Britt’s pulse pounded. She shot to her feet. The more Lexi revealed, the tighter the noose got around Diego’s neck. And the more foolish she felt. She flexed her fingers and asked, “So then he blackmailed you back?”
“Yep, the jerk.” She stared up at Brit, her eyes narrowed. “And he had me good. He might as well’ve dumped me in a vat of wet concrete as much as I was stuck between a rock a damn hard spot.”
“What happened?” I swear, Diego, you’re dead.
“First of all, the bastard knew I couldn’t tell you he’d seen your pictures. See, if I told you, I’d also have to admit I’d fucked up by giving out your pictures to him in the first place. Then he compounded it by reminding me that if I told you I knew he’d had the snapshots, he threatened to inform Stan that I’d developed your film at the shop for free. Which, of course, is what I did and is against store policy massive-time. Not to mention cause for a manager to call in the law if they choose to. Britt, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t afford to lose my job. I just hoped my ass off that one of you would dump the other before anything even became an issue. Though I suppose seeing that look between you two that first night in the store, I should have known better.”
How could she have been such a fool last night?
“He’s going to get dumped all right.” All sorts of murderous scenes flashed through her mind. She flexed her fingers, fisted them so tight, her fingernails cut through the skin of her palms. “Real good.”
Lexi leaped to her feet, her eyes glazed with vengeance. “Ah, now that’s the spirit. What can I do to help?”
“Oh no. This is going to be all mine.” Britt stood there, the tears drying even as she pictured Diego tied to a chair—to anything. Yes, if her plan worked, it would be satisfying revenge. She shook her head. Never mind the pain of walking away and giving up on love. She would just have to let time heal her torn heart. Besides, how can love be real when it’s bound tight with all those lies?
* * * * *
Diego punched numbers on the calculator. The customer buzzer sounded and the glass door out in the reception area swung wide. His initial reaction came as annoyance.
But the woman standing on the threshold proved to be an angel. Diego’s heart did a trip and stutter. His libido kicked into high gear, sending a zap to his cock.
Britt stood there gripping the door handle, feet planted apart, long, loose tresses fluttering in the breeze. It made him think of Superwoman, her cape flapping behind her just before pursuing and conquering her enemy. When her gaze met his, her pink-painted mouth curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. As she glided forward, he noted an odd gleam in them, how they glittered similar to dew on grass in the moonlight. Something extra shimmered there, confidence, sassiness, dominance perhaps? Or was it anger?
Distracted by the stunning picture she made, the question didn’t quite receive the attention it warranted. He scanned her body, his hungry stare taking in every curvy detail. She wore a tiny pink top with straps, and it did little to hide the swell of her jiggling, braless breasts. He rubbed his palms over his thighs to soothe the itch to cup the soft flesh. His gaze moved down to her abdomen and he praised god for tight, short little tanks. It rode up so that he got a glimpse of the tanned, flat plane of her belly. Diego could well remember the silkiness of that skin, the sensation of dipping a finger or his tongue into that deep navel.
Into her tasty pussy.
“Wow.” He let out a low whistle, shook his head. “Baby, you look dazzling.”
Low-riding, cropped white pants, the hem snug around midcalf, drew his eye to that nice V between her legs. Her hips swayed as she approached, and he got a fleeting image of the tigress on the runway marking her territory.
“Hello there, Diego.” The purr of her voice confirmed the cat in her had emerged. His mouth went dry. He held his breath, waiting, wondering to what he owed this pleasant surprise.
“Hello back.” He lounged in his chair, tried to relax. “Mmmm, I must say, you’re looking mighty pretty in pink today. Uh, make that melt-in-my-mouth-like-cotton-candy pretty in pink. Because damn, you sure do look good enough to eat.”
“Thanks, in spite of that greasy shirt, you’re not looking too bad yourself.” She stepped up to the desk, curled her long pink-tipped fingers over the corner. Leaning forward, she snared his eyes with hers and asked, “How about going for a ride?”
Her sweet fragrance wafted across the space to tease his senses. He could recall the heady sensation of burying his face in her thick mane and inhaling her into his soul while he spilled his cum into her pussy. It had only been ten hours since he’d last gotten a taste of her, but now that she had every one of his nerves and senses firing, including the big one in his pants, he’d become famished for her.
“A ride?”
She pursed her lips, winked. “Sure. To my place for some afternoon delight, as they call it. So you can do just that. Eat me.”
He coughed, choking on his intended words. Diego got to his feet and recovered as best he could with his jeans choking his cock. “Britt, are you okay?”
Her brow furrowed. “Of course I’m okay. Why do you ask?”
“You’re just…” He stepped around the desk. “You seem edgy, yet an offer like that could only mean one thing.”
She moved in so close the heat from her breasts bathed his ribs. Toying with a button on his shirt, she stuck out her bottom lip. “Edgy? Me? What could I possibly have to be edgy about?”
Diego couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was up. If she’d quit distracting him, he might be able to figure it out. Her hands slid up and around his neck. She rose on tiptoe and ground her breasts into his chest.
“I uh, don’t know.”
