Pretty in Kink (12 page)

“The panties and bra too. Get rid of them.”

Her pulse galloped out of control. Excitement made her hands
tremble as she obeyed, leaving herself standing nude before him, the early
evening moonlight bathing her flesh in a warm glow. Or could that be the
glowing expression on his face making her skin smolder?

“Sit down and straddle it,” he ordered, his voice thick and
harsh.

She gulped. “The chair?”

“The chair. Now.”

She knew she’d comply and find some sort of sick thrill in
her abandon despite the fact she had photo-shoot déjà vu.

Don’t think of that, just don’t. It’s all a coincidence.
Just focus on him.

Then a shocking thought occurred to her.

Deep down, did she hope he
had
gotten a hold of the
pictures somehow? Was she getting off on the absurdness of it, of waiting to
see which pose he’d enact next, and salivating at the idea that she could
seduce him and control him through those racy snapshots?

Maybe she pretended he’d seen them and she used the idea of
it as her own secret foreplay. Some sort of bizarre scenario she’d made up
because it turned her on so damn much.

Holy shit. Had she gone crazy?

She looked into his eyes and saw the starkness of his raw
need. She even saw her own reckless desire reflected there and a shudder
rippled through her center.

Yep, she’d gone completely nuts—nuts about him, in fact, and
at this moment she didn’t care about the pictures.

She just wanted him, here and now.

So she surrendered to the insanity and sat down.

The cool vinyl of the seat cushion made her shiver, but it
soon warmed, and the naughty sensation of her naked labia dragging over the
smooth surface tore a whimper from deep in her throat. His hooded gaze assessed
her spread legs through the open back of the chair wedged between her thighs.
An animal gleam lit his eyes. He licked his lips when he caught sight of her
naked pussy, and by the slam of desire that hit her, she could have sworn his
tongue had just delved between her legs. With the moon in the twilight sky
behind him, she expected him to throw his head back and howl before pouncing on
her. But instead, he reached in his pocket and drew out a key, set it on the
table just out of her reach.

“Hold one wrist below the backrest panel, and one above it.”

Britt’s heart raced as she held out her arms for him. The
handcuffs clicked and settled cold and hard around her wrists. There’d been
only one other time in her life where she’d been in this position and—

Oh god, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe she
shouldn’t be putting her pussy ahead of her brains.

He grazed a finger around her cunt opening then licked her
cream off. “Mmmm. Delicious.”

She couldn’t suppress the whimper, or the fire that blazed
in her pussy.

Screw it. The pictures are burned, long gone. And wow, is
this ever a turn-on no matter what my brain thinks.

Besides, this time there were no cameras. This was for real.
Her throbbing cunt told her so. There would be no staging a photo shoot, no
arranging and rearranging body parts or fanning her hair across her face to
place her in the shadows of obscurity. The hot photography lights had been
replaced by dusk and the winds of an offshore storm. The onlooker wasn’t her
best friend with an eye for art and business, but a man intent on ravishing her
his way, on his turf.

He stepped back and stared at her. “So fucking hot.”

She realized at that moment in the way he studied her, that
the camera lens had become his eyes. It seemed he etched her image in his
thoughts and clicked the shutter of his mind’s camera lens.

Again, curiosity overtook her about whether or not he’d seen
the pictures. So she could either play the submissive captive under the
assumption he hadn’t seen them, or she could “work it” the way she had for
Lexi’s camera and seduce the seducer.

Whorls of excitement gathered in her lower belly. Her pussy
and clitoris engorged and the heavy heat and dampness made her squirm on the
seat.

So seducing the seducer it is. Maybe that’s why I chose
modeling.

Diego glanced away. She could sense the inner battle by the
jerky stares, the hesitation in his movements. Was he about to say something to
her?

She’d never know because he turned and headed toward the
grill.

“Wait. Where are you going?”

“To get your dinner,” he threw over his shoulder.

“So you’re just going to walk away and leave me here like
this, naked and chained to a chair?” She eyed the just-out-of-reach key and
fought to suppress the subtle panic that bubbled inside her.
Focus, tempt,
control him.
She tamped it down by squeezing her upper arms together so her
breasts were shoved up, then she threw in what she hoped to be a sexy pout.

