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  But the coming storm erupting out to sea had cleared the area of any passersby for the time being. She had no excuse not to embark on this new journey. With the exception of catalog shoots, the idea of parading around in nothing but her panties outdoors for the first time in her life sent her pulse into a rhythm she couldn’t slow down.

  In truth though, she wanted the fast ride he offered, and being in her panties would somehow be way different than her bikini, like at the rally.

  And she was dying to experience that difference.

  She stood and pushed the pants down her legs. The cool but muggy air caressed her body and sent prickly goose bumps across her skin. Britt heard the slight intake of breath from him and knew a moment of victory she hadn’t expected. The touch of his gaze moved over her like a lover’s practiced hand.

  She stepped out of the pants, but she paused when he said, “The panties, shirt and bra too.”

  Her gaze snapped to his. “What?”

  “You heard me. Take it all off.”

  When she hesitated, he stood and towered over her. With his gaze drilling into hers, he lifted her shirt over her head. Her nipples hardened against her bra, though she realized it had nothing to do with her flesh being exposed to the breeze. His stare dipped and took in the white lacy garment and matching panties. But he didn’t touch her. His eyes did that for him, and she felt them as if his hot palms grazed every inch of her breasts and hips.

  “You’re sinfully gorgeous,” he rasped. “And god, I can’t wait to get inside you.”

  Britt stifled a groan of pleasure mixed with shock. Her new wayward sex drive took over again. She remembered his huge jutting cock, the way it had poised over her pussy that night, threatening to plunge into her and fill her up. His words and the wicked memories were the equivalent of his silky tongue swiping across her clitoris. It engorged and ached with the need to be touched, licked again.

  “The panties and bra too. Get rid of them.”

  Her pulse galloped out of control. Excitement made her hands tremble as she obeyed, leaving herself standing nude before him, the early evening moonlight bathing her flesh in a warm glow. Or could that be the glowing expression on his face making her skin smolder?

  “Sit down and straddle it,” he ordered, his voice thick and harsh.

  She gulped. “The chair?”

  “The chair. Now.”

  She knew she’d comply and find some sort of sick thrill in her abandon despite the fact she had photo-shoot déjà vu.

  Don’t think of that, just don’t. It’s all a coincidence. Just focus on him.

  Then a shocking thought occurred to her.

  Deep down, did she hope he had gotten a hold of the pictures somehow? Was she getting off on the absurdness of it, of waiting to see which pose he’d enact next, and salivating at the idea that she could seduce him and control him through those racy snapshots?

  Maybe she pretended he’d seen them and she used the idea of it as her own secret foreplay. Some sort of bizarre scenario she’d made up because it turned her on so damn much.

  Holy shit. Had she gone crazy?

  She looked into his eyes and saw the starkness of his raw need. She even saw her own reckless desire reflected there and a shudder rippled through her center.

  Yep, she’d gone completely nuts—nuts about him, in fact, and at this moment she didn’t care about the pictures.

  She just wanted him, here and now.

  So she surrendered to the insanity and sat down.

  The cool vinyl of the seat cushion made her shiver, but it soon warmed, and the naughty sensation of her naked labia dragging over the smooth surface tore a whimper from deep in her throat. His hooded gaze assessed her spread legs through the open back of the chair wedged between her thighs. An animal gleam lit his eyes. He licked his lips when he caught sight of her naked pussy, and by the slam of desire that hit her, she could have sworn his tongue had just delved between her legs. With the moon in the twilight sky behind him, she expected him to throw his head back and howl before pouncing on her. But instead, he reached in his pocket and drew out a key, set it on the table just out of her reach.

  “Hold one wrist below the backrest panel, and one above it.”

  Britt’s heart raced as she held out her arms for him. The handcuffs clicked and settled cold and hard around her wrists. There’d been only one other time in her life where she’d been in this position and—

  Oh god, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe she shouldn’t be putting her pussy ahead of her brains.

  He grazed a finger around her cunt opening then licked her cream off. “Mmmm. Delicious.”

