Hidden Pleasures #5: Teased (3 page)

Didn’t matter. She’d be begging him soon.

Luis leaned down and licked her pussy from bottom to top. He slapped her inner thigh hard and gripped the flesh, smiling against her cunt when she bucked her hips. It wouldn’t take much effort to make her come all over his face.

He shoved his tongue inside her and fucked her with it, rubbing her clit with his thumb. The tight muscles in her pussy twitched, and she fucked his face, right on the edge of orgasm.

So he stopped and stepped back.

His cock fucking ached, but this was punishment. Having her give him a blow job was tempting, but with as much as she enjoyed sucking dick, the act would be too close to a reward.

Instead, he shoved his boxers down over his hips and widened his stance. She stared at his erection.

He smeared his hand across her pussy, got it good and lubed, and gripped the base of his cock. Ronnie kept her eyes trained right where he wanted them: on his hand. The friction as he pumped up and down felt great, but her watching him jerk off was even better. He cupped his balls with his free hand and massaged them. Harder. Faster.

Working his shaft hard, he slid palm up and down, and imagined her tight little cunt wrapped around him instead of his hand. “Ronnie, I’m imagining being inside you right now. Fucking you hard, giving you every inch of my thick cock. Ramming it deep, until it hits the end of your pussy, and you can’t even breathe because I’m fucking you so hard. I can feel your muscles jerking around me, grabbing at my dick...mmm...I bet if you imagine it, you can feel it too, can’t you.”

She licked her lips, and more cum trickled out of her pussy. So fucking wet. All that hot pussy waiting for him to slide his cock in.

“Sir, please.”

“I would wrap your thighs around my hips, and grind up against that hard little clit.”

Her hand drifted toward her cunt.

“Don’t even think about it, sub. No touching. Just watch.”

She whimpered, her nipples hard as hell, pussy so wet it glistened under the lights. Her attentions centered on his cock, and he got even harder.

“Mmm,
sí
, right now I’d be pumping right over your G-spot and pinching your clit so you’d be screaming and bucking your hips, fucking me with that sweet pussy.” He lost his rhythm, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. The pleasure spread through him and settled into his balls with the force of a lightning strike. Ropes of cum shot out in four hard jerks and landed on his abdomen and hand, spattered the floor.

Ronnie wet her lips, her pupils huge and dilated. Frown lines creased her forehead. “Why didn’t you let me touch you?”

“You don’t get to come until I say so. We are going to play until I say we’re done.” He strode to the sink, washed his hands, and grabbed a kitchen towel to wipe up his stomach. “Get dressed. I’ll take you to work.”

“But why?” The deepest pout he’d never seen on her pushed her lip out. He jerked his boxers up over his hips and raised his eyebrow.

“Because I said so.”
Dios
, he loved being the Dom. “You were in such a hurry to go to work. Stand up, put your panties on, and get dressed. Now. Or I can give you a spanking, and send you to work with a throbbing clit and a sore ass.”

Total and complete aggravation and lust chased across her features. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it again, and got to her feet.

Damn, he’d been hoping she’d lose it and make another misstep.

She towed the underwear up and over her hips, wriggling around to get comfortable with the vibe nestled between her pussy lips. The black panties on her pale skin created a perfect frame for her full ass and hips.

“You swore at me, and threw the new toy Gavin and I bought you. It wasn’t very nice.” In the midst of snapping her bra, she paused and peeked at him from under her lashes.

“I’m sorry Sir.”

Her tone was contrite, but he couldn’t let her off that easy. Besides, a punishment meant fun for everyone. Eventually.

“Too late for apologies.” He picked up the cordless remote and clicked the power button twice, hiding a grin when she twitched as the vibe started against her clit. “I want you to think really hard about your actions and their consequences.”

Ronnie

“I
can’t...I—” A wave of pleasure surged through her, and she clenched her fists. One second more and she’d come so hard she wouldn’t be able to see.

Luis pressed a button on the remote and the power in the vibrator dialed down. “Get dressed. Don’t want to be late.”

