way of trying to get her back under his thumb.

Was she equating her dad’s games to her Doms’? Maybe a little bit. Argh, why did men have to be so difficult?

The scents of breakfast foods wafted through the air, and her stomach growled. She padded down the hard wood floored hall way and into the kitchen. Luis stood at the stove with a wooden spoon in one hand, wearing a pair of boxers and white socks. His black hair stuck up at odd angles, and the morning sunlight highlighted the sweeping lines of his large Celtic art tattoo.