Pretty in Kink (26 page)

Britt thought she had never been more happy and content in
her life. She closed her eyes and melted into Diego. The nylon strip of her
G-string rubbed over her clit as she swayed, but she tried to ignore the sexual
ache it caused. Diego seemed to be in a mellow mood that consisted more of
affection than sex. So she’d let the sexual tension build until he was ready to
shift into a different gear.

Diego altered his position somewhat, but Britt was groggy
now, and conformed to him. He tucked his face above her shoulder and she
shivered when his hot breath fanned her ear.

“You know how in your note you said you deserved a
spanking?” His voice came out hoarse and strained, as if he fought another
demon. He rubbed his crotch against her belly, and she detected the half-hard
thickness of it.

“Mmmm, yes I do.” She remembered the sensation of him
spanking her, of the sharp whack that faded into a hot sting on her ass cheek,
which in turn heated into desire flooding her pussy. She longed for it, wanting
his cock buried inside her while his hands brought her to the pleasure-pain
gates of kinky heaven.

Britt jerked, her body tensing against Diego. “Oh!” A jolt
of something wicked and very much alive zapped her clitoris. It hardened
instantly. Her pussy dampened and soaked the thin strap of her G-string, but
the electrical shock stopped almost as fast as it had come.

“Well, I prefer another sort of punishment tonight.”

How could she have forgotten about the remote-controlled,
vibrating panties she wore? She’d had Lexi deliver the remote to him, but
during all the raw emotion and the worry over losing him, she’d forgotten she’d
given him that carnal control over her.

With welcome ease, she slipped back into that pattern, the
one where she loved giving over the bedroom reins to him. But when she’d bought
the toy, she’d envisioned them off in some private corner booth in the bar
while he tortured her with the controls on its remote. Not once had she planned
it to be this risky on a dance floor, but she couldn’t deny the naughty
surprise of it, of how it made her feel so sexy and alive. Her breath came in
hot gasps as she bit her bottom lip and struggled to remain unaffected. They
were surrounded by other couples, and the dance floor was so crowded they
brushed or bumped into others now and then.

Which heightened the pleasure for her.

“You’re a bad, bad hoodlum,” she teased, kissing his neck,
nuzzling into the strands of hair caught below his ear. He smelled of clean
man, emitting an irresistible warmth and cuddliness like home. “Doris and Lexi
were right, you know.”

He chuckled and zapped her again.

She clutched him, her eyes clamping shut as she shifted to
press the quaking spot in the panties against his leg. Britt stifled a groan.
She slid her arms up and anchored her hands behind his neck. The pre-orgasmic
sensations intensified, and her head fell back. She wondered with wild
excitement if he’d really bring her to climax right here in front of everyone.

Yes, yes, I’m almost there.

He switched it off again, kissed her long and hard. “Oh,
that was a good one.”

She tried to catch her breath. Her gaze held his, and she
thought she could come just looking into his eyes. “Why don’t you just keep it
on and let me come?”

The song ended, but it blended into another slow one. More
couples joined the crowd.

“Because,” he growled and jerked her around so they both
faced the mirror. “I want you as wet as possible by the time I get inside you.”

He guided her hips to match the sway of his, watching her in
the mirror. She leaned her back against his chest, raising her arms and lacing
her fingers behind his neck. Their gazes held in the mirror. “If I get any
wetter, you’ll be mopping the floor with me.”

He grinned and jerked her backward, flush against his body.
Their hips moved in opposite directions so she could grind her ass back and
forth over his hard-on. He took his free hand—the one clutching the remote—and
settled it over her ribs.

“Uh-uh.” Sliding the fist up, he buried it under the swell
of her left breast. “I want you to be surprised when I turn you on.”

“Mmmm, do it again.”

As if he’d become the slave on the turn of a mere phrase, he
slid the switch.

The pleasant jolt made her body writhe against his. She
moaned.

“You’ve got everyone’s attention. Look at them looking at
you.”

With the vibrator on full blast, she scanned the mirror and
caught the many furtive glances cast her way. She studied her reflection as her
body twitched in bliss, her bare arm muscles flexing as she held tight to
Diego’s neck. She’d dressed in a black leather miniskirt, black Go-Go boots and
a sheer, sleeveless white blouse. It clung to her curves and showed off her
cleavage, and she reveled in the knowledge that Diego’s gaze kept returning to
her breasts. No mistaking that look. It validated her as feminine and
desirable.

