Sarasota Sin

by Scott, Talyn

  “You are staring,” she replied, angry with herself for not being stronger than this new wave of insecurity.

  With an exasperated snort, he explained, “I’ve seen the goods, Payton. Would I ask a woman I didn’t find hot as hell into a committed relationship?” He pressed his hand on her lower back, urging her to comply. She did, lowering her head and chest until his hand left her back. “Are there any other insecurities we need to address today or is lacking positive body image it?”

  “You want a rundown?”

  “Sure.” When she stayed quiet, he dragged in a deep breath. “Put your hands on the tub’s ledge.” His calf brushed her thigh when he circled her. She could feel his eyes appraising her just as she could sense embarrassment flushing her body a hot pink. “Now, Payton!” She put her hands on the tub, her position forcing her heavy breasts to dangle above the floor. “Now, that’s a sight to behold, very natural, very beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Payton, nothing at all.” She heard a drawer open, followed by the rattle of plastic. “I am proud to call you mine. ” Next he stood behind her for another minute, glaring at her when she turned her head to see what he was doing.

  Then, she heard the unmistakable rattle of a belt buckle.

  “Avery,” she said softly, closing her eyes and wondering if she would scream her safe word after all. Still, there was something carnally provoking about her position, her nudity while he examined her from top to bottom. The waiting…the waiting was killing her, yet it was arousing in itself.

  “I can read your body, Payton.” His voice came closer. A white silk sash swirled across her vision, the back tied around her head. “Your body is ready for me.” He reached beneath her and circled one nipple slowly, tugged sharply, and then fastened something biting into her velvety skin. She cried out at the sudden pain but stopped in a strangled sob, when the pain turned into rushing pleasure. “Take it for me.” He repeated his actions on the other side. “Find that place in your head where nothing exists. No pain, no insecurities, no fear, no thinking, and let me climb in there with you.”

  A begging sob left her when she felt the tug of chains move down her torso. She arched her back up, moving her hips enticingly for his touch. “Oh, let me in, Payton, and understand what bonding between lovers truly means.” With his mouth, he suckled her thickly swollen labia; drawing her juices over his tongue right as the identical biting pain throttling her nipples penetrated her secret lips.

  “Ah,” she groaned, breathing deeply and oddly finding a tiny bit of peace from the stinging bite.

  “You are gorgeous wearing my clamps, makes me crave binding and gaging you.” He stood, his movements efficient. Trailing a newly gloved hand from the crevice of her ass and over her spine, he stopped at her mouth, gliding his covered thumb over her lips. From the texture and taste, he was wearing leather on his hands. “How far can I push your trust, Payton?” That thumb pressed into her mouth, rolling over her tongue and then retreating to draw a wet line down the center of her throat. “You may answer.”

  “I trust you.”

  “Enough to put your safe word on hold?”

  The way her body boiled around the clamps, she’d do just about anything. “O-okay.”

  He kissed her hard and then covered her mouth with the palm of his hand, the leather pressing her lips closed. Where he would hear only her muffled moans and screams but no safe word.

  He kissed a path across her blindfolded eyes and laughed softly. “Oh, damn, you are plump and drizzling for me.” She groaned against his leather-clad palm. With his other gloved hand, she felt him apply cool lubricant to her anus. Recalling how Avery had allowed her only a glimpse of this sort of touch and how she had secretly longed for it, she pressed back against the finger circling her ring. Not only did he plunge back, he didn’t stop until he pushed all the way to his hand. Only allowing her a second to adjust, he drew back and both of them shuddered in response. He plunged and retreated three more times before he stopped and rolled his finger all inside her, making large circles as if he were stretching her, preparing her. After he pulled away, she felt the unmistakable application of even more lubricant, an alarming amount, and she gasped into his palm.

  He tightened his hold on her mouth. “Do you think that little gasp is going to fool me when you’re dripping over your clamps?” His laugh was purely male. “I can read you perfectly.”

