We Love Kink - Erotic Romance Anthology #1
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“Well, we lucked out because she has her picture up instead of like her dog or a meme, but I just plugged in her first name and our state. When the search engine started filling up, it was only a matter of scoping ‘em out until I saw her.”
“Dude. I’m impressed you remembered what she looked like considering how drunk you were. And now I’m sorry for all the times I called you the dickless wonder.” Nate told him as he stared into the face he’d been dreaming about for over a week.
“What?” Craig asked, dumbfounded. “When have you ever called me that?”
“Oh, you’re never there when I do.”
Bailey heard the soft ping that signaled an incoming message on her phone and glanced down as she pulled it from her purse. The last thing in the world she expected to see was a message from Nate. Her heart did a double, twisting back flip at the sight of his name.
“Chelle!” Bailey heard the squeak in her voice and didn’t even care. “Oh my gaawwd! Chelle, it’s him!”
“Who?” Michelle asked with a chuckle. “Is that your Dom? Holy shit it is!” She squealed when she hurried over to flop across the back of the couch and see for herself. “How did he find you?” She hmm’d to herself as she read over Bailey’s shoulder and added, “That’s impressive that he found you without a number or last name. I told you not to give up hope. Didn’t I?” Michelle nudged her and the enthusiasm was so infectious that Bailey could hardly keep her own excitement in check.
“Holy shit, Chelle.” She said, bouncing up to sit on her knees and turned so the two of them were facing each other over the back of the couch. “He wants to see me again. Look!”
They read the message out loud together.
Bailey,
I hope you don’t mind me writing to you out of the blue like this. You left the other night before I could ask you for your number-and I was totally going to right before my idiot friends busted in and ruined everything.
If you aren’t currently in the process of blocking me and getting a restraining order because you were hoping I couldn’t find you…I’d love to take you out to dinner.
“Aww.” They sighed in unison.
“He’s sweet.” Michelle said.
“And he wants to see me again.” Bailey felt like she was back in high school and the giddy rush in her head was only eclipsed by the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
“What should I say?”
“Say yes. Duh.” Leave it to her bestie to be a smart ass.
“Well, obviously.” Bailey told her with a head shake. “But, look, he’s funny. I’m drawing a blank. Help.”
“Holy shit, she wrote back already.” Nate couldn’t believe she’d gotten the message at all, let alone right away like this. He was half expecting it to go unanswered or to get blocked.
“What’d she say?” Austin asked with his cheeks stuffed to maximum capacity.
Hi Nate!
I’m very glad you found me, just in time too as I was in the process of blocking all my would be suitors. I’ve finished the M’s and was just about to start on the N’s. Your timing is impeccable. There’s a distinct possibility I could be persuaded to postpone said blocking if dinner was up for grabs. That is, if the dinner were steak and dessert were also an option.
Even as he chuckled at her sense of humor Nate felt a catch in his chest. He was in trouble. Beautiful, great in bed, and witty too? Yeah, he didn’t stand a chance.
As his friends shouted out possible responses, Nate tuned them out and let his thumbs fly.
Steak huh? Well, that means my plans of chili dogs at the Gas and Go are out. I wonder if they have steak at the Lighthouse…
“Omg.” Bailey giggled, and Michelle laughed when she read Nate’s message to her.
“The Lighthouse? That’s the one that’s over in Shop-N-Spree’s parking lot right?”
“Yeah,” Bailey said, still chuckling. “That place that gave half the high school food poisoning last year.”
“Oh my God that’s right.” Michelle said, cackling like a loon. “My brother got sick there last week, I told him the garlic fries weren’t worth the risk. This guy is awesome.”
Ooh, the Lighthouse. Pulling out all the stops for me huh? Well, I’ll take my steak medium rare smothered in botulism sauce with a side of salmonella. Think they will provide candlelight and a linen tablecloth through the drive up?
“Fuck me.” Nate smiled as he reread her message a second time. “I think I might just have to marry this girl.” While his buddies laughed and shouted out comebacks about the rancid food options offered at the drive up grease pit, Nate let them fly unnoticed over his head and decided to get real.
I need to see you. Soon. Any chance you’re free tonight? I know it’s short notice, but now that I’ve found you, waiting seems like a waste of time.
“He wants to see you tonight?” Michelle’s voice rose a whole octave in her excitement.
“I know right?” Bailey thought her heart was gonna beat right out of her chest. “But, if I tell the truth, that of course I don’t have plans because I’m a broke, homebody, loser then, he’ll think I’m a broke, homebody, loser.”
“So? You going to lie to him and say you’re busy?” Chelle demanded with a raised brow.
“No.” Baily admitted. “But, I wouldn’t be lying if you changed your mind and stayed over tonight. Then I would have plans.”
“Get real.” Her closest and dearest friend scoffed. “You wanted to order pizza and binge watch Gilmore Girls. That’s not plans, that’s duel patheticness. In stereo.” She bent forward and gave Bailey a smacking kiss on her forehead before heading into the kitchen.