It made her crazy horny.

The ripples of pleasure fanned out from her core, massaging
right over the top of her engorged clitoris. She hitched in a breath, her gaze
sliding up to snare Diego’s in the mirror, the climax just out of reach. Neon
club lights flashed across their entwined bodies as if the bulbs were about to
burst any second. Actually, Britt could burst any second. She hovered just on
the verge of coming.

Wild with desire, she turned her face into his neck and
whispered, “Oh yes, I’m going to come right—”

It stopped again.

“Oh no. Diego, no. Please…” She twirled in the circle of his
arms and gripped the front of his shirt. “You are so mean. Why are you doing
this to me?”

“Because,” he growled, clenching her ass and slamming her
pussy into his rock-hard erection, “drawing it out like that, keeping your wet
little cleft from getting desensitized, it’ll help it to feel so much better
when you do come. Besides, I love torturing you, seeing that look on your
gorgeous face over and over, watching the people watch you. Britt, do you know
you’re even turning all the women on?”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are, same way you did Michelle. Look at them. Watch
the way they stare at you when you’re about to come.”

“Only if you’d
let
me come. Now. No more teasing. I
need relief.” She gulped, trying to catch her breath. Her juices had soaked
through the thin strap of the G-string and onto the insides of her thighs. Soon
it would be dribbling down into her boots.

“What do you say?” He altered his voice so that it carried
that dominant tone he used when they played their sex games. She knew what he
meant and it made her cunt clench.

“Please, Master.” She kissed his neck and gyrated her hips,
stroking his cock with her belly. He groaned, and she loved the way one little
seductive move could turn the tables and put her in control. “Please let me
come right now in front of all these people.”

“That’s more like it.” He gathered her close and wedged one
leg between hers to put the pressure she needed on her knot.

“I want my pussy against your hard cock when I come. It’ll
vibrate on you too. Please, Master,” she begged when he balked. “I want you to
enjoy it too.”

He shook his head and grinned, clucking his tongue as if to
scold her. “No way am I walking out of here with my cum all over the front of
my pants. I’ll wait until we get home. Besides, I get just as much out of
bringing you pleasure as I do out of getting it.”

In the back of her mind, somewhere in the blur of things,
Britt noticed couples parted and women pounced and screamed their approval when
the upbeat tune
Give Me Three Steps
blasted from the system.

Yes, three steps, just three was all it would take to get
her there.

“Ready?” he murmured in her ear.

“Am I ever,” she panted.

His fist settled against her back and the unmistakable
movement of his thumb slid the switch over. Britt braced herself for the whir
between her legs. The bliss of its return forced a whimper out of her. She
clutched at Diego, tilting her crotch into his thigh. He gathered her close.
His arousal pressed heavy and hard against her hip. The pleasure built from one
level to the next, accurate and dead-on her clit. The beat of the music’s drum
pounded in her chest. Women howled and gyrated just inches from Britt and
Diego’s embrace. Britt knew it appeared as if they enjoyed a very intimate hug,
and the secretiveness of what they truly shared further fueled her libido.

“I-I’m—ah yes, I’m coming,” she gasped in his ear. She clutched
him, her hands fisting in his shirt. She rode his leg and the wave of the
orgasm. Euphoria soaked through her system and she let out one final moan, one
final twitch before she collapsed.

He turned off the contraption and held her up, keeping her
limp body from sliding to the floor. Britt felt like sobbing her joy to the
world. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with him and make love
all night long. But at the moment, her legs were jiggly, just like the gelatin
in the pool she and Michelle had played in.

“Take me home.”

He slipped the remote in his pocket. She saw the fine sheen
of perspiration across his brow, the predator’s gleam in his eyes just before
he bent and lifted her into his arms.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked, wrapping her arms around
his neck.

“I’m doing just what you asked me to do. I’m taking you
home—to our home—and you’re never going to leave. You might as well start
packing.” He turned and twisted, angling through the crowd this way and that so
her sharp heels didn’t poke anyone in the gut.

“You mean you want me to…”

“Yes, baby, I want you to move in with me.” He shot her a
glare as he swiped her purse from the bar and headed for the door. “And I won’t
take no for an answer.”

She burrowed into his warmth and sighed. “Who’s saying no? I
just thought I’d ask…with that small walk-in closet you have, where the hell
are you going to put
your
clothes?”

