She giggled. “Those ties aren’t yours, are they?”
“Roll over.” He dragged her right arm toward him and flipped her onto her belly. The move exposed her perfect rump. Diego struggled to keep his breathing even, to resist the urge to reach out and knead the mounds. Forcing his mind to focus, he knotted the other end around her wrist, adding, “And yes, they’re mine. Have a wedding to go to every now and then, or I gotta fill in at the showroom. Not my favorite thing to do, but it goes with being the owner.”
“I’d like to see you in a tie someday.”
“Not likely.” He fastened the second tie to the footboard, then moved around the bed and attached the string of handkerchiefs and the terrycloth belt to the posts. “Your left arm. Give it to me.”
The blood jackhammered in his veins, its speed increasing with each limb she offered him. Lust glinted in her eyes, deepening with each knot he tied. Empowered and pleased at her reaction, he pressed on. By the time he finished, he had her spread-eagled, facedown.
Just like in the photo.
Guilt slashed at him. He should tell her. Yes. He’d tell her tonight.
Looking down at her, it didn’t take long for the guilt to get lost and fade into hunger. He stood at the foot of the bed, and from his vantage point he could see every moist fold, every tight hole, bathed in candlelight. The rise of her ass cheeks sloped up then down to blend into a narrow waist. He spotted the bulge of her breasts where they overflowed just below her outstretched arms. With her head turned, her hair streamed to one side across the bed.
“Ah baby…” He swallowed and climbed onto the bed.
She whimpered and squirmed. “Please. I-I’m getting very wet and horny. I-I want you inside me. Now.”
“Oh you can bet that hot little ass of yours I’ll be getting inside you.” He crawled on all fours over the top of her, bent, and nipped the flesh of one shoulder. “You look so damn good.”
She gripped the strips and pulled, the muscles in her arms flexing. Gyrating her hips, she lifted them and her buttocks came into brief contact with his stiff erection.
He hissed.
She groaned. “Now. Please, just at least touch it to my cunt.”
Christ, she knew how to turn him the hell on.
He pressed butterfly kisses across the side and back of her neck, devouring the sweetness of her flesh as he struggled to maintain control. Drawing in a long breath, Diego pulled her scent into his lungs, wild with pleasure when he detected the fragrance of her arousal.
“Do you know what you do to me?” His voice rasped in her ear, making her shiver. He propped himself on his elbows on either side of her torso and began a feasting trek down her back. “You make me crazy. You make me daydream like some lovesick teen. You make me stumble around all day with a hard-on I can’t get rid of. I’ve been stiff ever since I laid eyes on you that night we met.”
He settled his hips between her thighs and slid a hand beneath her chest, cupping her left breast. It more than filled his hand and he thought of a big pliant ball of satin as he palmed her.
She let out a high-pitched moan when he pinched and rolled the taut pebble between his fingertips. “Will you quit talking and just give it to me? Please, please, just stick it in. Fuck me hard and fast.” She wriggled her ass against his abdomen.
“Damn, I love to hear you talk dirty.” But he needed to believe she’d reserved it for him alone right here in the privacy of their own little fantasy. His mind raced. He wanted to do anything and everything to her, to bring her all the pleasures in the world she desired. Urges he’d never entertained before started forcing their way to the surface.
He hesitated, his thoughts interrupted again by flashes of the photos. He recalled one depicting a flogger draped across her rump to cover that delectable crack. Another had been a flat wooden paddle, similar to the ones used in Ping-Pong. There’d been pink welts marring the fleshy mounds of her buttocks. Goddamn it, he couldn’t resist pushing it, testing to see if she’d be receptive to such rigorous play in reality.
“I’m going to spank you if you don’t behave,” he blurted, almost before his mind had given him the go-ahead. “I’m Master, you’re my slave, and that means I’m the one who gives the orders. Do you hear me?”
“Mm-hm.” She bobbed her head in quick nods, struggling to turn so she could see him. He caught an errant gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Yes. Yes…Master.”