  She couldn’t suppress the whimper, or the fire that blazed in her pussy.

  Screw it. The pictures are burned, long gone. And wow, is this ever a turn-on no matter what my brain thinks.

  Besides, this time there were no cameras. This was for real. Her throbbing cunt told her so. There would be no staging a photo shoot, no arranging and rearranging body parts or fanning her hair across her face to place her in the shadows of obscurity. The hot photography lights had been replaced by dusk and the winds of an offshore storm. The onlooker wasn’t her best friend with an eye for art and business, but a man intent on ravishing her his way, on his turf.

  He stepped back and stared at her. “So fucking hot.”

  She realized at that moment in the way he studied her, that the camera lens had become his eyes. It seemed he etched her image in his thoughts and clicked the shutter of his mind’s camera lens.

  Again, curiosity overtook her about whether or not he’d seen the pictures. So she could either play the submissive captive under the assumption he hadn’t seen them, or she could “work it” the way she had for Lexi’s camera and seduce the seducer.

  Whorls of excitement gathered in her lower belly. Her pussy and clitoris engorged and the heavy heat and dampness made her squirm on the seat.

  So seducing the seducer it is. Maybe that’s why I chose modeling.

  Diego glanced away. She could sense the inner battle by the jerky stares, the hesitation in his movements. Was he about to say something to her?

  She’d never know because he turned and headed toward the grill.

  “Wait. Where are you going?”

  “To get your dinner,” he threw over his shoulder.

  “So you’re just going to walk away and leave me here like this, naked and chained to a chair?” She eyed the just-out-of-reach key and fought to suppress the subtle panic that bubbled inside her. Focus, tempt, control him. She tamped it down by squeezing her upper arms together so her breasts were shoved up, then she threw in what she hoped to be a sexy pout.

  It worked.

  His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Christ almighty,” he muttered. He dragged his stare away, raised the grill lid then scooped the meat onto a platter before shutting off the dials. “I’ll never leave you, babe. I’m going to feed you first…before I eat.”

  The innuendo in his statement made her eyelids flutter with the mental pictures it conjured. They were in a battle of wills, of who would dominate and who would submit.

  And she loved the hell out of it.

  She gulped in quick gasps, catching the delicate fragrance of tropical blooms. Oh yes, she knew he intended to consume her by the end of the night. But she would have him eating out of her hand instead. Or should she make that her pussy? She gave herself a mental snort of self-humor.

  While the clouds remained on the horizon, stars broke through the darkening sky above. In the distance she heard the chirp of insects and the race of a boat’s engine. Just knowing someone could pass by in a vessel, or take a stroll up the beach and see her in the nude, forced a trickle of cream from her slit.

  What a nefarious man. He sauntered over and set the plate on the picnic table next to the chair he’d chained her to. She caught the warm aroma of juicy meat and her stomach growled in protest.

  “Hungry?” He arched a brow and busied himself preparing tw
o burgers.

  She nodded, unsure what would happen next, loving the suspense. “Very.”

  “Ketchup, barbeque sauce, mustard, onions? What’s your preference, babe?” He squirted ketchup and mayo on one patty, squashed a bun on top of it.

  “Barbeque sauce, please.”

  “Ah, the obedient one requests it spicy.”

  She knew where he was going with this and it sent a charge through her. Britt inhaled and gathered her bravery. “The spicier the better.”

  “Mmmm, I like it.” Diego sat on the picnic bench next to her chair. He poured sauce on a second burger, set it on a plate with the other and added a handful of potato wedges, a scoop of salad and Doritos.

  She couldn’t help it. Her gaze slid down to his crotch. The erection that strained under his jeans made her mouth water. She knew that shaft would be inside her in minutes, and there could be no mistaking his intentions or the meal of seduction he wove around her. Oh, she wasn’t exactly sure what he intended to do with her, but she had a very good idea considering being cuffed to a chair and at his mercy for food and sexual satisfaction.

