Beautiful Will Do

by Cadence Vonn

  Later that day, Veronica examined herself in the mirror and wondered if she had the nerve to be seen in this dress. What had Agnes been thinking? The flimsy black material floated over her body and draped her curves like the sexy satin dresses of the twenties, except much shorter. She wondered if the older woman considered the fact that a woman couldn’t wear underwear with dresses like this one. Even the small string of a thong would be visible on her hip. Fortunately, the dress flared at the waist so it wouldn’t cling to her bottom and show everything, including her small raised birthmark on her lower left cheek.

  A vision of Tyler stroking her ass made her wonder if he’d noticed the mark. She closed her eyes and wished he were standing in front of her, running his hands over her barely covered breasts on their way down to lift the hem and discover her sans panties and bare. Shit. She groaned as she turned from the mirror. Many nights, she wanted to go looking for him at the club. But her fear of rejection or seeing him with another woman kept her home.

  She slapped her cheek. “Snap out of it girl. He’s gone.” She grabbed her mask and answered the knock on her door.

  Harrison stood frozen. “Agnes bought that dress?” He whistled as Veronica turned to show him all sides.

  “I can’t believe it either. The woman must be getting senile. Maybe I should put on something else.”

  “You don’t have time. And don’t worry, with your mask on, no one will know you.” He gave a laugh as she stuck out her tongue at him and yanked the mask down over her eyes.

  Chapter Eight

  Tyler tried to breathe as the vision in black walked through the door. Even with the satin mask covering half her face, he’d recognize Veronica. The crystals around her green eyes cast sparkles around the room, making her look enchanting, and those perfect red lips were forever etched in his mind. A low growl escaped his mouth as her date placed his hand on her lower back. He wanted her so bad his balls ached. But no way did he deserve her.

  Tyler scanned her body, and his cock hardened like all the other men who drooled over her entrance. Her barely-covered breasts and luscious bottom demanded attention. The man guided her over to an older couple. Both of them appeared shocked. If he read the lady’s hand gestures correctly, she even made some harsh comment about the way Veronica was dressed. That was when those unforgettable red lips sneered at her date, and she hauled him over to a quiet corner so she could yell at him. The man stood and listened to her rant about something and then hightailed it toward the bar.

  It was Tyler’s chance to make a move. He walked up behind her and whispered, “Good evening, Beautiful.”

  She stiffened before she leaned back against his body as if she might faint.

  “If you don’t want a scene, follow me.” He tugged on her arm and led her through the French doors to the terrace.

  She shivered as an evening breeze blew across her bare shoulders. He placed his jacket around her body, and she moved along wrapped in his coat, his arm a protective vise. Her intoxicating scent swirled through the air, and he inhaled. It reminded him of the last night he spent with her. Emotions coursed through his body, remembering how she gave him her body to enjoy. Maybe she had some feelings for him. He couldn’t believe she was in his arms.

  God, he hoped she’d forgive him. They circled the building, descended a flight of flagstone steps through the side garden, and headed toward his car. When he opened the front passenger door, she didn’t hesitate to get in.

  “We need to talk,” he said as he slid behind the wheel. She tossed her mask in the back and turned toward him.

  “Listen…” they both said at once.

  “Go ahead.” Veronica gave him a tentative smile.

  He ran his finger up and down the steering wheel. “I’m not sure where to begin. I’ve thought about you for the last few weeks.” He raked his hand through his hair. “God, you must hate me. The way I treated you.”

  She rested her hand on his arm. “I don’t hate you. I’ve thought so much about you since we parted. We were both doing our job.” She gave a slight shrug. “Somewhere along the way, I discovered I had feelings for you, but didn’t think you’d even take a second look at a woman who used her body to gain information.”

  He played with her fingers and drew them up to his lips. He pressed gentle kisses on her knuckles. “You should hate me for the way I treated you. Do you forgive me for introducing you to Jake? He almost killed you.”

  “That wasn’t your fault. The whole experience made me take a hard look at my life. Did you know I quit the force?”