  He tore his hand away from both ends of her, wrapping his arm around her waist and hoisting her on his leg. “Relax, lean onto me but keep your grip on the tub.” All she could manage was a shaky nod. A cold, hard object touched the tip of her rim, and he pushed it far into her ass. When she drew away from the erotically unnerving sensation of being filled there, he moved his gloved hand between her breasts, creating tension in her chains, and pushed her right back where he wanted her. Payton cried out a jumbled form of his name. He patted her ass, nipping the line between her right cheek and thigh with his moist mouth. “I don’t hear a safe word coming from you, so I’m assuming you haven’t any qualms over wearing your new butt plug.”

  Oh, how she needed him moving between her legs, feeding that ache building higher and higher! She was on sensory overload, and the more he turned that punishing yet glorious plug, the more she needed him. “Please!”

  “I would love to please you.” He pulled lightly and then pressed the hard object inside her once more before he rose over her. Again the sound of the belt was unmistakable. “Luckily, you are due for your first taste of discipline.” The leather belt dangled over her ass, tickling her slick cleft. “We’ll start with five. You will count each one clearly and loudly or I will start over.” He trailed the belt over the sole of her right foot, moving it up her leg. She felt her clitoris swelling with anticipation. “I’m in a generous mood so you may come at will.”

  The air suddenly moved behind her and she tensed, waiting for that first smack.

  Whack!

  Payton’s sex engorged against the biting leather. “One.”

  A whirling breeze, and a stronger smack landed just below her left buttock. “Two.” She clenched her legs together, and he stopped her by toeing her knees apart.

  “You are getting excited, Payton.” He landed a smack higher on her right cheek, the flesh jiggling on impact.

  “Three,” she groaned, sensing that familiar stirring tugging at her womb.

  “I agree with my earlier assessment.” He rubbed her flaming ass with his gloved hand, petting her. “To my utter pleasure, you are a dormant submissive waiting for your Master.” He gathered up one breast in his hand and plucked away her nipple clamp. Payton screamed as the blood rushed back to the tip.

  Another smack met her square between the legs, stinging her clamped lips. “F-four.” She was about to come. His gloved hand lifted her other breast and removed the clamp, the engorged nipple sliding over the leather of his gloves. Lights flickered behind Payton’s eyes. “Oh!”

  “Oh, yes,” he said with a devious chuckle. “Last one’s a charm.”

  Payton stayed still, her body begging for that last lash. Instead of feeling revolted for enjoying something she thought of as utterly ridiculous, she was strangely calm, bordering that place in her mind Avery wanted her to find.

  Avery reared back and delivered her final blow. It wasn’t as hard as she would have liked. However, when he removed her genital clamps, Avery steered Payton into a climax the same way Dylan had when he’d fucked her with his thick cock. With only the butt plug filling her, Payton was shocked. She heard wails of pleasure and soul deep groans, all those needy, animalistic sounds coming from her mouth. “Avery!”

  “I’m here.” He gently removed the plug and gathered her in his reassuring arms.

  “Are you happy?” she asked, exhaustion and peace settled deep.

  “Yes, especially when I know you want this as much as I do.” He kissed her tenderly, a stark contrast to his spanking. “Tell me.”

  “Maybe,” she admitted on a yawn.


  He laughed at that. “Let’s get a shower.”

  She nodded when he lifted her. “I need a ride to the firehouse.”

  “Only for work and then I’ll see you back here tonight,” he insisted.

  “Don’t ruin the way I feel right now by arguing,” she said, ignoring the ferocity of his disapproving glare.

  “We will see.”

  14

  Payton stared at the black SUV parked next to the firehouse. “Please tell me that’s not the vultures,” she groaned, pulling her keys from her purse.

  “The vultures?”

  She laughed at Avery’s puzzled expression. “The paparazzi, though I think that’s too glamorous a word for what they do.”

  “Ah,” he said, stroking her jaw, “I ordered my head of security to send a couple of men over to keep the vultures away.” His black brows pinched together and he looked almost boyish when he said, “You could be at The Easton now, availing yourself of our spa. We could have his and hers massages in a beachside cabana, where we could later.” He blew her a kiss. “Fool around.”