“Just look at this ruckus,” Doris sniped. Buckled in the
passenger’s seat of Britt’s car, Doris shut her purse with a snap of
irritation. “All those thugs taking up the whole parking lot so decent folk
can’t even pull in and park. And the noise.” With her perfectly manicured
hands, she made a show of covering her ears.

Britt scanned the gang of about seven or eight familiar
bikers as she made a right into the drugstore lot to give Lexi a ride home from
work. The collective rumble and racing of engines sounded through the closed
windows of her car, the rhythm of it reverberating up and down her ribs. Her pulse
skipped into a thready beat, one that told her something wasn’t right here. Her
stomach twisted into knots when she recognized several bikes as Diego’s. Keith
perched on one, revving the motor in neutral, while Lloyd rolled in on another.
There were one or two men she’d never seen before and two others she recalled
seeing at the rally.

Chrome blinded her, gleaming everywhere, accented by leather
and tattoos and sun-kissed skin. Even though Britt’s instincts told her this
wasn’t your ordinary stop for aspirin, she couldn’t help the thrill that went
through her seeing all that power, vitality and masculinity all in one place.

And god help her, Diego appeared to be the ringleader. He
dismounted his sleek monster and sauntered across the parking lot, long dark
hair fluttering over his shoulders like a short Superman cape. Yep, she’d know
that sexy swagger anywhere. In dark sunglasses and no shirt beneath a black
leather vest, he oozed foreboding alpha, and it made Britt’s core start to
throb and dampen. His bare, tattooed arms flexed as he walked, the sun shining
down on his sculpted body making Britt think of a gladiator in the ring.

“Isn’t that…” Doris pressed her hand to her chest and let
out a theatrical gasp. “Why, that’s the ruffian you’ve been sleeping with. And
just look at him all cocky and arrogant. Britt, I tell you, he’s up to no
good.”

Through gritted teeth, Britt spat back, “Shut up, Doris.
I’ll handle this.” As Britt pulled into a vacant spot, she saw him cross his
arms and circle Stan, who’d just arrived and climbed from his vehicle when the
convoy had rolled in.

Britt scrambled from her car at the exact moment Lexi
emerged from the building.

“Holy shit, Britt, what the hell is he doing?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, jogging across the lot. “But
I’m going to find out like right now. Diego—”

“Stay out of this, babe,” he bit out, never taking his eyes
from Stan.

Stan stood next to a brand-new SUV, the manufacturer’s
sticker still on the rear driver’s side window. He wore a tie, dress pants and
his usual button-up shirt that looked as if he could spring a leak around his
bulging middle at any moment. His receding forehead started to bead with
perspiration. Its buffed surface shined in the afternoon sun. He wore his
nametag like a badge of honor on his chest, but his face was set in an
expression of pure terror that made his beady eyes bulge. His gaze kept
shifting to that spot across the lot where all the bikes were parked. The other
men had yet to dismount, but they kept their motors rumbling to demonstrate
that they were ready to break some bones if and when the time came.

Diego’s voice came out deep and resounding over the din of
the engines. “So what’s this shit I hear about you threatening to go to the
police and have Lexi arrested for employee theft if she snitches on you?”

Lexi’s eyebrows arched and she stared agog at Britt. It was
the first time Britt had ever seen her speechless.

“Yeah,” Britt mumbled under her breath, “just last night I
told him about Stan’s threat to you. Sorry.”

“Oh fuck me.” Lexi leaned back against Stan’s car and stared
up into the azure sky. “I’m done for.”

Doris sidled up beside Britt, but it seemed, thank goodness,
she knew better than to open her mouth.

“N-no, I-I think she must have misunderstood me,” Stan
stammered, his dress shoes shuffling on the hot pavement.

“What?” Lexi’s head jerked down. She glared at Stan. “You
are a lying son of a bitch.”

Diego took one step closer and planted his feet apart. “All
I have to say is, he better not be lying.”

Stan flinched. He held up his hands, palms facing Diego.
“Whoa, whoa. Now you just wait a minute there, mister. I-I can’t afford any
trouble at my store. If I have to, I’ll call the cops and—”

“Go ahead, try me. Try us.” Diego held out his cell to Stan
and gestured over his shoulder at his backup. “It’s up to you if you want to
risk it.”

