Beautiful Will Do

by Cadence Vonn

  “Do you want a blindfold?”

  She shook her head.

  “Good. I want to make your eyes blaze when you scream for more.” He pressed his ear to her chest and chuckled. “Your heart tells me you enjoy being helpless. Don’t go away.” He placed a quick kiss against her abdomen and strode toward the door. With the twist of the deadbolt, he released a conqueror’s grunt. “Now we won’t be disturbed. Let me see,” he said when he opened up a drawer in the wall and made his selection. “A soft flogger. One that will stimulate all your nerves, but not leave a mark.”

  He dragged the leather strips over her body, tapping her ass before he moved to the front. A quick flick and the sudden snap against her fleshy lips made her groan.

  “You’ll need to be much louder than that if you plan on being allowed to come.” He worked it over her breasts, nipples, and her flat midriff. Her quick gasps followed by excited moans had him tearing at his belt. The sooner he was naked, the faster he could sink into her scorching heat.

  She eyed him as his pants hit the floor. He stroked over his cock and chuckled. “Hungry for this?” Her nod pleased him. “Let me see if I can lower you to your knees for a few minutes.” He pressed a button on a small remote that controlled the chain system and lowered her toward the floor. He helped her bend her knees in a kneeling position, her arms still stretched toward the sky and her ankles still attached to the spreader.

  “Perfect height,” he said as he moved to the front of her body. “If Jake were here, he could pleasure you while you suck me.” He maintained eye contact with her, and hers flared with excitement. “That thought fucking turns you on. Do you want me to call him?”

  She nodded.

  “That won’t do. Tell me you’ve changed your mind and want both our cocks tonight.”

  “I want both of you to fuck me tonight.”

  “He’ll be pleased.” Tyler sent a quick text. “He’s on his way. He typed something about punishment.” He stroked over her ass with the flogger and gave her a sharp swat. Her yelp tightened his balls.

  Tyler opened the door, and Jake strode in, a martini in hand and a shitty grin on his face. “I knew you wouldn’t enjoy sex with just this guy.” He leaned down and kissed her. His mouth demanded she open for him. The taste of vodka added a fiery touch.

  “That’s a sexy picture, but I was just about to stuff my cock in that gorgeous mouth. Why don’t you strip and do what you do best? I think she requires a few smacks on her ass for sending you away in the first place.” Tyler’s words were thick with need.

  “True.” Jake dropped his clothes on the floor. “Did you miss this?” He traced his cock around her lips before he moved behind her.

  “Answer him,” Tyler prompted as he took Jake’s place.

  “Yes, I missed your cock.” She bowed her head, knowing Jake would appreciate the submissive posture.

  “That will save you a few spanks,” he said. “Maybe fifteen instead of twenty.” He released her arms. “Get on all fours.”

  Tyler nodded his agreement. “I like where this is going.” He knelt in front of her face and grabbed hold of her hair. “You are the perfect build for this.” He pulled her head back and tapped his cock against her lips. “Open.”

  She obliged, licking the tip before he slid it into her mouth. He tightened his hands in her hair and jolted forward when Jake’s first smack connected with her ass. Her moan vibrated down his ridges as he hit the back of her throat.

  “Bloody hell,” Tyler pulled out and panted, “I feel like a fucking teenager.”

  “I’ll finish her punishment. Then you can get back to deep-throating her.” Jake pushed on her back. “Get down on your elbows and present your ass. When I’m finished, you won’t be able to sit for days.”

  Veronica lowered her body until her breasts brushed the cool oak planks. Her legs spread and her raised ass reflected off the mirrors on the walls. She didn’t care. She craved the zing of pain followed by the rush of heat to her clit. Jake’s rough hand stroked over the curve of her butt, and his fingers teased her slit, testing how wet she was.

  “Shit, she’s dripping. I think our fox loves her ass messed with.” His fingers trailed along her crack and circled her asshole. Shudders shook her body as he rimmed the tight puckered edge.