Those two words of both ascension and submission drove him over the edge. Reaching down with his free hand, he alternated kneading her right ass cheek with rubbing it in a circular motion. Her back rose and fell, her breaths shallow and quick, anticipating his next move.
Then he whacked her ass. Her head jerked up a split second after the crack. It echoed in the room. She gasped in surprise, but the sound changed tunes, fading to a moan of ecstasy.
The candlelight danced and flickered over her pinkened skin.
“Did you like that, Britt?” he asked, his voice edged with madness.
“Yes, yes.”
“Do you want more?”
She choked on a sob. “Yes please, Master.”
She’d slipped into the role of submissive so naturally it empowered him, yet he teetered on the edge of loss of control. She lay beneath him spread and ready, her body all his, warm and ripe for the taking. As her “Master” it was up to him to maintain the power. And yet, he fought the urge to give in to her allure, to drive himself into her slick canal before he’d begun the seduction.
He swatted her again, this time harder, louder. She cried out, tugging against the restraints. “Mmmm, it stings but then…then it makes me so horny, so wet.”
At her words, his eyes crossed. He didn’t know how much more he could take. The challenge she presented him proved too much to bear. “Really? Well let’s see just how wet you really are.”
He slid his hand between her spread legs and cupped her mound. She groaned when he found her clitoris, circling it, increasing the pressure.
Her body twitched. “Oh god.”
“Yeah, you’re wet, all right. And I haven’t even been inside you yet.” He pressed through the sticky lips and found the entrance to her canal. In one swoop, he impaled her with three fingers.
Her rear rose up to meet his thrust and her rump jiggled. She growled a sexy melody of arousal that had his ears and cock tingling at the same time.
He chuckled out loud. He might be “Master” but she held all the control whether she knew it or not.
“You’re so smooth and slick inside.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her, driving himself crazy with the strangled cries it elicited from her. She bucked against the ties, her body taut and reaching. Hungry, he suckled on one ass cheek. The aroma of her juices filled his nostrils and swam through his blood like an addictive drug. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. His cock ached so damn bad he feared he’d spill his cum before he even got inside her.
“Diego, please,” she pleaded. “I need you.”
“You want my cock, is that it?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, p-please, fuck me with your cock. Hard. Fast. Now.” That last came out with an adorable tone of awkwardness. Which made him want her more.
He closed his eyes and withdrew his fingers, drawing them below his nose. The scent of her wafted wild and musky around him, so appetizing he couldn’t resist licking the stickiness from his fingers. She tasted as sweet and mild as pure, thick cream. But he yearned for more.
Spreading her ass cheeks apart, he studied her anus. It perched like a tight little flower on the verge of blooming. He bent and touched his tongue to the hole.
Britt released a strangled cry. She tugged on the ties, attempting to shove her rear up into his face.
Her essence filled his nostrils, making his cock twitch. She tasted salty, just the way he liked ass, but she had a unique extra flavor that Diego couldn’t get enough of. Clean soap mixed with her pussy
juices. He flicked his tongue harder around the ring, loving the way she tightened against his invasion, then she relaxed with an abandoned moan of ecstasy.
“Diego.” She sobbed against the blanket. “Ooh, that feels so wicked, so fucking good.”
He wanted to go on and on this way, pleasuring her all night, listening to her sighs and groans of lust. But even as he savored the delicious tang of her, his shaft shuddered in protest. He had to get inside her. He couldn’t delay it any further.
He licked his way up her spine. “I just can’t resist you. You’re the one all tied up, but damn you, I’m the one whose heart’s in chains.”
Out of control, he shoved an arm under her and yanked her hips up so the heat of her pussy soaked the head of his dick.
Britt panted and sobbed.
With his other hand, he reached around and found the swollen pebble. She hitched in a breath, let out a sigh. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled the fresh scent of its wild mass.