  “Tomorrow after work,” she promised. “I have tutoring tonight and laundry…and a leaking garbage disposal.” She smoothed her hands over the dress he’d had sent up from one of his hotel’s overpriced boutiques.

  “You don’t have to do any of that, Payton,” he said more seriously, acting all insulted. “I’ll send someone over, and you’ll come back with me. Right now.”

  She kissed him hard, pressing her tongue in his mouth and claiming all she could until she would see him again. It was different kissing him without his barbell, but that extra appendage didn’t fit in at The Easton Company. Payton forced herself away on a miserable groan. “Call me after work.” She managed to get out of his car with him grabbing after her. He got in one good pinch on her ass, and she yelped her outrage. “You said you weren’t a sadist,” she whispered, when she dipped her head back in the car for another kiss.

  “Doesn’t mean I won’t mark the shit out of you, at any given opportunity,” he said once she pulled her head away. His mouth curved into the devil’s smile as he slid his dark glasses over the bridge of his nose. “Expect me to pick you up tonight.” His skilled hand gripped the gearshift. “I don’t want you sleeping across the hall from Noah Wyatt any longer. I can tell he’s going to test my patience. And might I remind you, I have none.”

  She saluted him. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” Laughing as he pulled away with a growl, she marched upstairs to the loft.

  When Payton put her key in the lock, the door swung open. “Hey,” she hissed at Libby, “you tore the only decent nail I had left. What gives?”

  Libby yanked her inside, glancing over Payton’s shoulder and then locking the door. “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

  “What?” Payton reached into her purse, pulling it out and realizing her mistake. “Oh, my mom heard all that marriage nonsense Dylan spewed to avert the vultures. She was blowing up my phone and I didn’t want to talk -” Payton froze, remembering the dress Libby had borrowed from the theater. “Oh, shit! I’ll call Avery and he’ll get the dress from his place.” She turned on her phone and realized she didn’t know his number, so she started scrolling the internet for The Easton Company’s main line.

  Libby held out both of her hands. “Screw the dress. We had an emergency here last night!”

  “Great.” Another bill meant juggling the budget again. “Plumbing, electrical, or -”

  She grabbed Payton’s shoulders. “I just brought Noah back from the emergency room. We were there all night, Pay, all freaking night. And we weren’t even in the waiting room any of that time. I didn’t think he was going to make it. He had to go in an ambulance and everything.”

  The first thing that popped into Payton’s mind was a shunned lover, the next a livid and very jealous husband swinging a baseball bat. “Tell me,” she said while making her way to Noah’s room. “What happened?”

  “That freaking gift basket is what happened!”

  Noah was ashen, sprawled out in the middle of his queen-sized bed. He looked like he was sleeping with his eyes open. “Why?” She lowered her voice. “He’s not allergic to any foods.”

  “He bit into a truffle loaded with benzonatate capsules.”

  Payton touched his cheek and Noah leaned into her hand. “What the hell is that?”

  “It’s a prescription cough medicine doctors prescribe in lieu of narcotics, but it has to be swallowed whole. If the capsules or pearls are broken in the mouth or throat, they usually swell the throat fatally. Noah freaking chewed them,” she whispered fiercely. “It’s a miracle he’s alive.” Tears rolled down her face and Payton was right there with her, hugging her. “I never prayed so hard, Pay. Never in my life do I want to feel that fear again.”

  Payton trembled. “H-he was poisoned.”

  “Yeah.” Libby leaned back, curling her hair behind her ears and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. “He was poisoned, but it could have been any of us.”

  “Obviously you called the police,” Payton prodded, pulling the information from an exhausted Libby.

  “Actually, the hospital called the police. They left a few minutes before you arrived after confiscating the basket. I also gave them your cellphone number so they can reach either of us for when they find out something.”

  “Someone was going to kill me.” It finally registered with Payton, due to her shock, that the candy was meant for her.

  “There wasn’t a card, remember?” Libby reminded. “That basket could have been for any of us, but most likely you or me.”