  “Oh, baby, I’m tempted to work you over tonight. Are you an anal virgin?” Jake’s crude question was punctuated with his finger trying to enter her.

  “If you do that again, I’ll say ‘red,’” she choked out.

  Jake’s hand disappeared, and a second later, a loud whack bounced off the walls when he swatted her ass with his palm flattened.

  Veronica couldn’t maintain her balance and flew forward. Her chest slammed into the floor, and the air in her lungs disappeared in a whoosh.

  “Jeez, Jake, are you insane.” Tyler released her ankles and turned her over in his arms. “Get out,” he growled at the other man.

  Veronica didn’t open her eyes until the door slammed. When she did, Tyler smiled down at her and brushed the hair off her face.

  “I’m sorry. He has a short fuse.”

  “No kidding.” She sucked in her breath as she attempted to sit on her bottom. “He certainly accomplished what he intended.”

  Tyler lifted her up to the bed and set her down on the cool satin sheets. “Does that feel better?”

  “A little.”

  “I have something that will help. Turn on your stomach.”

  She did as he instructed.

  When he returned from the small bathroom, he stroked over her ass cheeks. “This will make it feel better.”

  He massaged a cool, peppermint-scented cream into the sore area. He added more, and with slow teasing circles, he rubbed it over her whole ass. He nudged the inside of her thigh, and she spread her legs so he could continue. His fingers dipped and swirled between her legs, each stroke more stimulating then the previous one.

  She gripped the sheets in her fists and squeezed her eyes closed. Oh, God, yes. He had her hanging by a thread. Her clit throbbed for release. “Tyler, I hope you have a condom.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She rolled over and pushed him down on his back. “But first I need to make sure you get your money’s worth.” She gripped his cock and engulfed it with her mouth. She could only manage half of it before he bumped the back of her throat. But he didn’t seem to mind. He pushed her hair out of the way. She’d perform for him, one lover pleasing another. She stopped. They weren’t lovers. No guy with his kind of money would consider anything but a paid fling with a hooker. That thought was like an ice-cold bucket of water thrown in her face.

  “Everything okay?” He lifted her head away from his cock and brought her close enough to place a kiss on her forehead.

  “Jake and Simon invaded my focus. Sorry.”

  “It’s just you and me.” He reached for the condom and rolled it down like a pro. “Now, focus on my face. Don’t close your eyes.” He moved her onto her back and hovered over her for a moment. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.”

  She chuckled. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve had the pleasure of being fucked by.” She ran her hands over his body and clamped them against his ass. She spread her legs, and he accepted the invitation by sliding into her heat. Deep, gentle strokes. He gathered her legs up her body so he could go deeper. She wrapped them around his waist and clung to his shoulders.

  The look on his face softened. His thumb pushed the hair away from her eyes, and a sweet, wistful smile graced his face. “I wish I knew your real name.” He kissed her lips; his tongue danced across her teeth and teased them open. He lingered for a minute then released her mouth.

  “Veronica.” She clasped his jaw and returned the kiss. “Oh, Tyler, yes,” she panted as his hips gyrated harder.

  “You have me under your spell, Veronica.” With a magician’s ease, he flipped them over so she straddled him. “I want you to come too. R
ide me while I make sure you’re satisfied.”

  He walked his fingers down over her breasts. They ached to be touched, but he continued down and dipped between her legs. She sucked air between her teeth as he rubbed across her nerves.

  “Oh, fuck, my cock is so damn deep.”

  She squeezed her muscles around his dick, the fullness making her whimper. “Fuck me, Tyler.” She pounded harder.

  “Baby, you’re doing the fucking. I’m hanging on for the ride. Feel this.” He pinched her clit, and she released an ecstatic cry.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She squeezed his nipples and dug her fingers into his chest as her orgasm turned her body into an inferno.

  Tyler’s hips jerked off the bed, driving him deeper. He held her against his groin and arched into her hands. “Fucking yes,” he roared.