It worked.

His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Christ almighty,” he
muttered. He dragged his stare away, raised the grill lid then scooped the meat
onto a platter before shutting off the dials. “I’ll never leave you, babe. I’m
going to feed you first…before I eat.”

The innuendo in his statement made her eyelids flutter with
the mental pictures it conjured. They were in a battle of wills, of who would
dominate and who would submit.

And she loved the hell out of it.

She gulped in quick gasps, catching the delicate fragrance
of tropical blooms. Oh yes, she knew he intended to consume her by the end of
the night. But she would have
him
eating out of
her
hand instead.
Or should she make that her pussy? She gave herself a mental snort of
self-humor.

While the clouds remained on the horizon, stars broke
through the darkening sky above. In the distance she heard the chirp of insects
and the race of a boat’s engine. Just knowing someone could pass by in a
vessel, or take a stroll up the beach and see her in the nude, forced a trickle
of cream from her slit.

What a nefarious man.
He sauntered over and set the
plate on the picnic table next to the chair he’d chained her to. She caught the
warm aroma of juicy meat and her stomach growled in protest.

“Hungry?” He arched a brow and busied himself preparing two
burgers.

She nodded, unsure what would happen next, loving the
suspense. “Very.”

“Ketchup, barbeque sauce, mustard, onions? What’s your
preference, babe?” He squirted ketchup and mayo on one patty, squashed a bun on
top of it.

“Barbeque sauce, please.”

“Ah, the obedient one requests it spicy.”

She knew where he was going with this and it sent a charge
through her. Britt inhaled and gathered her bravery. “The spicier the better.”

“Mmmm, I like it.” Diego sat on the picnic bench next to her
chair. He poured sauce on a second burger, set it on a plate with the other and
added a handful of potato wedges, a scoop of salad and Doritos.

She couldn’t help it. Her gaze slid down to his crotch. The
erection that strained under his jeans made her mouth water. She knew that
shaft would be inside her in minutes, and there could be no mistaking his
intentions or the meal of seduction he wove around her. Oh, she wasn’t exactly
sure what he intended to do with her, but she had a very good idea considering
being cuffed to a chair and at his mercy for food and sexual satisfaction.

Still, she would be running this show.

Diego pinched off a bit of the burger and held it up to her
lips. “Eat. You’re going to need your strength the rest of the night.”

She didn’t know which hunger prevailed, the one that caused
her stomach to growl or the one in her cunt making it ache and dampen. To test
the waters, she parted her lips and allowed him to push the food between her
teeth. The tender, warm meat all but melted on her tongue. She closed her eyes
and let out a long sigh of bliss.

“Oh that’s so good.” Yes, the food hunger had won out. For
now. “You do know how to grill meat.”

He snorted and eyed her reaction with a gleam of restraint,
but responded by saying, “I know how to do lots of things with meat.”

Her pulse thudded hot and heavy. Their eyes locked, held.
No. Wait. Her pussy hunger just pulled ahead. The sexual tension that vibrated
in the air between them fed her courage so much that she couldn’t believe the
things that started to slip from between her lips.

Her stare fell back down to his crotch. “I…I’m counting on
it.”

He swallowed hard and tore off a morsel of thick burger. He
popped it in his mouth, his gaze never leaving hers. “Baby, you’re ruining it
for me.
I’m
supposed to be dominating
you
.”

“Sorry,” she said with the sweetest tone she could muster.

“No problem.” His lips twitched. His gaze shifted to her
wrists while he licked the sauce from his fingers. “Because I think based on
what I see, I’m the one still in control.”

True, but not for long. For now, Britt reveled in her new
lack of inhibitions she’d never experienced with any other man. She jangled the
cuffs, accepted a bite of salad. “And what do you plan to do with me? Just
leave me sitting here to be struck by lightning?”

He tipped the glass of wine so she could take a drink. It
slid tart and sweet down her throat. Her head began to spin, though she wasn’t
sure if the man caused it, or the alcohol.

Maybe both.