“Would you just do it?” she begged.
He slid inside her, teetering on the rim of insanity. She’d become his Master now, no doubt about it.
“Oh yes.” The satisfying rush of being filled raced through her loins. Britt couldn’t contain the feline growl that escaped her throat. The aroma of his sweat and her own juices, combined with the heat of his body blanketing her backside, masturbated her senses and made her dizzy with lust. Fire whooshed into her channel and combusted her womb. His finger paused its dance on her clit, but he’d gotten her so horny already, she knew one more flicker of his finger, one more stroke of his cock and she’d be soaring.
“You move another muscle, sweetheart, and I’m going to come before I even get all the way inside you.” He murmured it in her ear, his husky voice devastating her almost as much as his rod. He stilled his movements, his shaft twitching against her inner muscles, as if he fought the edges of euphoria.
Knowing she had control over him in this way, despite being tied up and at his mercy, sent a surge of triumph through her. Yes, oh god, yes, there could be nothing more gratifying or more sinful than splaying herself out in such a vulnerable position, and yet knowing she held all the power.
She clamped down on him, trying to focus, to delay the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Even though her wrists and ankles were starting to go numb, she couldn’t stop pulling against the ties. This submissive role he’d taught her promised almost more pleasure than she could bear. But knowing the sight of her defenselessness made him more her slave than the other way around was almost just as intoxicating.
“I—I can’t hold off much longer. I want us to come together,” she whispered.
He let out a shuddering breath and grazed his free palm up her arm. His fingers twined with hers, his mouth nuzzled at her ear, making her shiver. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now…”
He trembled, seeming to war with the decision to delay the pleasure or reach for immediate gratification. Diego withdrew from her, his breath hissing in protest. Then he drove back into her with brutal force. She cried out as multiple bursts of ecstasy ignited deep in her pussy. His finger resumed its dance on her clit, and detonated a new explosion that went on and on. He groaned out his climax, driving deeper, spreading her wider than she’d ever been spread before. Hot cum coated her inner folds and scorched her spasming muscles.
As the pinnacle ebbed, so did the pressure on her nub. He untangled his other hand from hers and slid it down to cup her jaw. His hand trembled. He drew her face around and she saw passion and the glow of something tender in his eyes.
“You’re amazing.” He captured her mouth in a kiss that took her breath away. It went on long and thorough. He followed it by kissing the tip of her nose, her cheek, her temple. “Don’t leave me, babe. Stay here with me tonight. Let me hold you until morning.”
So tempting. It sounded like heaven to curl up in this big bed with him under the rumpled blankets. She could hide away from Lexi and Doris, and the whole world who’d seen her spread.
Just like this.
In a nationwide magazine.
A sudden thought took her by surprise the same way it had when his hand had jarred her rump.
In the beginning of this journey with him, she’d spied an issue or two of what had appeared to be bondage magazines in his living room, but she’d been too enthralled by him to explore it further or pay much attention. Her heart thumped out of control, no longer with passion but with mortification. Did he… Could he have been the one to…
Just like everything else in her life right now, Britt wasn’t entirely sure. But she still couldn’t force back the panic or betrayal at just the mere possibility of it being true, of Diego being the one to submit her pictures to the magazine. She’d already had nagging suspicions about his familiarity with the photos, that somehow he’d seen them.
But would he do such a thing as submit them to a contest? Would he really?
She couldn’t believe it. Didn’t want to believe it. Yet all the pieces fit—running into him in the drugstore on the day the pictures had gone missing, him seeming to know all about her from the start, the déjà vu lovemaking sessions similar to the photos. Him being familiar with those types of kinky magazines.
Oh god, she wanted to barf. Had she been that much of a fool?
Should she have listened to Lexi and Doris after all?
Wariness dimmed the afterglow of their lovemaking. She flicked what she hoped was an angry gaze over her shoulder. “Untie me now.”
Diego jerked in surprise. “What?”