  He finally relaxed under her, and she collapsed to rest her cheek against his shoulder.

  “Baby, I want to do you again and again,” he whispered against her hair.

  “Hm,” was all she could muster.

  A screeching sound made them bolt up. “Not fucking again,” Tyler cursed.

  “What is that noise?” She scuttled off the bed and pressed her hands over her ears.

  “A bloody fire alarm. Third one in the last two weeks. Get dressed. They’ll be pounding on all the doors in a minute.”

  She scooped up her clothes and shimmied into her dress and panties right before the knock.

  “Come on. We have to leave the building by the stairs.” Tyler grabbed the cash and held it out to her.

  She wrapped her fingers around his and pushed his hand away. “Not tonight.”

  He stuffed it in his pocket and pulled her into the hall. When they reached the stairs, she removed her shoes so she wouldn’t fall and break her neck.

  Tyler hesitated on the last landing. “If we get separated, I’ll see you here tomorrow.”

  She only nodded and kept moving. It was doubtful she’d be back. This night changed the way she looked at her job. She wanted out.

  As if he’d planned it all along, Tyler disappeared at the bottom of the stairs. She kept moving through the front door, anxious to get home and wash off the night’s emotional scent.

  The police undercover van sat across the street. She was tempted to walk over and jump in the back and tell everyone she quit. But a large, rough specter of a man appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her wrist.

  “Seems you pissed off the boss. You hookers are so stupid.” He dragged her toward a dark SUV.

  If the guy managed to get her inside, she’d be unable to defend herself. She let her clutch drop from under her arm, and with all the strength she could muster, she jammed the spiked heel of her shoe into the fleshy part of the man’s hand. He released her with a loud shriek, and she bolted in the other direction.

  The fake cab she always hailed at the end of the night screeched to a halt, and she clambered into the back seat. Before she even closed the door, the driver floored the gas pedal and pulled away from the man chasing her.

  “Thank God you’re on your toes,” she said as she looked out the back window.

  “Seems the guys in the van are paying attention as well.” The dark van pulled into the road and blocked the SUV from tailing her.

  She flopped back against the seat with a deep sigh and closed her eyes.

  “Do you want me to take you to your brother’s apartment?”

  “No. The station.” Even with her eyes closed, she knew the turns he took to reach the precinct. Fifteen minutes later he dropped her off at the back entrance.

  As soon as she reached his office, the captain gave her a cup of coffee and Snake wrapped her in a blanket to stop her shivers. Neither said a word.

  “The man who tried to grab me tonight said something relevant to our case.” She sipped her coffee and sat up straighter. “He said, ‘seems you pissed off the boss. You hookers are so stupid.’”

  “Wait.” The captain dialed a number, and a moment later, he asked the person on the other end, “Have there been any other fire alarms at the club in the last two weeks?”

  Veronica nodded to herself. Tyler told her there’d been others. She squeezed her eyes closed. He couldn’t possibly have anything to do with her bungled abduction.

  “What?” Snake asked.

  “I pissed off two men tonight.” She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity for not thinking of that immediately instead of worrying Tyler might be involved.

  “Who?” the captain and Snake said at the same time.

  “Jake. By the way, Hall is his last name, and a man named Simon Shuler. Do you know him?”

  The captain whistled. “Yeah, he’s some billionaire New Yorker involved in the world of shady finances.”

  The captain’s office phone rang. “Captain Lawrence,” he snapped. “Agent who?” He paused to listen to the reply. “I see.”

  Snake and Veronica stared. She wished she could hear the other side of the conversation.

  The captain slammed down his phone. “Seems we’ve stumbled into an FBI undercover investigation of a large money-laundering and weapons scheme. The two hookers were also killed on a night when there was a fire alarm. They believe the investigations are connected.”

  “Where does that leave us?”

  “Taking orders from them.”

  “Not me.” Veronica stood and piled the blanket on the wooden chair. “I’m done. Tonight was my last undercover assignment. Actually, any police assignment.”