  Still, she would be running this show.

  Diego pinched off a bit of the burger and held it up to her lips. “Eat. You’re going to need your strength the rest of the night.”

  She didn’t know which hunger prevailed, the one that caused her stomach to growl or the one in her cunt making it ache and dampen. To test the waters, she parted her lips and allowed him to push the food between her teeth. The tender, warm meat all but melted on her tongue. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of bliss.

  “Oh that’s so good.” Yes, the food hunger had won out. For now. “You do know how to grill meat.”

  He snorted and eyed her reaction with a gleam of restraint, but responded by saying, “I know how to do lots of things with meat.”

  Her pulse thudded hot and heavy. Their eyes locked, held. No. Wait. Her pussy hunger just pulled ahead. The sexual tension that vibrated in the air between them fed her courage so much that she couldn’t believe the things that started to slip from between her lips.

  Her stare fell back down to his crotch. “I…I’m counting on it.”

  He swallowed hard and tore off a morsel of thick burger. He popped it in his mouth, his gaze never leaving hers. “Baby, you’re ruining it for me. I’m supposed to be dominating you.”

  “Sorry,” she said with the sweetest tone she could muster.

  “No problem.” His lips twitched. His gaze shifted to her wrists while he licked the sauce from his fingers. “Because I think based on what I see, I’m the one still in control.”

  True, but not for long. For now, Britt reveled in her new lack of inhibitions she’d never experienced with any other man. She jangled the cuffs, accepted a bite of salad. “And what do you plan to do with me? Just leave me sitting here to be struck by lightning?”

  He tipped the glass of wine so she could take a drink. It slid tart and sweet down her throat. Her head began to spin, though she wasn’t sure if the man caused it, or the alcohol.

  Maybe both.

  “The storm hasn’t hit landfall yet. It’s dozens of miles out. We have plenty of time before danger moves in—if it ever does. Could stay out to sea.” Diego fed her more burger and potatoes.

  She chewed, watching his every move.

  He got to his feet and tossed back the remainder of his wine. He moved behind her and she heard the sounds of swift swishes of clothing and the clunk of shoes. A long whoosh of breath sounded a split second after he straddled her from behind and ground his naked erection against one of her ass cheeks. The movement pushed her forward and forced her legs farther apart, her labia now fanned open to the night air.

  “Ah, you’re so soft,” he whispered in her ear. She quivered. The hair on his chest tickled the flesh across her shoulder blades as he leaned nearer. His strong arms encircled her, making her feel protected, wanted. “And I bet you’re all wet, your pussy spread so wide for me.”

  She couldn’t stand it anymore. Her head fell back onto his shoulder. He gathered her close and molded the curve of her spine to the wall of his chest, suckled at her nape, her earlobe, her shoulder. His warm mouth coaxed and teased, destroying any last bit of resolve she clung to. Shards of need shattered through her system and embedded like shrapnel in every vein of her body. But before she had time to finish acclimating herself to that assault, he closed his hands over the swell of her breasts. She cried out at the sensation of his touch molding to the heavy bulk of the globes. He rolled the nipples between thumbs and forefingers, commanding her senses to respond.

  A pool of juices oozed onto the chair. It left her breathless and writhing so her back arched and her pelvis thrust forward. She yanked against the chain and jangled the cuffs in a demand to be freed, to lift her arms above and behind her so she could drag his mouth to hers. As if he’d read her mind, he cupped her jaw and turned her face, guided her lips to his. He groaned into her mouth, seeming to war with his own control. His lips glided satiny over hers, ordering her to give her passion to him in the kiss. She tasted the remnants of sweet wine and took his tongue between her lips. Her pursed mouth stroked it as if it were his cock.

  He growled, his other hand abandoning the swell of her breast and sliding lower toward the mound between her thighs. Blood pounded in her loins, waiting, anticipating the initial contact. His palm caressed and massaged, fluttered side-to-side over her quaking belly, trailed lower still.