“The storm hasn’t hit landfall yet. It’s dozens of miles
out. We have plenty of time before danger moves in—if it ever does. Could stay
out to sea.” Diego fed her more burger and potatoes.

She chewed, watching his every move.

He got to his feet and tossed back the remainder of his
wine. He moved behind her and she heard the sounds of swift swishes of clothing
and the clunk of shoes. A long whoosh of breath sounded a split second after he
straddled her from behind and ground his naked erection against one of her ass
cheeks. The movement pushed her forward and forced her legs farther apart, her
labia now fanned open to the night air.

“Ah, you’re so soft,” he whispered in her ear. She quivered.
The hair on his chest tickled the flesh across her shoulder blades as he leaned
nearer. His strong arms encircled her, making her feel protected, wanted. “And
I bet you’re all wet, your pussy spread so wide for me.”

She couldn’t stand it anymore. Her head fell back onto his
shoulder. He gathered her close and molded the curve of her spine to the wall
of his chest, suckled at her nape, her earlobe, her shoulder. His warm mouth
coaxed and teased, destroying any last bit of resolve she clung to. Shards of
need shattered through her system and embedded like shrapnel in every vein of
her body. But before she had time to finish acclimating herself to that
assault, he closed his hands over the swell of her breasts. She cried out at
the sensation of his touch molding to the heavy bulk of the globes. He rolled
the nipples between thumbs and forefingers, commanding her senses to respond.

A pool of juices oozed onto the chair. It left her
breathless and writhing so her back arched and her pelvis thrust forward. She
yanked against the chain and jangled the cuffs in a demand to be freed, to lift
her arms above and behind her so she could drag his mouth to hers. As if he’d
read her mind, he cupped her jaw and turned her face, guided her lips to his.
He groaned into her mouth, seeming to war with his own control. His lips glided
satiny over hers, ordering her to give her passion to him in the kiss. She
tasted the remnants of sweet wine and took his tongue between her lips. Her
pursed mouth stroked it as if it were his cock.

He growled, his other hand abandoning the swell of her
breast and sliding lower toward the mound between her thighs. Blood pounded in
her loins, waiting, anticipating the initial contact. His palm caressed and
massaged, fluttered side-to-side over her quaking belly, trailed lower still.

“Oh…” Britt tore her mouth from his. Her breath clogged in
her throat and she jolted when the pad of his fingertip circled her clitoris.
Her hips slanted forward, up, but with her wrists anchored to the chair and his
legs holding her in place, she couldn’t quite get the angle she sought.

He joined two fingers, slid them through her folds and
applied just enough pressure to make her want more, to make her grind and
reach. The cuffs scraped the metal of the chair’s back. Wind howled around
them. She threw her head onto his shoulder again, straining on a moan when he
buried the fingers deep in her core.

“Ahh.”

“Britt.” He kissed her cheek, found her parted lips and
closed his mouth over them. “I want you.” He murmured it against her lips while
his erection rocked against her ass cheeks. “I have to get my cock into that
tight pussy or I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

“Yes, yes.” She nodded and bucked to stroke his thrusting
fingers. “Get me loose. Now.”

He yanked his hand away and left her feeling empty. Diego
shoved from the chair and reached for the key. Cool air assaulted her backside
and began to dry the juices on her labia. She let out a dejected sigh. Bending,
he unlocked the cuffs. He glanced up at her, looked away toward the wooden leg
of the gazebo frame, seeming to plot his next move. With a set to his jaw, he
re-clamped the cuff around her wrist, though he no longer left her entangled
with the chair’s back.

He stood in front of her, bare feet planted apart, cock
jutting upward, swollen and menacing against his flat abdomen. “Get up,” he
ordered, tugging on the chain between her wrists. “Get up and climb into the
hot tub.”

Britt studied the flashing lightning on the horizon. It
continued to be held at bay, while stars twinkled above like diamonds scattered
across navy velvet. She looked down at the bubbling froth with the curls of
steam and listened to its gurgling taunt. She sensed Diego’s movement behind
her and heard a
click
. A muted light blinked on beneath the surface of
the turbulent waters.