“Come on,” she whispered huskily, clamping his bottom lip between her teeth. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“I-I don’t know, I—” He broke off when she cupped his hard-on. “Jesus, Britt. You want the shop guys to see you?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve taught me?” She kissed his neck, his collarbone, and it sent a surge of fire to his loins. It met with her hand where she stroked him on the outside of his jeans. “To let down my hair and my inhibitions, to get kinky? You know, voyeurism, bondage, spankings, some girl-on-girl action.”
Diego fought for control. If she didn’t stop he’d blow right here and now like some teenaged boy having a wet dream. “Yes goddamn it, but— Aw shit.” Her hand slipped inside his pants. A soft palm closed around his shaft. He panted. “Britt, please…”
“Answer me, then. Wanna go for a ride or not?”
“Yes, of course I do, but—”
She swirled her thumb around the sensitive rim of the corona and drew a hiss from him. He swore his balls almost exploded.
“You’re the boss, the ‘Master’, right?”
“Yes, you know I am.”
“Then go tell them you’re clocking out.”
He sighed and closed his palm around her arm. Drawing her hand out of his pants, he growled, “Like this?”
She giggled and allowed him to yank her arm behind her back. “Sure, why not? All you men have hard-ons, right? So what’s the big deal?”
Motherfucker, to hear such naughty words tumbling from her pink lips. Standing here in his office with her while Keith and Lloyd shifted glances through the shop window made Diego crazy with lust and jealousy at the same time. Hell, their damn tongues practically hung to their cocks. “What’s gotten into you today?”
Britt broke free, slid her arms around his torso and snuggled close, close enough to rub her belly against his erection and start the process all over again. “I guess you did get into me. Literally.” Laughing at her own joke, she added, “You started it, now I’m going to end it.”
“End it?”
She shrugged. Her eyelids batted at him while she reached down and cupped his cock again. “I’m hot and horny for you. I need your shaft inside me. I need to come again.”
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��Jesus,” he groaned. He flicked a look through the window and caught Keith’s gawking stare. He jammed a thumb toward the door and mouthed, “I’m leaving.”
Keith nodded with a sly grin and waved at Diego.
She reached for his hand and tugged him toward the door. “You coming or not?”
Diego tried to shake the cloud of lust from his head. “Whew. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I already have.”
Chapter Fourteen
Britt had the stage already set. She’d borrowed the very chair and handcuffs Lexi had used in the photo shoot. The chair sat in the middle of Britt’s bedroom at the foot of the bed. The cuffs and a short rope were tucked under her pillow.
“Please, sit down,” she said to Diego when they entered her room.
“Sit down?” His gaze cut to the chair. She saw the confusion cross his face, and then the suspicion. It made her long to throw her head back and cackle. “Why?”
“I have a surprise for you. I need you to sit.”
“Mm, I love surprises,” he murmured, and she noted the exact moment lust overrode the wariness. As a result, the fool sat down just as she hoped he would.
“Oh, me too. Me too.” His back faced her as she crossed to the head of the bed. “Now close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise for you.”
From her place in the room, she could just barely see his profile in her dresser mirror. He closed his eyes as she drew the cuffs and rope from beneath the pillow. “Now, don’t open them until I tell you to, okay?”
“You got it, doll. But hurry, my cock is getting so hard, it’s about to rip the seams on my jeans.”
You’re going to get ripped, all right.
She chuckled low and throaty, the sentiment of laughter feeling hollow in her chest. “Good, good. That’s just the way I want you, hard and ready.” She squatted behind the chair and slid the rope around the back frame, knotting it so it made a taut loop just behind his ass. She chattered to him about how horny she was, about how she couldn’t wait for him to see what she had for him. As quietly as she could, she anchored the chain of the cuffs around the rope, drowning sounds out with her voice and coughing. She let it dangle from the back of the chair, each hoop open and ready to snap shut.
Now to get him buttered up so she could secure him in place. She set her hands on his shoulders and rubbed. “There, now doesn’t that feel good? Just relax, take a load off. And keep your eyes shut.”
“Ah,” he sighed, his head falling back to rest against her belly. “I’ll take a load off all right. But you better hurry it up before I explode.”
She smiled, her hands moving lower. Hard biceps filled her palms, flexing even in his state of relaxation. She tried to ignore the warmth of his body against her, the scent of motor oil mixed with deodorant soap. Her eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as she tamped down the traitorous desire that started to smolder in her pussy. Moisture spilled out onto her panties, and her cunt throbbed despite the fact she wouldn’t be giving herself what her body begged for.
Her body may have another agenda, but revenge and answers were all she sought.
From behind, she reached around, unbuttoned his shop shirt and pushed aside the fabric. To continue the seduction, she raked her fingers down over the tight chest. Sparse hairs and his knotted nipples teased her flesh. She bit back a groan, clamping her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Here, reach behind you so I can pull your shirt off.” She guided his arms around. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered when he obeyed.
“Britt, please…” He panted, and she noticed a fine sheen of perspiration had started to form on his back. Her plan moved along just perfectly. Soon, she’d have her answers and reap the satisfying reward of paybacks.