“I said untie me now. Pink, if that’s what it takes.”
“Okay.” He reached up and worked her right arm free. “So why the sudden change?”
She flexed her wrist, letting the blood flow back into her hand, stifling the sudden rush of ticklish tingles. “A thought just occurred to me. You have some kinky subscriptions in there.”
“Subscriptions?” He pulled his shaft from her stickiness, leaving her with a cheap emptiness. Climbing over the footboard, he released both her legs from the ties.
She kicked against the neckties until her ankles were free and her inner thigh muscles no longer stretched. “Don’t play games with me. You’re very…familiar with those kinds of magazines, aren’t you?”
He rounded the bed, his cock bouncing with each step. He untied her left wrist, exhaled long and loud, shrugged. “Yes, somewhat.”
Britt scrambled off the opposite side of the bed. Her legs tingled as the blood poured back into the vessels. She struggled to stay standing, to ignore the discomfort. Planting her hands on her hips, she growled, “So was it you? Are you the one who submitted the pictures to the contest? What, did you assume I was an ‘easy’ target, Diego? Get a hold of the pictures somehow from the drugstore? Aha, I bet you broke in and stole them.”
“What? No, I… That’s ridiculous.” He shoved a hand through his hair and the effects were devastating, distracting. Her fingers fisted to stave off the itch to crawl across the bed and run them through those long dark locks. Bad boy. All she could think as she took in his rugged, naked glory, even knowing he’d betrayed her, was that she’d gotten herself entangled with a rogue as Doris and Lexi had insisted.
She’d asked for this mess—hell, welcomed it with open arms. And legs. “You did it. I’m certain of it now.”
He blinked, anger sparking in his eyes. “Now wait just a damn minute.”
“Wait? I don’t think any amount of waiting will change the fact that all of you are alike.” She snatched up her clothes. “Always trying to control me, every single last one of you. You think I’m dumb, naïve, a fucking blast to screw over, to tie up and have your way with me. Just like in the pictures!”
Never mind the fact you just allowed him to control you in the most intimate of ways. And loved every minute of it.
Diego strode to her, his hand clamping on her arm with a force that gave her no other choice but to look straight
into his eyes. He glared down at her through slits of anger. “Did you forget you begged me? ‘I want you to tie me up. I want to make love in that big four-poster bed of yours.’ Do those words sound familiar?”
She tried to wrestle her arm free, but he wouldn’t let her budge. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Your words,” he repeated. “Those were your words spoken to me soon after you arrived on my doorstep not an hour ago.”
Her mind tore back through the last hour, through to that thorough sex session and what had led up to it, further still to the moment she’d climbed from the cab in an emotional turmoil.
She groaned, her exhausted memory confirming his point. “Oh shit.”
“Yeah, oh shit’s right.”
He released her arm. She turned, sat on the edge of the bed with a plop. “I…whew.”
Diego tipped her chin up. “I would never hurt you, or force you to do things you didn’t want to do. Remember your safe word?”
“Pink,” she murmured, her face flaming.
He nodded, his mouth thinning into a tight smile. “Yes, pink. And except for just now when I let you loose, I don’t recall hearing it once tonight.”
“The photographs. Did you submit them to the magazine contest?” When he gritted his teeth but remained silent, she demanded, “Did you, damn it? Did you?”
“No. But I sure would like to know who did, because I’m going to kill that bastard with my bare hands.”
It had a true enough ring to it, but Britt would not play the fool any longer. She crossed her arms over her midriff. “Noble of you.”
“I swear, I’m going to make whoever did this to you pay within inches of his life.” He jammed on his jeans and left them unzipped. The sexiness of it sent a punch of desire to her womb.
She stood, sat back down. “How did you know about the contest then? Is the magazine one of your subscriptions?”
“Yes, it is.” He blew out a breath, sat next to her and rubbed on her neck. “Look, the truth is, I did see the pictures early on.”
She flung his hand away. “What?”
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