Liv's Journey (6 page)

"I can feel you gettin’ close to comin’, darlin'."

"Oh God," she moaned.

She wanted the pain to stop, but it was so integral to the growing need in her pussy. Just a little more. Another spank, maybe two, and she'd be there. She moaned and turned her face back to see if she could spy her rump.

There was a bright flash of light and Trey stopped. "Shit!"

She squirmed up some, and her throat was thick when she asked, "What? What's wrong?"

"Someone took a picture through the window!"

"No! Oh no!"

Trey was pushing her onto the back seat, as he scurried to get to the driver's seat of the truck.

"Put on a seatbelt, Liv!" The truck roared to life and the tires squealed as they shot out of the parking place and out onto the road.

In the back, Liv jounced and rocked violently, clawing her way into a seat as she pulled her panties and pants up. Her flaming rear screamed as she sat down on it and buckled the seatbelt.

"Do you see him?"

"Yes! A little white sports car," Trey told her. "He got a bit of a head start, though. I don’t know if we'll catch up."

"You have to!"

He nodded, shoulders tense as he steered the speeding truck.

There was a deep dip in the road as they went down a small hill and toward another hill. Their view of the farther rise was clear, but not what was on the other side. As they found the deepest part of the dip between the two, the white car made it to the other side of the hill and they lost sight of it. When they crested the rise, it was gone.

Liv was frantic. Her career would be over! She'd be a laughingstock and those that weren't pointing and laughing would be pointing and denigrating her. She could imagine the headlines on the
National Investigator
, "Supermodel Gets Spanked!"

"Oh God," she moaned as the truck slowed.

"I'm sorry, Liv." His voice was tired, tight.

"I can't believe this is happening."

"I'm sorry," he said again. "It's my fault. I'll think of some way to get you out of it." He turned the truck and headed back the way they'd come. "Maybe we can say that the woman in the picture looked a bit like you, but it wasn't really you."

"Who's going to believe that when it's public knowledge that I'm here near Sonora doing a shoot?"

"You're right. We're screwed."

"
I'm
screwed, you mean. This isn't going to hurt your reputation one bit."

He turned back to her quickly and then shifted back to focus on the road. "You think army majors go around spankin’ women for public pictures?"

She thought about that for a few seconds. Wasn't there some sort of military code about "an officer and a gentleman"? Surely, "gentleman" precluded spankings in public.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think of that. I guess we're both in hot water."

He nodded.

They drove back to the restaurant in silence. Trey went inside alone to tell his friends that they were going back to the ranch early. Liv moved to the front passenger seat while he was away.

His look was intense as he sat beside her. "We'll get through this, Liv." Trey's fingers were warm on her cheeks and she realized that tears were running down her face.

"Yeah." But they wouldn't get through it. No matter what they did, what story they'd concoct, there would be that photo out there, calling attention to a new weakness she blatantly showed the world. It was too much. She pressed her hands to her face and began to sob in earnest.

She tried to stop, but the tears and wretched whimpers kept coming.

Trey gathered her up in his arms, quietly cursing into her hair.

Chapter 4

Liv had to bathe her eyes in ice water the next morning before the session, but puffy redness persisted. The cosmetician covered what she could and looked at her with concern. Liv told her she was alright, but, of course, she wasn't. Nothing would ever be alright again.

When her cell phone rang, she looked at the caller ID and then put the phone on "silent." It was her agent. She didn't know why Amanda would call her so early, except with bad news, so she chose not to deal with it. Maybe if she ignored the spanking incident, it would just go away.

No, of course it wouldn't.

She went to work though her heart wasn't in it. The photographer got frustrated with her lack of animation and switched to other segments and other models. Liv wandered away from the crew and into the trees nearby, meandering toward the sound of the stream she'd heard so recently with Trey.

Only birdsong broke the silence of the cool trees. It was shadowed like her mood, but peaceful, unlike her roiling emotions.