  “No.” Tyler turned, shocked. “I’ve taken a leave of absence. Do you think there’s a chance we might start over?”

  “Honestly?”

  He nodded.

  “Are you sorry we messed around in the rooms at the club?” She bit her lip.

  “No. I loved every minute of our time together.”

  “Even when Jake was present?”

  “Since we’re speaking honestly, yes.”

  “Me too.” Shyness softened her words.

  “I’m still a member. But I never want to take you there again.”

  “I understand. You can’t be seen with me. Influential men acquainted with your father think I’m a hooker.”

  “That’s not it. I don’t want men drooling over you. Especially in this dress.” He lifted the hem and rubbed the silky material through his fingers. “For the last six months, I’ve been renovating a small house near Cambridge.” He stopped talking, and lines formed on his forehead.

  “You’re frowning. Is there someone there I should know about?”

  “No. I’m single. However, I’ll admit I started to enjoy the kinky side of sex, and, well…” He cleared his throat. “I’ve sort of incorporated a room on the top floor that has the same feel as the first room where we—you know—got together.”

  “Your own private kink room. What type of girlfriend were you looking for?”

  “No type. Just you.”

  She stroked his cheek then kissed him. “I’d like to see this room.”

  “Sweetheart, prepare yourself for a night you’ll never forget.”

  She held up her finger and dialed her phone. “I won’t be back to the party. Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay, actually. I met a friend, and we’re going to get reacquainted,” she said to the person on the other end before she hung up.

  “I’m only a friend?” Tyler’s voice held a note of frustration.

  “I couldn’t tell my brother I met a former lover and was leaving with him.”

  “Your brother?” Tyler frowned. “Your date was your brother?”

  “Yes.”

  “And that angry couple were your parents?”

  “Ah, you saw that exchange. Seems my father bought this dress for someone other than me. I received it in error, and my mother flipped when I arrived in it. As you and everyone else in the place noticed, I couldn’t wear much under it.”

  “Who was the dress meant for?”

  “My father’s assistant.” She arched her brow and smiled when Tyler choked on a laugh.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re in it. I can’t wait to take it off you.”

  “What if I want to be the Dominant?” Her smile teased his gut. He laughed, and she huffed at him.

  “For the first use of the room, I’ll lead. After that, if you behave, I’ll consider letting you try out a few things on me.”

  “Generous of you. I’ll need to get my own supply of instruments.”

  “I’m sure Sonja would love to help you with that. She mentioned you the other day. I think she regrets not getting to know you better.”

  “Really?”

  “She told me if I ever reconnect with you to call her. She’d love to join us some evening.”

  “Do you want her to?”

  “I don’t want another man touching you, but I might consider her.” Tyler pulled out of the parking lot and headed across the river. “Do you want to explore your fantasies?”


  “Did you ever have sex with Sonja?”

  “Yes. She was my trainer.”

  “I see.”

  “Don’t be jealous. There was nothing romantic about the situation. She’s excellent at what she does. Did you like my technique?”

  “Loved it. After the case ended, I scoured the internet for information about Dominant and submissive relationships. I’m not a submissive, but I love the kinky sex. Is that okay with you?”

  “Absolutely. We’ll keep it between us for now. But if you want to experiment with a third person, I might agree to Sonja. For you, not me, that is.”

  She nodded.

  Color blossomed up her neck, and he tickled her warm skin. “Maybe she’ll be joining us sooner rather than later.” He strummed his finger down her cheek and across her hard nipple. “Shit, if these traffic lights don’t go our way, I might lose it in the car.”

  Veronica laughed. The sensation lifted the depressing weight from her chest. Tyler sat next to her. They pulled into a driveway lined with tall shrubs that created a privacy screen from the neighbor’s house. She squeezed her legs together to ebb the tide of lust that coursed through her body. Hadn’t she decided to explore an unorthodox relationship? Secretly, she had wished it might be Tyler as a piece of the puzzle. “I don’t want Sonja to train me. I’m not interested in being a hard-core Dominant or submissive. Maybe more like a lover?” She gazed at him from under her lashes to judge his reaction.