  “Oh…” Britt tore her mouth from his. Her breath clogged in her throat and she jolted when the pad of his fingertip circled her clitoris. Her hips slanted forward, up, but with her wrists anchored to the chair and his legs holding her in place, she couldn’t quite get the angle she sought.

  He joined two fingers, slid them through her folds and applied just enough pressure to make her want more, to make her grind and reach. The cuffs scraped the metal of the chair’s back. Wind howled around them. She threw her head onto his shoulder again, straining on a moan when he buried the fingers deep in her core.

  “Ahh.”

  “Britt.” He kissed her cheek, found her parted lips and closed his mouth over them. “I want you.” He murmured it against her lips while his erection rocked against her ass cheeks. “I have to get my cock into that tight pussy or I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

  “Yes, yes.” She nodded and bucked to stroke his thrusting fingers. “Get me loose. Now.”

  He yanked his hand away and left her feeling empty. Diego shoved from the chair and reached for the key. Cool air assaulted her backside and began to dry the juices on her labia. She let out a dejected sigh. Bending, he unlocked the cuffs. He glanced up at her, looked away toward the wooden leg of the gazebo frame, seeming to plot his next move. With a set to his jaw, he re-clamped the cuff around her wrist, though he no longer left her entangled with the chair’s back.

  He stood in front of her, bare feet planted apart, cock jutting upward, swollen and menacing against his flat abdomen. “Get up,” he ordered, tugging on the chain between her wrists. “Get up and climb into the hot tub.”

  Britt studied the flashing lightning on the horizon. It continued to be held at bay, while stars twinkled above like diamonds scattered across navy velvet. She looked down at the bubbling froth with the curls of steam and listened to its gurgling taunt. She sensed Diego’s movement behind her and heard a click. A muted light blinked on beneath the surface of the turbulent waters.

  After a long week of shoot after grueling shoot, tired feet and sore muscles, she could use a relaxing lounge session in the hot pool, but it would be more than that, much more. Her gaze shifted to her wrists. Evidently there’d be no relaxing with this indulging dip. Knowing what awaited her in that sinful liquid fire made her pussy muscles tighten. She wanted this, wanted him so badly.

  So then why did she hesitate? She wasn’t scared to barrel blind through this next kinky door anymore. She knew she’d like what she found beyond its tempting barrier,
similar to the way she’d discovered how wild she was for the events at the rally, and his domineering lovemaking afterward.

  But this was different. She could swim, but the thought of drowning had always been a phobia since she’d panicked in a swimming pool as a little girl while learning to swim. It had been one of the most frightening events of her life, and one she’d never forgotten. Now here she was being expected to depend on him to keep her safe from being held beneath the water with handcuffs on, from the storm, from eyes prying further than she was ready for them to pry.

  In a nutshell, she had to trust him to honor the safe word, whether from drowning, doing something she didn’t feel comfortable with or to keep her safe.

  Pink.

  Her one saving grace from possible peril.

  After all, she’d only known this man for what? A few days?

  “Get in now, Britt,” he rasped in her ear. “I promise you’ll love what I’m about to give you. You’ll beg for more.”

  She held his gaze over her shoulder, knowing he meant it. He’d been right about all of her responses to him.

  “The safe word. You’ll honor it? You’ll stop if I say it?”

  He blinked, surprised. “Of course. I’d never hurt you or do anything to you that you didn’t want me to.”

  She gathered that control again by kissing him long and deep, loving the glazed look in his eyes when she drew back.

  “Okay. Into the hot tub I go.”

  With the handcuffs held against her fluttering abdomen, she climbed the cedar steps and descended on the other side, right into the swirling pool. The heat proved almost unbearable as it closed over her cool flesh, first her feet, then her legs and lower torso, her pussy and ass. But it didn’t take long for her body to adapt. She floated across the space and settled onto the underwater bench, letting the jets massage her back and the heat permeate her tired muscles. The scent of chlorine filled her lungs as she inhaled the thick steam and let the stress flow from her body.