Oh fuck. He wanted her to go to work like this? Wearing this thing? After he’d eaten her pussy until he’d pushed her to the edge of orgasm and left her wanting. Then he masturbated in front of her and kept her from touching him. Dirty talking mother effer. All that was bad enough. But now, he was going to force her to go to work with a vibrator in her panties.

A vibrator with a remote
fucking
control. He owned his own business. Technically, he didn’t have to go in unless he felt like it. How long would the batteries last on the thing? What if he sat at a table and drank coffee, watched her work, and randomly switched it on and off?

“Sir, please. I can’t wear this to work.” The low, slight tremors emanating from the slender toy were almost ignorable. Almost, but not quite.

Luis prowled closer, until he loomed over her. Cold, hard, relentless eyes stared down at her. She cringed and didn’t know what to do, how to appease the displeasure reflected back at her.

Ugh. Maybe if she begged? God, what the hell was she doing? Even considering ....but she’d do it, if it got her out of wearing the vibe.

Slow and excruciating, she sank to her knees on the cold tile. The neutral brown and white granite filled her vision. Wetness gushed from her pussy. “Please Master, don’t make me wear this to work. Please.”

Warm fingers slid into her hair, mussing up her ponytail. He gripped the tresses in one hand and tipped her head back until she met his gaze. “You will wear it.”

Her safe word perched on the tip of her tongue, but as Gavin and Luis drew her deeper into the world of dominance and submission, they’d taught her about using her safe word only when something was unbearable.

And even then, more often than not they discussed the situation that scared her, and reassured her past her fears.

If she safe worded over this tiny vibrator in her panties, Luis would have every right to call her out for it. A huge part of their relationship worked because she needed his dominance and control. Gavin’s as well.

“Mother fucker,” she whispered.

A dark grin flashed across his face. “What was that?”

“Yes Sir.” The cocky, arrogant, dickhead had her right where he wanted her. “May I finish getting dressed now Sir?”

The vibrator stopped buzzing. “Yes, you may. Don’t want you to be too late for work. I’ll call your boss while you get dressed.”

She got to her feet, already shaking her head. “That’s not neces—” She caught his gaze and almost rolled her eyes. Almost. He wanted to play this little game all day, well that was fine. “Thank you Sir.”

But later on they’d discuss her job again. He wasn’t going to control every aspect of her life. The pushy know –it–all. She’d heard of 24/7 relationships, and there was no way in hell she wanted to live that way.

It was probably why she’d been digging her heels in so hard about not moving in and keeping her job at the coffee shop. If she let Luis have it, he’d take everything.

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T
he car ride to work left her on edge. Luis tucked the remote into his right pocket, and she found it almost impossible to avoid staring. He never turned it on, but she knew he would. The anxiety and anticipation of when he would knotted her stomach.

“I think I need to hire a new caterer for the club. Do you have any connections?”

“Hmm?” She’d been busy chasing thoughts and worries over what would happen at work. Every shift in her seat, each tiny bump or pot hole they drove over pressed the vibe into her clit. There’d be a wet spot seeping through her pants if this kept up.

He slanted a sideways glance at her, his lips curled up in smirk. “Catering. I think we need a new one at the club.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Having a topic to focus on instead of whether or not he’d make her come in front of a customer was welcome. “I think you should look for someone who has a smaller operation. Someone looking to grow their business that might be willing to work on pricing and special menus with you.”

She sat up higher in her seat, excited and interested in helping him solve the problem. The food at the club events had been rather disappointing. Hidden Pleasures was run more like an upscale private club rather than a bar. Luis was working to change the clientele and atmosphere into something more posh and sophisticated. A good spread of food would be a step in the right direction.

“I think having an onsite kitchen would be more of a pain in the ass than having it catered, don’t you? Maybe just upgrade the refrigerators into those big industrial kind so that a caterer has lots of room to store food that’s been arranged.”

Luis gifted her with a full-blown  grin and pulled her fingers to his mouth to kiss the tips. “I already ordered some. And I agree about having a real kitchen. Too much overhead with staff and licensing. Do you know any caterers?”

