Virgin. Was he kidding? What had Dom told him? The carefree fun she’d just experienced disappeared and was replaced by heightened awareness in every part of her body, as if this man was the boss, the one truly in charge, the man who could satisfy her.
Dom walked closer with his camera. “Darlin’, why don’t you get up, bend over, and grab your ankles? It’ll give us such a nice view.”
She bet it would, but could she do so in front of the stranger? She peeked up at the newcomer. He smiled and nodded. Fine. Curious how this tableau would play out, she did as requested, but she kept her rear away from Zorro. Both men snapped a few pictures until Trent stopped them.
“Babe, the light isn’t right. Can you turn the other way?” He moved one of the standing lamps closer to her, sending heat in her direction.
The other way meant a clear shot of her pussy and ass would be in the newcomer’s direct line of sight. She wouldn't be able to keep an eye on him either, and no telling what he had in mind. Her tits still vibrated from the pinch.
“She’s a little pale, Trent, don’t you think?” This came from the stranger.
“Yeah, she is.”
Who was he kidding? She had a great tan.
“You want me to pinken her up?”
What did that mean? She loosened her hands and stood. The stranger removed his gloves and strode toward her. “You are quite a specimen, but I don’t see any passion in your eyes that’s required to make this shoot perfection.” He reached out and pinched her nipples again, only this time with more tenderness, as if he realized he might have overstepped the boundary the last time.
“Ouch.” She jumped back even though his action didn’t really hurt.
Her cop reflex was to defend herself, but the second he smiled, her anger diffused. There was something about him that told her he, too, wasn’t a threat, that he meant her no harm. There was no question he was too forward, and way too dominant. She’d not seen anything like him in a while.
“Sorry, sweetheart.”
She’d sweetheart him.
Zorro looked to Dom. “I can see she’s rather spoiled.”
“She is. If you think you can tame her, go for it. That is your specialty, after all. Trent and I need a break anyway.” Dom motioned with his head for him and Trent to leave.
Her pulse raced. “You’re leaving me with this crazy dude?”
Dom waved his camera. “He’s getting you ready for us. When he’s done, you’ll be in the right frame of mind. Trust us.” He grinned, slapped Trent on the back, and disappeared.
Goose bumps covered her body. She had no idea why this guy had been added to the mix or if he was even part of the resort. Did Trent or Dom think she needed to get ready? Were they outside planning on having sex with her? If so, she’d be ready for them.
She backed up. “What’s your name?”
“Does it matter?” He rubbed his palms together.
“It does to me.” She wouldn’t cower in front of him. Maybe he was the one who assaulted the women. With Dom and Trent out of the way, he could overpower her, and there was little she could do to defend herself other than a hard shot to his balls if she could catch him off guard.
“My name’s Brandon.”
It was a nice name, but he still looked like Zorro to her. “What are you going to do?” Her muscles stayed taut, ready for action if he came at her.
“What do you want me to do to you?” Damn him for having a voice as smooth as cognac.
Her damned pussy walls contracted. Make that her traitorous pussy.
Shit. Traitors be damned. His intensity added to her excitement. As if he were a magician, he pulled two retractable cuffs straight from the wall. He gently took hold of her right hand, and before she realized his intention, he cuffed her. In a flash, he was on the other side, securing her other hand to the wall. She tugged, and the lines holding the cuffs stretched further, giving her a lot of latitude to move. Being on this side of the cuffing should have bothered her, but for some reason it didn’t. If Trent or Dom had wanted to harm her, they certainly didn’t need to add Brandon.
“Do they hurt?” His voice held concern.
They cuffs were soft velvet, and given she could move, the confinement didn’t bother her. “No.” She was convinced this sexy trio was on the up-and-up, which turned her on even more.
At his mercy, her heated flesh vibrated under his scrutiny. She was powerless in a good way, in an exciting way. Where had her instincts gone? One minute she was on guard, now her body seemed to want his touch. Why?