Doris’ tweezed eyebrows arched, but still, she kept her
mouth shut.

Stan’s gaze swung to the bikers, then back to Diego, who
slid his phone back into his vest pocket. Stan swiped his damp forehead with
his sleeve, and Britt saw tears start to shimmer in his eyes. But like a fool,
he puffed out his chest and gathered his bravery.

“Look, the fact of the matter is, Lexi not only violated
store policy, but she broke the law.” His voice quaked as he spoke. “She stole
from me by performing personal business on the clock, helping herself to
processing equipment and supplies, and developing the pictures without paying
for them. Which means the pictures weren’t her property, they were mine.”

That muscle along Diego’s jaw twitched, but he remained
rooted to his spot. Something about it gave Britt a thrill and hot cream soaked
her panties.

Oh yeah, she couldn’t wait to get him back home and into
bed.

Home. That sounded so good.

“Look, pal, you already went through that bullshit on the
phone with me this morning. Now did you bring the fucking money, or not?”

“Money?” Lexi and Britt croaked at the same time.

Doris’ jaw sagged open.

“Yes, Mr. Whealer has agreed to split the money between the
three of you. He’ll keep his mouth shut about that lame bit of employee theft
and you two agree to move on and put this sham of his behind you.”

“You’re shitting me?” Lexi pushed herself off the vehicle
and stared in astonishment at Stan.

Stan shook his head in quick jerks. He shot a glance at his
brand-new SUV. “No, no, I-I’ve changed my mind. The law’s the law. She broke it
plain and clear. B-but, I’ll tell you what. I’ll make a very fair deal with
you.” He wrung his fat hands together. His round face lit up with hope. “Instead
of one grand to me and the rest to them that you mentioned, I get half and they
split what’s left. Then we all walk away from this and forget it ever
happened.”

Diego chuckled, the tone hollow and deep. He reached up and
made a play of tipping his glasses down and peering at Stan over the top. The
glitter of anger in the dark pools gave Britt pause. She knew when Diego had
been pushed to the limit, and based on the sudden look of fear on Stan’s face
when his gaze met Diego’s, Britt was certain Stan knew it too.

“Britt, sweetheart?” It surprised her that he’d spoken to
her when he’d never taken his gaze off Stan. “As the subject in the photos, do
you recall ever signing a legal release form to allow yourself to be published
in a nationwide magazine?”

“Uh, no. Never.”

Stan groaned.

Doris planted her fists on her hips, staring Stan down with
a narrowed look, but she still had the smarts to keep her mouth shut.

An impish grin spread across Lexi’s face. “Hot freakin’
damn, the guy’s a genius. Britt, will you share him?”

Britt smacked Lexi on the shoulder. “No, I will not share
him.” She smiled at Diego and his gaze found hers. “The thug’s all mine.”

Doris grinned and Britt exhaled a sigh of relief at that
first glimmer of respect for Diego.

Diego winked at Lexi, which made Britt’s pulse beat out of
control, but he hardened his expression and swung it back to Stan. “Ah, no
release of liability signature, no permission from the subject, huh, Stan?
What’d you do, forge her signature?”

Stan blew out a moan of dread and laid a hand on his bulging
middle. His face flamed and perspiration poured down his temples. Britt could
see the circles of sweat in his armpits widening by the second. A hot, humid
wind stirred up a whiff of his rank body odor and Doris held a hand to her
nose.

“Hm, my gorgeous girlfriend here, who just so happens to be
working on a very promising modeling career, suddenly gets her private
snapshots released in this huge, nationwide magazine. Which in turn could ruin
her, and cost her her career. It already has, by the way, cost her an
endorsement with a major company, right Doris?”

Doris blinked, clearly delighted that he’d called upon her.
One couldn’t mistake the gleam of pride in her eyes, pride at contributing to
Diego’s cause. “Yes, Diego, we’ve—she’s—” she replied, catching herself with a
correction that astounded Britt. “She’s lost a lot because of this vile man.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Diego continued. “So I’d
wager there’s got to be some law—or multimillion dollar lawsuit—in there
somewhere, don’t you think, Stan my man? Let’s see,” he drawled, stroking his
goatee with mock thoughtfulness, “I’d say there’d be three different defendants
in the case. The magazine, the drugstore for employing such an incompetent,
underhanded prick of a manager and…the prick himself, Stanley Whealer.”