They rolled to a stop in a parking space outside the coffee shop, and she waited for Luis to open her door. It had taken her a long time to get used to the little things he did for her, opening doors and guiding her by the elbow. The chivalry was more than just charming to her. She felt cherished and respected by the way he made sure to consider her needs.

“You know, I don’t know that I know anyone, but I bet Shea does. She took a new job working with a wedding coordinator and helps line up all sorts of services and things.”

Thank God it was a weekday. The store was largely empty. Perhaps Heather wouldn’t be too pissed off at her for being a half-hour late.

“Do you mind calling Shea and seeing if she has any contacts?” He held the door for her and placed on hand on her lower back as they paced to the counter area.

She stopped at the door to the area behind the counter. The portal opened into a storage area/employee break room and reached for the knob. Luis diverted her with one smooth move. “Yeah, I’ll call Shea as soon as I’m off for the night.”

Heather, the shift manager waved to her, a smile on her friendly face. The petite Asian woman had dyed turquoise streaks into her hair. A tiny stud in her left nostril glinted under the lights.

“Hey Heather, sorry I’m late. Love the hair.”

Heather leaned over the counter and craned her neck to see them. “No probs. Luis called and let me know you were running behind this morning. He said you were having some laundry issues.”

Heat lit into her cheeks at the mention of laundry. The fucker had a way with words didn’t he. “Oh, yeah, I forgot about some I’d left in the washer.”

Luis coughed. She turned toward him in a quick spin and let her purse smack him in the stomach. Teach him to laugh about what he’d been doing this morning in the kitchen.

His eyes narrowed and she almost peed her pants. Uh oh. Change of subject pronto. “Are you going to pick me up later?”

A click sounded, and he swung the door open. “No need to worry
gatita
. I’ll be here to take you home. You’re only working a partial shift anyway. Perhaps I should just stick around and make myself comfortable in one of the booths.”

Oh no.
She took the asylum offered by the open door and shot through it, away from Luis and his damn innuendos and secret threats.

“Heather, would you mind making me some coffee? I’ve brought some work with me and am going to get some things done here. I’m far behind on some accounting issues, and my normal routines aren’t helping me stay focused.” His dark eyes glittered, and he stared right at Ronnie. “Sometimes a change of pace can really help push you over the edge and help you reach completion.”

Completion?

Fucked. Totally and completely fucked. She was so fucked right now. Shit.

If he stayed...how much was he going to be playing with the remote control secreted away in his pocket?

The answer came before the door latched behind her. The vibe started up on the low, almost imperceptible buzz, and she clenched her thighs together against it.

Bad move. Bad. Flexing her thighs put the device tighter to her clit.

Heather ducked back around the corner as she stowed her purse. “Hey, Luis is really hot. How’d you meet him?”

“Ah...” Man, what did she say? The vibe got stronger, and she whimpered. “A friend introduced us.”

Close enough. Not like she could say her roommate brought him home and blew him, and then he’d come looking for her.

She’d do it over again a million times though.

“Cool. I’ve gotten all my best hook-ups that way. Listen, we won’t need you on Wednesday or Thursday this week. I’m really sorry, but things are too slow with all that construction blocking most of the lanes in the road. I have to cut everyone back, and I’m trying to do it evenly.” A sympathetic frown turned Heather’s mouth down. “But at least you’re going back to college in a few months anyway right? Law school?”

“Yeah. It’s cool.” The knowledge wasn’t cool at all, but Heather didn’t have any control over things like poor business. Especially with the road construction. The project was supposed to be completed over two months ago, and it kept getting dragged out.

That didn’t solve the problem of her paycheck being too tiny to pay her bills or her student loans. Although if she went back to school, she could defer her payments again.

Heather returned back to the counter, and she sighed. Looked like it was time to start combing the help-wanted ads.

Unless she wanted to move in with her Doms and take a job with Luis. Damn it. But that’d leave Shea high and dry without someone to cover her half of the rent.

If she dared mention that as an obstacle, Gavin and Luis would whip out their wallets and pay her half without blinking.