“Which is why I said no. However, if you wanted me to stay and help you get ready for a date with your hot Dom, well then I’m so down with that.”
“Wow.” Bailey felt her eyes go wide as the realization that she was going to see him again took root. “Chelle. What am I going to say to him? What if he just wants to do another scene but not really date? Or what if he just wants boring tacky one night stand kind of sex and then he disappears? Or what if he turns out to be a jerk?” As the ‘what ifs’ began to pile up in her brain like clowns in a Volkswagen, panic started to replace the giddy joy of just moments ago.
“Stop it.” Chelle marched back from the kitchen with a tablespoon full of peanut butter in her hand that she used to wave at Bailey threateningly. “Stop that right now. You’re just getting all up in your head about this. Here. Gimme that.” And before Bailey could guess her intent Michelle snatched the phone from her fingers with lightning speed.
“Wait!” Bailey lunged, but she was too slow. Chelle stuffed the peanut laden spoon in her mouth then started texting and running. “Don’t you dare, Chelle! Please. Stop. Don’t text and run. You’ll misspell something and he’ll think I’m an idiot.”
“Well, you are.” Her best friend said in a sticky voice. “You were about to tell him no so you could sit on your couch and watch a show you’ve seen a billion times already.”
“I happen to love that show and so do you.” Bailey was now chasing Michelle around the couch like a drunk blind date and she felt ridiculous. Just not ridiculous enough to give up on catching her and stopping whatever message Chelle was furiously tapping out.
“Done.” With a triumphant whoop Chelle dropped the phone to the coffee table and took the spoon out of her smiling mouth. “You’re meeting him at Delvechio’s at seven. You’re welcome.”
Chapter Three
Bailey pulled into the farthest slot in Delvechio’s parking lot she could find. She wanted to be sure no one could see her climb out of her car, in case Nate got here early and was waiting on her. She had chosen her underwear for sex appeal rather than comfort and she had a wedgie that was strangling the life out of her girly bits. That bad boy needed to be dug out. ASAP. And since the useless scrap of lace was lodged so deep she could swear she felt them scape the back of her tongue every time she swallowed, it wasn’t going to be a polite and di
screet little wiggle to fix this. No, she was going to have to dig deep and the last thing she wanted was for Nate to see her while she did. She already had her mind clouded with visions of his previous subs and how she wouldn’t measure up to them, no need to add to it.
One quick check in the rearview mirror to make sure there wasn’t any lipstick on her teeth or boogs of either the eye or nose variety and she stepped from the car on shaky limbs. Excitement and nerves fueled her body like an electric current ran just under her skin.
Bailey first smoothed her hands over the skirt and waist of her wrap around dress, tugging and adjusting until it laid just so. The color and fit were perfect for her body type, disguising her love of desserts in the gathers at the waist while making the most of her modest bust with its deep vee. The material was just slinky enough to accentuate the curve of her hips without clinging too close and revealing too much.
Bailey reached behind to finally free the panties her ass was trying to swallow whole when she caught sight of Nate. He was less than ten feet away and headed directly for her. “Shit.” She whispered it as she whipped both hands in front of her and clung to her purse.
“You too?” Nate smiled and it was even more disarming and heart melting than she’d remembered. “I’m always early. I hate being late. Especially when a beautiful woman is waiting on me.” And then his hands were on her waist and pulling her in for a hug that felt warm and right and perfect.
“Hi.” He breathed into her ear as he held her close.
“Hi.” She barely whispered back and pulled in closer.
“After you left, I was really afraid I had done something wrong and you didn’t want to see me again.” He spoke the words into her neck and each syllable caressed her as they brushed along her skin.
“I was worried I’d be in the way. I didn’t even remember that I hadn’t given you my number until days later when you still hadn’t called.” Her words were spoken into his chest and it felt so right to stand in his arms like this. Like she was designed to fit him perfectly, and vice versa.
“I would have called you that night and every day since.” She jolted at that. It was the kind of thing all girls wanted to hear, and so her first reaction was to think it was a line. Until he continued. “Look. I’m not some kind of player. I know I should be more cool and aloof, like that Xavier guy at the club. But I’m pretty much an all cards on the table kind of person.” He pulled back and looked her in the eye. “I hope that works for you. Cuz-“ He made a show of looking over every part of her face as though he were tracing it with his eyes. “-damn. Look at you.” And then his mouth was on hers in a kiss that was light and sweet and melted the knee jerk doubts from her mind like morning mist under the afternoon sun.
Nate pulled back from the kiss way too soon to her way of thinking. When she went up to her tiptoes and leaned in for more, he cupped her face in his large warm palms and held her there while he looked into her eyes.
“We’re both stupidly early, but it doesn’t look too crowded. Wanna see if they can seat us now? Or stay out here for awhile?” The way he asked it made Bailey think that he wouldn’t mind staying out here just holding her if that’s what she wanted. In fact, she would have laid money on it. One problem. Since his arrival had come before she was ready, there was the not so little discomfort of her wedgie that still had to be dealt with. Only, she had no idea how to solve that problem with him there.
Fuck it.