Maybe she could scurry out of the country until the scandal died down. Europe would be out as the property "Liv Aune" was known there as well as she was known in the states. In fact, they'd probably laud her in Paris and Milan for being so outré. The publicity would be huge, but all she wanted was for the whole thing to go away. It would have to be South America, she thought. She liked Santiago well enough, so that might be a possibility.

How long would she have to be away? Would a month be long enough? Any longer and she'd start to erode her "star" status.

Tears pricked the back of her eyelids and she sniffed resolutely. She would not cry again.

The stream got louder as she approached, and then the path opened up and the water came into view. It was a small stream, just big enough to run over rounded rocks vigorously. A frog jumped away from her as she stepped up to the water.

"You look like you lost your best friend."

She didn't look behind her; she recognized the voice—Trey. "I have lost her. Her name was Liv Aune."

"You haven't lost yourself, darlin'. It's just a bump in the road. It'll pass."

She turned toward him, angry and ready to bite his head off, but he stood there, so tall and handsome, his hair tousled by the breeze, his cotton t-shirt molded to his broad chest and shoulders. All her anger fled on the wind and she was empty.

"What are you doing here, Trey?"

"Lookin' for you."

She faced the stream again. "Here I am."

"Yeah. Nothin's in the paper today. I drove to Sonora to look at all the rags. Maybe the picture came out badly. It was dark, and you were face-down."

A little hope brightened her dismal mood. "Maybe."

"Anyway, it'll work out." He came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I called my commandin' officer this mornin' and gave him a heads-up."

"Was he mad at you?"

"He didn't like it much, but I don't think he's goin' to reprimand me unless it becomes necessary for public relations. That’s a good thing; a public reprimand would pretty much end my chances at promotion or a full military career."

"PR is everywhere."

"Mm-hmm." He turned her around until they faced each other. "Let me take your mind off it for a night, Liv. Come to the BDSM Boot Camp openin’ party with me. There will be security there, so nothin’ bad can happen to you."

"Who secures the party-goers, Trey? All of those people could make money on a story sold to the papers."

"They'd be exposin’ themselves right along with you. And, let me assure you, most of those folks would have as much to lose as we do. Some a lot more."

She stopped staring at his chest and looked up into his face. Sincerity made his eyes warm. Things had gone horribly wrong, but she'd learned something about herself, and about Trey, too. She was beginning to trust him, she realized.

"I don't have anything to wear."

He laughed softly. "Woman words, if I ever heard 'em. How 'bout you wear one of my dress shirts and some really high heels?"

That might look cute. "It's a kind of costume party?"

"Many of the women will be wearin’ fetish wear. A shirt and heels combo will fit in fine."

"Okay. Can I borrow a tie, too?"

His mouth turned up at the corners. "I'll dig one up for you." He ran his finger along her jaw. "No underwear, darlin'."

Liv's face got hot. On the runway, that was the way it went. Nothing to spoil the lines of the garments. But, since she'd changed, she felt the need to cover up all the sexy parts. "I don't know…"

Trey smoothed the frown between her brows and she relaxed her face. His voice was gentle but brooked no disagreement. "That's an order."

"Like you ordered me to stay away from my vibrator?"

"Yeah, like that kind of order."

"I did it."

"I’d hoped you'd mind and am pleased to hear you did." He sounded so confident. "I have faith in you, li'l girl."

She bit her lip and Trey's hands moved into her hair. "Your girl?"

"We’re headin’ that way," he told her. "We'll see tonight."

He lowered his head to kiss her, and she rose on tiptoes to meet him halfway. His hands were insistent in her hair, tilting her head to slant their lips together. It was not a gentle kiss, but Liv didn't want gentle. She wanted to be transported. Whisked away by the moment and out of her dark musings about fate and consequences.

They only had a few days left together. Until harsh realities claimed her, she wasn't going to be "Liv Aune, Supermodel." She was going to be "Liv Aune, Trey's Girl." No loss of self, but a temporary relaxation of responsibility. Like a vacation. A vacation adventure.