Because they’re all innocent.
“You look very athletic. I bet you can be a fiery one.”
He had no idea.
He got on one knee and wrapped a strap around her ankle. Had the confinement bothered her, she could have kicked her way out, but she stood there, daring him to tie her other leg. He did.
Now all four limbs were fastened to the wall. He grinned as if he’d tamed a wild animal when no one else could. He moved in so close she could smell mint toothpaste, as if he’d just brushed his perfect teeth. Holding her gaze, he reached down and thumbed her clit. She jumped, not because she found it unpleasant, but because she hadn’t expected him to touch her. The other two men hadn’t been near her all day, and God knew she’d tried to entice them.
“Only a little wet. I’ll have to do something about that. Bend over again.”
Her back was only a few feet from the wall, but she obeyed. Zorro, or rather Brandon, stepped behind her and slapped her ass. Whoa. “Ouch.”
The pain radiated across her buttocks and down her legs.
She wanted to lash out, kick him, yell, but by the time the third slap came, heat raced to her center, causing her entire area to swell with arousal.
“Your cheeks are so sweet, so red.” She had no idea he’d dropped to his knees until his wickedly fast tongue probed her, lashing at her clit.
“Ooh.” She hadn’t meant to express her desire. The word just spilled out. She peered down. His head bobbed below her, licking her savagely, wreaking havoc with her control. He pushed open her legs so wide she had to bend her knees. The relief was pure bliss. Another moan escaped. The tongue was replaced by his fingers, rubbing her clit, flicking it then tugging on her hard nub. Her juices flowed, perfuming the air with her scent.
“Love the tattoo. I misjudged you.”
What did that mean? Did he think the snake meant she was into kink? That wasn’t good.
Brandon slid out from under her and stood at her back. “Don’t move. Not even an inch.” The excitement in his voice turned her on.
He reached around and rubbed his callused palms against her tits. She swayed to get more movement. “That feels good.”
He stopped and leaned in closer. “Not moving means not moving. You will pay.” He stepped away and returned a moment later. “Bad little girls must be punished.”
In his hand was some kind of device, actually two devices attached by a chain. When she realized the intent, her eyes widened. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this kind of sex toy. “Will this hurt?”
“I promise you’ll love this. It’s made for wicked girls like you.”
Damn. She knew she’d been playing with fire for two days and hoped she wouldn’t get burned this time.
He slid the two small metal plates above and below her nipple before tightening the screw. The exquisite sensation shot down her naked body straight to her very needy sex. He attached the other one and gave an extra twist. Once done, he yanked the connecting chain again. She leaned forward to lessen the pressure, but that only made him pull harder. Sparks ignited from the tips. Her breath caught in her throat as her pussy rejoiced.
“I have one more surprise for you.”
How much more could she take? Already, she was getting way too moist. She couldn’t see what he was doing, for he stood behind her. Paper ripped. “What is it?”
“I hear you’re a horny little thing.”
“Not really. I’m
here merely to pose.”
“You aren’t a good liar, but I do have something to help satisfy your urges.” His fingers found her drenched pussy, and he plunged in, stretching her.
It had been too long. The need overwhelmed her. “That feels soooooo good.” She wiggled to get the full extension of his fingers. “I need more.” Her breath sounded ragged. Right now she’d do about anything to get some release.
“So you do want it?”
“Yes.”
“Hold on, sweet one. Have some patience.”
He slid a hard plastic device in the shape of a huge cock, bigger than even a giant could possess, into her sopping pussy. She sucked in a breath. Her juices flowed around it, and the contractions kept on coming.
“It’s too big.” Her voice came out raw and breathless. The damned thing had to be three inches wide. And hard.
He stepped away and walked in front of her, probably to see her reaction.
“No. It’s just right. You like that, I can tell.” He tugged on her nipple chain.