  “I’m sure she’d be more than happy to enjoy your body in a more…hmm…” He raised his eyebrow. “Refined…you get the idea.” He shrugged. “We’d both get to enjoy your cries of pleasure instead of pain.”

  Veronica nodded.

  “Are you saying yes to her joining us under those conditions?” His voice held a lustful note.

  “I suppose I am.”

  He yanked out his phone.

  “Tonight?” Veronica asked.

  “Sonja leaves on the redeye for California.” He gave her a sheepish grin. “We’ll have plenty of time after she leaves. I want you to experience everything you might find enjoyable.”

  “Fine.”

  He hopped out of the car to make the call.

  In his tux, he cut a sexy, dashing figure. Her body vibrated, thinking about running her fingers across his taut abdomen. Tonight would be all about reconnecting and discovering pleasure.

  “Follow me.” Tyler opened her door and took her hand. “Sonja will be here in a few minutes. Why don’t I show you around?” He led her through the different rooms, mostly void of furniture.

  “You’ve done a remarkable job renovating this house.” They stood in the middle of the large kitchen. A black granite slab filled the space. The island looked like an altar to Veronica. She shifted. Her mind kept racing to what-ifs of every room they’d seen. What if Tyler lifted her up and took her on this counter? The cool surface would tease her spine and ass as he mounted her and drove her crazy with his extraordinary cock. She licked her lips, remembering its size.

  “You’re all flushed. What are you thinking about?”

  “Tyler, you’re so obtuse.” Sonja strolled into the kitchen and planted a kiss on Veronica’s lips.

  He chuckled next to them. “Right, Sonja.” He licked the edge of Veronica’s ear and whispered, “I envisioned you stretched out on this island, as well. Your pale skin a contrast to the dark surface.” His hand slid up her dress and squeezed her breast. Sonja remained glued to her mouth, and the woman’s tongue delved into its dark recesses and made her moan.

  “Ah,” Sonja murmured when she finally released Veronica. “I’m anxious, my pet, to see how well you scream for me.” Veronica stiffened. “Ssh, no worries. Tyler told me to be gentle. That’ll be no problem with you. But you will scream. Not from pain, but extreme pleasure.” She reached inside the halter of Veronica’s dress and exposed the breast closest to her. Her nails traced over the nipple, and Veronica shivered.

  “Have you shown her your room?”

  “Not yet. I thought we’d wait for you.”

  “Good.” She picked up her large purse and strode to the stairs. “At the top, we’ll blindfold her before she enters. It’s more fun that way.” She winked at them and strutted up the steps.

  Veronica flexed her fingers. Tyler’s hand pressed against her lower back. His heat seeped through the thin material of her dress. She coughed when it slipped lower and gripped her ass.

  “Oh, baby. I’m rock hard. Sonja kissing you has me crazy. The idea of her head between your legs…ah shit.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his dick. “See what it does.”

  Veronica’s breath hitched. To be honest, after the kiss, she couldn’t wait either. The statuesque redhead waited at the top of the stairs. A velvet mask hung from one finger and a pair of handcuffs from the other.

  “These aren’t regulation cuffs. Tyler forbade me to bring my set. You can release these with a press of this button.” She pointed to the button near the clasp. “I tried to tell him you’d enjoy the other kind, but for the first time, we’ll go with these.”

  Veronica wanted to kiss Tyler for that decision. Maybe in the future she’d agree to a real pair, but for now, these would work.

  Sonja handed the cuffs to Tyler while she slipped the mask over Veronica’s eyes.

  He clasped her wrists behind her back and rested her hands against his hard cock. “Where would you like me to put it tonight?” he growled in her ear.

  She squeezed his erection through the material of his dress pants but remained silent.

  “I’ll take that as an affirmative to anywhere I damn well want it to go.”

  A latch clicked in front of them, and a cool breeze caressed Veronica’s skin.

  “I’m glad you have the air conditioner turned up in here,” Sonja’s said from somewhere ahead.