  “I understand you want off this case, but don’t turn in your resignation. Sleep on it. You have a few weeks’ vacation. Take it. Clear your head. I don’t want to lose a good officer like you.” The captain came around and stood in front of her. “We’ll talk in a couple weeks.”

  Exhaustion swept up her body as the last of the adrenaline rush dissipated in an instant, leaving her weak. She nodded and tried to leave.

  “Come on, partner. I’ll drive you home.” Snake put his arm around her shoulder and led her to the elevator. “The guys in the van always had your back. They fenced in the SUV, and it was unable to get away.”

  “What happened to it?”

  “The thugs hopped out and ran. We lost them, but we have the vehicle. It’s only a matter of time before we have prints and the names of our killers.”

  “Good.” She didn’t have much else to say.

  “Where to, gorgeous?”

  She was glad he didn’t call her beautiful. That word had a special meaning to her now. “My parents’ house. They’re in China at the moment. I need to feel safe, and they have plenty of security.”

  “One Marblehead mansion coming up.”

  When they arrived at the dark house, Veronica gave Snake the code to the gate, and they pulled up out front.

  “I’m coming in with you until I’m sure you’re okay.”

  “I’d like that.” She led him in through the front door and turned off the alarm before she clicked on a few lights.

  Snake whistled. “Tell me, why are you a cop?”

  “Because I loved the work.”

  “Past tense.”

  “Something happened tonight that changed the way I look at the job.” She shrugged. “Do you want coffee?”

  “No, thanks. I need to get back to the city and sleep.”

  “There’s a bunch of bedrooms here if you want to crash.”

  “You wouldn’t care?”

  “Not at all. I’d feel better if I wasn’t alone tonight.”

  “Lead the way.”

  Veronica made sure the door was relocked and the alarm set. “You’re about my brother’s size.” She led him into a masculine bedroom. “You’ll find some clothes he leaves here at the house in the drawers. Right now, he’s in South America.”

  “Thanks. Where’s your bedroom?”

  “Across the hall.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for being such a good partner.” She trotted over to her room and entered without looking back.


  Restless, still thinking about the events of the evening, she decided to take a shower. Stripping off her dress, Tyler’s cologne drifted off the material. She inhaled a lungful of the citrus and sandalwood, holding it in, wishing he stood in front of her. She released her breath and sagged. God, she’d never see him again. Where did he fit into the scheme of everything that happened? She slapped her forehead. If anyone researched her full name, they’d find the same thing they found with Tyler. Damn, was he an undercover agent? Or one of the bad guys?

  Sleep eluded her as she tossed and turned all night wondering about her lover. For a brief moment, they’d connected as more than a hooker and a john. If the damn alarm hadn’t sounded, would he have suggested they see each other outside The Wharf Club? Impossible. He thought she was a prostitute. Hookers and billionaires didn’t associate outside the bedroom.

  The next morning, she made coffee for Snake before he left. He made her promise to call every day and to keep her head down until they located the two men from the SUV. “I want to know you’re safe.”

  “I’ll call. My parents are due home the end of next week, so if you haven’t caught them by then, I’ll let you whisk me away to the city. I don’t want to be here when they return.”

  “Why? Don’t you want to attend all those social functions you love?” he teased.

  “I’m not interested in schmoozing at the moment.” She waved as he pulled out of the drive. “Maybe never,” she mumbled to the empty house. The last person she wanted to bump into was Tyler. Getting shunned by him would be heart crushing.

  Chapter Six

  A couple days later, Veronica listened as Snake updated her on the case.

  “We caught the guys.” Snake’s voice blared over her phone. She sat in the alcove on the back terrace, out of sight of any prying eyes. The ocean noise competed with the seagulls that circled a boat anchored offshore. It’d been there when she woke up. Normally, she wouldn’t think much of it. Boats often spent the night in the small bay. But this morning, a kernel of fear kept her attention focused on the bobbing racing yacht.