Her body clenched around the too-tight object. “It’s huge. It’s stretching me to the max.” Her mouth opened to take in more air.
“I’m not done.”
No?
More paper ripped, then she thought he opened a jar. With her butt in the air, he smoothed a cool salve over her puckered hole. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. I’m merely getting you ready.”
Ready for what? Trent and Dom? She knew what he had in mind.
He wedged an extra large plug into her hole, stretching her so far she thought she’d break. He twisted the plug and pushed it in to the hilt. Oh my God. Carnal lust blasted her.
“I can’t breathe. It’s filling me up too much.”
“Relax. Move your butt a little and that sweet little pussy will let you know how much you like it. I bet your ass is vibrating, wishing for something more.”
With one fake cock in her pussy and this large, slick, dildo-like plug in her ass, she’d never been more stimulated.
When he slapped her ass, she nearly came.
“I bet you’re dying for a real man, aren’t you?” He stepped in front and ran a finger down her stomach and landed on her clit. “You want someone who can fill you up, pump into you, stretch your tight little cunt, huh?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.” She loved the dirty talk. “But at the moment, I’m kind of all out of room.” She sucked in a breath. Every time she moved an inch, both objects twisted inside her, sending her to a place she didn’t need to go. She was already at her limit.
Out came the dildo, but not the butt plug. The resultant emptiness shocked her. She needed him now.
“You’ll have to earn it, sweetheart.”
“Tell me how.” She tugged again on her restraints to see if she could get loose.
He winked, spun on his hard heels, and walked out.
* * * *
Brandon heard her yell “Bastard” and smiled. She was some vixen all right. She loved attention and was more uninhibited than any woman he’d ever met. She was a handful, that’s for sure, which was why his cock was harder than it had been in memory. Christ, he had to leave or chance losing it.
“Told you.” Dom faced him.
His face must have shown the pain he was in. “Goddamn, she’s a hot little witch.” Both Dom and Trent stood outside the closed studio door, where they’d no doubt been listening to the conversation. “She was really excited when I put the dildo in her pussy, but when I eased in a tiny butt plug, I don’t think she knew what to do with it.”
“I’m betting she’s a virgin in that department,” Trent said.
Brandon adjusted his pants. “There’s no doubt about it. Guess I’ll have to be gentle if I ever lose it.”
Trent glanced first to Dom then back at him. “So what are we going to do with her?”
Brandon forced his mind around the practical nature of the situation. He paced. “I’m thinking we should let her go back to her room right now. Trust me when I say she is very ripe for the plucking.”
“I don’t like that,” Dom said. “It could be dangerous if the person got a hold of her. She’s vulnerable.”
Trent nodded. “I agree.”
“We don’t have a choice,” Brandon added. “I’m thinking we stay away all day tomorrow to let her stew.”
Dom crossed her arms. “We need to watch her. Follow her if she leaves her room. We don’t want anything to happen to her.”
He agreed. “After I got your call, I contacted Rod. He faxed over her application. Apparently, she likes to exhibit. I have a plan. One that just might douse her flame. It’s all well and good for her to show off in front of us. She knows we can’t touch her. But what if we parade her in front of the dinner crowd?”
“I don’t think she’ll go for that,” Trent said.
Dom nodded. “I have an idea. You know those amazing shots you and I got? I think we should blow them up and plaster them all over the walls.”
Trent looked doubtful.
Dom continued. “We need to put Tiff in an uncomfortable position. Trust me, it’s the only way to douse her flame. She checked off the box that said part of her fantasy was exhibitionism. I say we paint her up like the tigress she is and bring her out in public.”
Trent skewed up his lips. “If she’ll agree, I’m good with it. And if she says yes, I say we get a choker and lead her around on a chain. She’ll be completely naked, right?”
Brandon’s pulse raced. “Absolutely, except for the silver butt plug I just put in her. With the handle sticking out, the whole place will know what she likes.” His cock got even harder. “We’ll paint stripes over her entire body, except for that sexy pussy of hers. We’ll leave it bare, just like she wants it. Everyone’s eyes will be drawn to her there.”