“Umm. This is kinda embarrassing but you got to me before I could fix it in private.” Bailey was sure her face was as red as an apple.
“What?” He looked instantly concerned. “I’m sorry. Do you need a minute? Shit, I should have given you space, but I saw you and didn’t think. Should I go inside and wait for you?” His hands fell to his sides and he started to turn away, but the loss of his touch was not to be tolerated, so she blurted out the truth before her brain registered what her mouth was doing.
“Oh no. It’s nothing like that. I have a monster wedgie and if I don’t take care of it soon I’m going to start choking on my underwear.”
They both froze. From the look on Nate’s face Bailey didn’t know which of them was more surprised by her words. She certainly couldn’t believe she’d just said that any more than he appeared to believe it.
“A wedgie huh?” A look came into his eyes then that caused all the frogs in her tummy to start tap dancing. “Mind if I have a look? I think I can help with that.”
Forget tap dancing, those little bastards were doing the cha cha. “Umm. Is that an order from my Dom?” She whispered it, amazed at her own cheek. She could see that she’d surprised him a second time but in a blink, his eyebrows dropped back down from his hairline and he asked; “Do you want it to be? I don’t want you to think I’m only seeing you for that. Because I’m after more than just sex here.”
This time it was her eyebrows climbing her forehead.
“Yes.” She told him in a voice that was soft but full of conviction. “Yes, to everything.”
“Then turn around and lift your skirt. Slowly.”
“Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t help her nervous glance around the parking lot as she turned to face her car. No one was in sight and she was parked well away from any windows and the street. Regardless, her hands shook as they went to her hips.
Slowly, like she’d been instructed, Bailey set her hands at her hips and used her fingers to gather up her skirt. Cool air kissed her thighs as the material fluttered along her legs until she had it all bunched just under the cheeks of her ass. Then her daring deserted her.
If he had said anything, she might have chickened out completely, however he stayed quiet, waiting on her to follow through or not. Maybe it was all in her own head and it was just her imagination taking off with her, but she could have sworn there was weight to his waiting. Not impatience or pressure, she felt that he would accept whatever level of trust she offered him and feeling that, knowing it, gave her the courage to continue. She lifted her dress the rest of the way and gathered it over her waist.
“Fuck me.” The crude words were at contrast with the whispered reverence he used to utter them. Cool air breezed across the globes of her ass causing goose flesh to prickle along her skin as she waited for what he would do next.
So attuned was she to him that she felt the heat of his body long before she felt his touch.
“Oh God.” Bailey gasped.
Nate trailed the blunt tips of his fingers over one cheek then the other, covering every inch of them. Chills raced from wherever he touched to zip along her legs and the flesh between them. She felt a trickle of moisture and knew she was going to be drenched by the time he finished with her.
“Oh God is right.” Nate whispered from above her before he laid a gentle kiss on top of her head. “This ass is a gift from the heavens and deserves to be worshiped.” The words, the incredibly intimate moment and the possibility of discovery all combined to make a heady swirl that turned her muscles as well as her brain to mush.
Nate shifted a little until she could tell he was directly behind her and then Bailey thought her brain was going to short circuit when he gripped both cheeks for an intense yet brief squeeze before he drug the fingers of both hands like claws up over them.
“Mmm, dayum.” He said in a throaty growl. “It seems a shame to remove this.” Bailey let out a surprised squeak when he tugged on the trapped panties, pulling them tight against her so the fabric massaged her pussy. “They look fucking hot just the way they are.” Then he tugged again. Two short sharp pulls that had her gasping and going up on tiptoes as the sensations zipped from her center and throughout her whole body. “Hmm, you like? Feel good?” His voice was low and sly as he caught onto what was happening. “Answer me, Bailey. You like this?” And then he robbed her of the ability of answering him by pulling them even tighter and then shaking it from side to side. Her clit and the sensitive lips of her sex were electrified by the move and Bailey had to brace her hands on the car to st
ay upright. God, if he kept that up she was going to come right here in the parking lot.
“Answer me, Bailey.” He repeated in a voice even lower and more desire laden than before. “Or I’ll stop.” And then he did. The beast.
“Yes.” Bailey managed to gasp. “Yes, Sir. I like it.” And with her hands still braced on the car she arched her ass back toward him, silently begging for more. “I like it very much.”
His dark chuckle was the sexiest thing she thought she’d ever heard. “I’m glad to hear that.” He told her and gave her a couple sharp tugs that had her shooting right back to her tiptoes again. “But, since we do have reservations, I think that’s enough for now.” Nate slowly dropped into a squat behind her and Bailey had to swallow as another blast of desire washed over her body like a heat wave when she felt his warm breath on the exposed curves of her butt cheeks.
“Let’s just take care of the wedgie issue shall we?” He said. Then he slipped one finger from each hand under the edge of trapped material at the top of her ass and, slowly, so very slowly, he glided them down and over the curves. As the stretchy lace was freed, it was almost like an orgasm in slow motion. “Fucking nice.” Came his reverent murmur as he adjusted the panties just so until the ‘cheekies’ were back where they belonged.