Stan stumbled back and crashed into his car. “I-I’m the
owner, actually.”

“Even better. We can get more money. Out of you
and
the franchise when we sue.”

Stan’s breath came out in a high-pitched wheeze. “No. No,
you can’t do that to me. I’ll lose everything, my house, my job, my family, my
whole life.”

Diego took one long stride toward Stan. The toes of his
leather boots knocked against Stan’s loafers. With his hands fisted, the
knuckles white with rage, Diego growled, “Then did you bring the fucking money
or not?”

Doris wrapped her arm around Britt’s shoulder and whispered
in her ear, “He’s quite a man, darling. I’m very sorry. I think I was all wrong
about him.”

The equivalent of an elephant’s weight lifted from Britt’s
chest. She whispered back, “Thank you. I totally agree. He is quite a man.”

The last remnants of the shrewd businesswoman left Doris’
face—for the moment, anyway. In its place glowed the warm smile of the agent
she’d always wished for. Britt slipped her arm around the narrow waist and
leaned her head on Doris’ shoulder.

“Yes, uh, I stopped by the bank on my way here,” Stan
whimpered, leaning away from Diego’s wrath. He sidestepped and opened the
passenger door of his sparkling new car. His whole body trembled and his belly
jiggled as he drew out a small knapsack. “Here, take it all. There’s forty-nine
grand in cash—just one for me—the amount I originally agreed to on the phone
this morning.”

Diego snatched it from Stan’s hand and unzipped the sack. He
peered inside and said, “You do understand that every penny better be here?”

“Y-yes, it is, I swear.” Stan’s eyes fell on Lloyd’s
enormous body as he sauntered over in leather and a bad-boy attitude.

“Lexi?” Diego asked.

Lexi paced behind Britt and Doris, her excitement all but
blowing her pretty head off her shoulders. It took all she had, Britt knew, not
to squeal with complete elation.

She halted her steps. “Yes?”

Diego winked at her, attempting to suppress that arrogant
grin of his. Love for him overflowed in Britt’s heart. “You okay with
forty-nine grand split between you and Britt, and one grand for this weasel to
keep his mouth shut about that ‘theft’ of yours?”

“You better damn fucking believe it.”

He crossed to her and planted a kiss on her cheek before
thrusting the bag of money at her.

“Britt,” Lexi said, her eyes twinkling, “you
sure
you
don’t want to share him?”

Britt snorted. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my
life. So back off, woman, he’s mine.”

Diego chuckled then turned his attention back to Stan. “So
glad to do business with you, Mr. Whealer. Let’s just hope for your sake it
includes a lifetime guarantee.”

“Y-yes, yes, it does. I swear it does.” His small eyes
rounded when Lloyd moved closer. Stan slammed his car door shut and took off in
a blubbery run across the lot. He disappeared as the store’s automatic doors
closed behind him.

Lloyd sidled up to Doris’ right and glanced down at her. The
scent of leather drifted over to tease Britt’s nostrils. She knew Doris smelled
it too, and Britt delighted in Doris’ sudden change in body language. Doris
released Britt, patting and smoothing her hair. She kept her nose up and her
gaze trained on Diego, but Britt noted how her eyes darted to her right every
now and then in Lloyd’s direction.

“Hi there, gorgeous,” Lloyd murmured to Doris. “Everything
all right over here?”

He appeared perhaps a few years older than Doris, and he was
a bear of a man who towered a good six inches above Doris’ coiffed head. His
short-cropped, blondish hair peeped over the top of the red bandana he’d tied
around his head. He wore a white t-shirt under a leather vest, and the muscles
on his tattooed arms bulged, stretching the cotton fabric.

Britt wanted to laugh. No doubt by the energy that sizzled
in the air, Doris fought a reluctant attraction to Lloyd. After all those
“hooligan” and “hoodlum” outbursts, Doris, it seemed, had been bitten by the
same bug Britt had when she’d first laid eyes on Diego. Britt folded her arms
over her chest and let another ton of stress tumble from her shoulders when
Doris wandered over to Lloyd’s bike with him.

Britt handed her keys to Lexi. “Here, take my car. And make
sure you don’t forget Doris. Get over to the bank and get that cash deposited.
Me, I’m climbing on the back of this ruffian’s vibrating bike and letting him
take me for the ride of my life.”

Lexi grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “Don’t forget the
kink.”