* * *

She was sexy as a centerfold, but with no airbrushing. Liv wore his shirt like it was made for her, despite the fact that she'd had to roll the sleeves up to sit at her wrists and the shirt tail hung nearly to her knees. The tie he’d given her was a favorite of his, hand-painted with four playing cards, all threes. Her pale blonde hair draped down her back like a golden silk scarf, straight and shiny as a new coin. Her white heels, which she confessed she'd borrowed from the shoot, were five inches high with an inch-high platform under the instep. Trey was glad he was so tall, for once. A tall girl like Liv would easily tower over most other men in those heels.

"You're staring at me," she pointed out. "Do I have lipstick on my teeth?"

He did a mental head-shake. "No. Your lipstick is where it ought to be, for now."

Her brown eyebrows peaked. "For now?"

He grinned. "I can think of a few other places it might migrate to." She looked tense, but he thought of a way to take some of the starch out of her shoulders. "There is one thing missin’ from your outfit, darlin’…you need a spot of color."

"I should have picked the red shoes. I thought they'd be too much. I was going for something more understated." She sighed and stared at her shoes, a little frown marring her brow.

Trey tilted her head up. "That's not what I meant."

"Huh?"

It would smear her lipstick, but Trey didn't care if she wore it eyebrow to earlobes, he wanted to kiss her. Liv's lips were full and warm beneath his, and her teeth were smooth as he explored. She offered her tongue to him and he took it eagerly while he pulled her body up against him. Her curves delighted him, especially the curve of her ass. He squeezed those gorgeous globes, noting with pleasure that she'd followed his instructions and left off her underwear. Gathering up the shirt she wore, Trey exposed her behind for fondling. But he wanted more than a fondle. She needed to relax, and truth be told, he could use a little relaxation as well.

"Turn around, angel, and put your hands on the back of the chair."

She was breathless when she answered. "You want me to…what?" Her voice was sexy and almost ragged.

"Yeah, you heard me. Put your hands on the back of the chair."

Liv gave it a moment's thought, then turned and did as he'd asked. The chair had a low back, and left her bent over. It was a perfect spanking position.

Trey pushed her shirt up to the small of her back and rubbed his hand over her bottom reverently. It was a perfect ass. Full, slightly jiggly, round and topping a pair of incredibly sexy legs.

He gave her a few love pats, each one growing in intensity. After her first gasp of surprise, she arched a little, caught herself and pulled away slightly.

"Don't you think we've gotten into enough trouble with this, Trey?"

"We're alone, darlin'. No one's here to see or hear us."

Her indecision was like heat emanating from a furnace. He smacked her again and she groaned. A moment later, she wiggled her ass a little and pressed back toward his hand. Apparently, she'd made up her mind.

Trey swatted her again and again, and soon her bottom blushed a rosy pink. She was excited, too, he could smell her clean, woman fragrance and see the wetness on her pussy. "That's my girl." A few more spanks, and then he rubbed her red cheeks tenderly. "Pretty color. Pink looks good on you, li'l girl."

"Don't stop, Trey."

"We need to stop and get along to the party." He patted her hot rear. "But, I promise you, darlin', next time I'm not gonna stop until I fuck you into next week."

She stood and took a step away, rubbing her behind as the shirt settled back in place.

"Until then…" He grinned and gestured toward the door.

Pink-cheeked, she slid into the overcoat Trey had tossed on the bed and headed for the door. Trey moved aside as she passed. Her perfume inflamed his senses almost as much as her appearance. It was going to be tough to have much self-control that evening.

* * *

Liv had been to hundreds of parties as part of her job. She attended a much smaller subset because she liked the people involved. In the case of the BDSM Boot Camp opening party, she didn't know quite how to prepare herself. Trey was with her, and she was confident that if she hated the experience, he'd take her back to her cabin and say a polite goodnight. Of course, it would be goodnight forever.

Hopefully, they wouldn't have to go there. Liv intended to do her part to make their evening a success…even if that meant stretching herself into new experiences.

Out of consideration for Liv's towering footwear, Trey drove them to the convention center in his truck. He explained that the building used to be the family's house, but had been renovated to suit the Boot Camp requirements.