“Shh, shh,” she cooed. She slid her hands down his forearms, guiding his wrists into position. To distract him from the initial cold of the cuffs, she whispered sexy words in his ear while nibbling on his earlobe.
He groaned, basking in the unexpected “afternoon delight” he thought he’d be getting. “God, you’re so sexy and—”
Click.
Click.
Both cuff hoops now held him secured to the rope and chair. Britt knew what it felt like to be in this position, and even with her agenda, she couldn’t stave off the charge it gave her to see him this way, to be in complete control for once.
She watched over his shoulder as his eyelids flew open. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck, you ask?” Britt took a deep breath, calming the reluctant lust that coiled in her groin. She had to focus and get this matter behind her. Strolling around to face him, she ground out, “Well, Diego Mansini, I ask the same thing of you.”
Anger snapped off in his eyes reminding her of tiny little firecrackers. He struggled against the cuffs, rocking the chair beneath him. “What—what are you talking about? What the hell is this all about?”
Amusement eased away some of the fury she’d been holding in check. Dang, but he looked so hot thrashing in that seat with his shirt gaping open and his hair hanging long around his shoulders. Her gaze traveled over the rippled abdomen, the tight pectorals. Britt’s mouth watered and she longed to taste one of his hardened nipples. His skin flushed with his newfound ire, and it only made him look more devastating, more irresistible.
But she had to stay in control. Glancing away to ease the throbbing in her cunt, she warned, “Careful, you’ll tip yourself over, and I’m not strong enough to sit you back up.”
He growled at her, reminding her of a caged wolf. “Goddamn it, what the hell’s going on here?”
She clamped her teeth together and disrobed like a stripper, a seduction of pure malice since she didn’t intend to give him anything. She wanted to tease, to show him just what he’d given up by betraying her.
“You’re going to tell me the truth. All of it.” She locked her gaze on his and closed her palms over her breasts.
His gaze dropped to watch her hands. But it popped back up to snare her with a mixture of confusion and desire. “Excuse me?”
Diego’s erection strained against his jeans, the spongy head peeping over the waistband and belt. Britt longed to taste it, but instead she stepped forward, knelt before him and released the beast from its cage.
“You saw the pictures, right, just like you admitted to me?” Without waiting for him to answer, she bent and swiped her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip.
He hissed in a breath, his head falling back.
She told herself it was to keep him under her spell, to exact her revenge and to wring answers from him. She didn’t yearn to taste him, to take his cock in her mouth after he’d screwed her over. No, she didn’t—did she?
“Ah, the pictures.”
His voice came out strained and he groaned when she slid her mouth over his girth and took him deep into her throat. He bucked up, his thigh muscles flexing against denim.
Britt tasted the salty flavor of satin over steel. Her pussy throbbed, spilling cream down her inner thighs. She gripped the base of his rod and pulled back, deep-throating him again. It made her moan, made her canal clench in protest. Her tongue swirled around the circumference of the head, tasting the bitter drop of pre-cum oozing from his slit. She inhaled, attempting to calm her libido, but instead drew in his spicy scent of arousal and clean sweat, which in turn added to the allure.
In spite of what he’d done to her, she hungered for him, needed him in her life. The insight of it tore at her self-worth and tears stung her eyes. She still wanted him, she realized, even though he’d betrayed her, even though he’d succeeded in drawing her into his dark and naughty world, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about getting out.
No, Britt wasn’t dumping him. Oh, it had been her full intention after Lexi’s revelations, but it had taken just one look at him sitting there behind that reception desk in his shop, and she’d lost the control of just seconds prior. She knew now she was punishing him so they could put it behind them and move on wit
h their addictive relationship.
After he strained for several minutes as she worked up a quicker rhythm on his cock, he seemed to harness some control. His body relaxed, though she could sense he bordered on losing it.
“So Lexi told you she gave me the wrong pictures, I take it? But I already told you that.”
The bite of resentment in his tone caused her to lift her head. The pop of releasing his cock from her lips resounded in the quiet room. “Yes, and she thinks you sent them in to the magazine.”
He looked down at her, rage and lust mixing to make a potent conglomeration in his eyes. “I told you that already too. I did not submit them to the magazine.” He punctuated his words with an angry yank of the cuffs.
Britt rose and towered over him, thrusting her breasts out, spreading her legs before him so he had no choice but to study her moist labia. “Then how did they get there?”
Through his teeth, he bit out, “I don’t know, goddamn it. And I already promised you I’d find the bastard who did this to you, to your career. You’ve tied the wrong person up to the wrong chair.”
Wow, he looked so good, so alpha sitting there like that, despite his bound position. He glared up at her with an almost convincing righteousness and it made her want him all the more. Her gaze traveled down the rippled belly and back up along the jutting, swollen penis, the length still glistening with her saliva. The taste of him still burned on her tongue, making her long to take more, to take him into her core. All she could think of was getting that huge rod inside her, of dancing on him like the whore Carolyn accused her of being. But she still needed answers, so she forced herself to concentrate on her goal, to get the truth from him by seduction.
She stepped forward and straddled the chair on either side of his thighs. Her hands gripped his shoulders.
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