  Tyler moved Veronica into the room, guiding her to a stop on a soft rug. “Don’t move.” He reached up, and his fingers danced over her bare back until he unhooked the button that held the dress in place. It floated to the floor, and Veronica stiffened. Another set of fingers caressed her now bare mound.

  Sonja purred as she stroked over the smooth skin. “I see you took my advice. You look like Botticelli’s Venus.”

  Tyler disappeared from behind her. Noise like the clatter of gears grinding with chains sounded on one side of the room.

  More material landed at her feet before Sonja stood in front of her again, naked. The woman’s breasts pressed against her own. In heels, she was about as tall as the redhead. Veronica bit her lip. Her chin quivered when Sonja sucked one of her nipples.

  “Such sweet skin. Don’t you think, Tyler?”

  “Very sweet. You two make an erotic picture. I think Veronica is finding it hard to stand,” Tyler commented when her knees shook.

  “There are so many ways I want her tonight, but alas, I don’t have much time. Why don’t you place her on the altar?”

  Veronica stiffened. “She’s teasing you, love. It’s a soft bed.” His words rumbled with pent-up energy as he unhooked one of her wrists and scooped her up. “Relax,” he said as he clipped one wrist to a hook on the wall. He secured her other wrist with a piece of satin rope.

  “Ingenious, Tyler. She’s the perfect height for you to slip behind her.”

  The soft bed dipped near her body, and a moment later, Tyler fit his naked body in the space between her and the wall.

  “You can rest your head back against my shoulder.” He tugged her hair, and she reclined. Every inch of her heated skin touched his hard muscles. Her arms stretched out above their heads, and her ass pressed against his rigid cock. She wiggled to tease him.

  “She’s naughty.” Sonja chuckled. “Make sure she doesn’t wiggle away from my tongue.”

  Tyler gripped Veronica’s thighs. “Spread your legs, Beautiful.”

  “Perfect.” Sonja’s voice grew deeper. Sharp fingernails stroked up Veronica’s legs and over her sensitive flesh. They sent shivers across her bo
dy as if they scratched a chalkboard.

  Warm breath danced over her exposed clit and cooled her damp skin. Her heart raced. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted. The moment Sonja’s tongue licked over her bundle of nerves, electric bolts coursed through her body. Tyler’s fingers moved higher. He opened her up like a sacrificial offering. It gave complete access to the woman between her legs. Strong hands gripped her ankles, forcing her knees to bend, and pushed her legs higher. Oh, God, so exposed. She shook with excitement.

  “Let go, baby,” Tyler whispered in her ear.

  The vision in her head turned her on more than the teasing of her clit. She wanted to see the action, enjoy the red hair moving between her legs. She shifted, trying to arch against the woman’s mouth. Tyler’s cock slipped free.

  “Oh, Tyler, I wish I could have a ride as well, but I need to be going soon,” Sonja cooed.

  Veronica’s throat tightened, and a frustrated sound escaped.

  “Darling,” Sonja mouthed against Veronica’s wet skin, “I’ll finish you off first. Then Tyler can stuff his enormous cock so deep I’ll hear you scream as I’m leaving.” Her tongue went back to teasing Veronica’s engorged knot.

  Tyler found her wet entrance and plunged inside her heat. He pumped hard while Sonja sucked and worked her magic.

  Veronica wanted to slam her body down to make Tyler sink deeper, but he clamped his arms around her and held her tight. She cried out her frustration as they both slowed their pace to tease her.

  “I think she’s ready for you to fuck her hard.”

  The slight bounce of the bed signaled Sonja had gotten up. Fingers played with her nipple as Sonja pinched the hard nub to get her attention.

  “Promise me I can come back another time.” The woman leaned down and kissed Veronica. She tasted her own desire on the woman’s lips. Fuck, she loved this.

  Veronica swallowed and nodded, unable to speak.

  “Good. I’ll bring a present from California. I know a man who makes the most stimulating toys.” Sonja’s fingers traced down Veronica’s abdomen. “I think by the time I return, you won’t be an anal virgin.”