  “Make her get some sleep, Pay,” Noah insisted, his voice sleep-slurred. “She’s exhausted.”

  “Go to bed, Lib. I’m here now.” She turned Libby to face the hall, shooing her out.

  “I’ll go downstairs to grab my tablet, and then I’ll jump in the bed,” Libby said with evident relief.

  “No, I’ll get your tablet,” Payton argued.

  Libby walked on. “I need some fresh air and it’ll only take a second or two.”

  Payton crawled next to Noah, wrapping her arm across his big chest. “I’m so sorry.”

  “I’ll be much better after we find out who did this,” he said, running a shaking hand through her hair. “I can’t believe those tabloids…and you. That asshole saying you are going to be his wife is messing with my head. If those chocolate hadn’t sent me to the emergency room, I think I would have gone to jail after doing what I envisioned to Dylan Easton.”

  “Noah, get some sleep.” The last thing Payton needed was for him to stay upset. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

  “Get my laptop off the nightstand.” He refused to be deterred. “I want to show you something.”

  With a frustrated sigh, she put it on his chest. He entered his password and went into his documents. When he pulled up a picture, Payton thought it was one of her when she was sixteen or maybe seventeen. But on closer inspection, she realized it was another woman. “An obituary,” she murmured, her eyes traveling from the name to the face and then to the name again. “Helen Savon.” Her mind started whirling. ‘I miss you,’ Dylan had said. ‘I thought I’d dreamt you.’ She cupped her mouth, bile rising, recalling the other telltale comments Dylan and Avery had made. “I was wondering why they wanted someone like me when they could have anyone.”

  Noah scowled. “I won’t have you talking about yourself that way. Payton, look at her…really look at her. Baby, you have to realize you’re a walk in the past for Dylan Easton.”

  A sob left her. “I can’t believe this.”

  “That’s not the half of it,” he said. “Read this news article regarding the way she died.”

  Payton took the laptop from him, her eyes growing wider and wider with every bomb of information the article threw at her. Silent tears streamed her face. She remembered Dylan had said only one person could break someone’s heart, but anyone could mindfuck you. We’ll he’d do
ne both to her. “Oh, God, I can’t read anymore.” She placed his computer on the nightstand and made to leave.

  Noah caught her wrist. “You slept with him.”

  It wasn’t any of his business, but she nodded anyway.

  “Come here,” he said, tugging her down. “Cry all you want. I’m right here, Pay.” She lowered her shaking body back down, and pressed her ear to his chest. “That’s it…I’m right here just like always, your lifetime guarantee.”

  ***

  “Daddy,” Libby spoke evenly into the phone, rubbing her temple with her fingertips. Exhaustion and worry couldn’t take a backseat long enough for her to rest. “I don’t understand how you lost everything. When you mean everything, absolutely all your money?” His proclamation rocked her, her father bankrupt. “But you have retirement for you and Mom, right? No?” She dropped her hand on her desk and gripped a pencil. “Bonds and stocks are worthless. I understand.” He’d lost all his properties and was putting the house up for sale. “How can I help?” How could she help someone in sudden astounding debt other than to let him cry on her shoulder? “Please, if there’s anything I can do, just tell me. Yes, I love you, Daddy. And kiss Mom for me. Of course, I’ll give Noah your best.” The pencil snapped in her hands. “Bye.”

  “I see Bailey’s house of cards has fallen.”

  Libby jumped a mile out of her chair. She held up the sharp end of the pencil as a ridiculous weapon. “Who are you?”

  A man, tall and broad shouldered, stepped into her office, using a cane to maneuver around her furniture. “Trey Easton, Elizabeth.”

  That voice, she knew it well. It was deeper, sure, but she’d spend hours and hours talking to him over the phone when she was a teenager. But the man wasn’t the teenage boy she’d known. When he lowered his glasses, Trey locked eyes with her and she dropped back into her seat. “You?” She would never forget the intensity of his green eyes, the way he’d looked at her when her sixteen-year-old self had given him her virginity. “You’re not Trey…Easton. Y-you are Travis Henderson.”