Dom stepped forward. “If we want to be realistic, we should paint her nipples red to make sure they stand out for all to see.”
Brandon smiled. “I’m liking that. I think Tiff will, too.”
Dom tossed him a satisfied glance. “We’re game. You good at painting stripes?”
“You have no idea. Until Thursday then.”
* * * *
Tiffany awoke more confused than ever. There was something definitely wrong with her. She was a cop, for God’s sake, who used to be able to control her emotions whenever they needed controlling. She’d been able to lie to pimps, act interested when kissing a scum bucket, and pull away if things got out of hand, but not this time. All three men had this invisible power over her. When all of them had escorted her back to her room after Brandon got done teasing her, she was riding high.
My God, she never thought a glass dildo could stimulate her so much. The erotic thoughts were still driving her crazy, even though she’d taken it out the minute she was alone, despite them insisting she keep it in until they saw her next. Were they really thinking of having anal sex with her? She couldn’t predict their next move, which didn’t bode well.
They’d told her to take the day off tomorrow, to think about her desires and what she really wanted from a fantasy. What the fuck did that mean? They were probably upset because she’d tried to come on to them, which might explain why they pulled away. Knowing men, they wanted to earn the right to have sex with her. Playing hard to get might be just what would cause them to break the rules. She kept telling herself she was staying around for the sake of being thorough.
Aargh. She wasn’t cut out anymore to work Vice. Speaking of which, she probably should call her boss, but it was embarrassing to say she hadn’t been able to lure any one of three men over to the bad side. Every man from her past would look at a bare pussy and start humping. Maybe these men took some kind of immunity drug so they wouldn’t be tempted. Yeah, that must be it or else she was losing her appeal. When had thirty been too old?
Aw, hell. Defeated, she decided to toss in the towel. There was no need to stay around for the rest of the w
eek and chance getting even hornier, especially since she’d get no satisfaction tomorrow. She wanted these men so badly she was willing to do anything to get them, but if she adopted that attitude much longer, things were sure to end poorly. Conceivably there was a customer out there willing to satisfy her baser urges, but she only wanted Trent, Dom, and Brandon. Each one stimulated her in a different way.
Stop dwelling on sex.
Like that’s going to happen.
She might as well finish out her stay today and leave first thing tomorrow morning. Since the afternoon looked clear, and there was nothing to do other than mope, she decided to rent an all-terrain vehicle, an ATV, and shoot pictures in the mountains for a few hours. She wanted to be away from men, and therefore away from temptation. Maybe when she got back, her libido would have calmed down. God only knew she needed something to dampen her urges.
She downloaded the photos she’d taken of Trent the first day, reformatted her compact disk, and studied the images. My God, Trent was gorgeous. He had kind eyes and a gentle smile. Her chest tightened. She liked him a little too much.
Get out of the resort.
After putting the ATV rental on her tab, she hopped on the larger-than-life beast. Figuring out how to drive the wicked machine took some getting used to, but once she got the hang of it, she really liked the control. This time she was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt when she drove up the path instead of wearing that stupid straight skirt. What had she been thinking trying to look demure?
At the last minute, she’d decided to bring the tripod, thinking the wind might be a factor high on the hill. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she followed the trail Trent had taken her on and ended up at the base of the peak where she’d disrobed.
She cut the engine and dismounted. As she picked up her equipment, a rather evil idea came to mind, one that might blow their minds if she could get them to meet her again.
Chapter Six
Tiffany set up the tripod so that the camera lens would overlook the valley below. She stripped and stuffed her clothes into her backpack. The wind whipped her hair and sent chilled air between her thighs. Her pussy clenched at the invasion, but the freedom of standing high up, unencumbered, exhilarated her. For a change, she was in charge. There were no men to tempt her.
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