Melt (Hidden Pleasures, #3)

  Melt

  Hidden Pleasures Book Three

  By

  Kitty Hunter

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  Published By: A Tale of Two Kitties Press

  Melt

  © 2013 by Kitty Hunter

  All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  First A Tale of Two Kitties Press publication August 2013

  Table Of Contents

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Other Works

  About The Author

  Chapter One

  Ronnie swirled ice cream around the bottom of her bowl until it created a multi-colored, soupy mess. Her roommate Shea had talked her into the sweet stuff, but she just didn’t want it. Contrary to what lots of people might believe, having a curvy, full-figured body didn’t automatically mean she had a hard on for ice cream.

  “So, you did the dirty with both of them at the same time? How was it?” Shea gobbled her spoonful of the creamy treat and groaned like she was coming.

  “Um...well, it was...” She didn’t know what to say. The sex she had with her two Doms, Luis and Gavin, wasn’t something she really wanted to share details about. It was private, just for them. There was more to it than simple physical gratification for her, and she was pretty sure for them too. Talking to Shea about it would lessen the experience.

  “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re going to get all shy about it now.” The blonde pointed at her with her spoon and narrowed her eyes. “Unless you lied about it to begin with.”

  “I didn’t lie about it. Besides, you know I’ve been seeing them both and that they like to share. You’ve been going to the club longer than me.” She didn’t add that she’d met Luis because he’d come home with Shea and another man, Brian. “What’s going on with you and Brian?”

  Shea cast her gaze on the far wall and groaned. “We broke up again. He’s just so...I don’t know. The sex is great, but we fight so much we hardly ever have any. How can you have mind blowing orgasms with someone you aren’t supposed to be with?”

  Pain radiated off her friend, and Ronnie wondered again how she’d gotten so lucky with her...what should she call them? They were sex partners, lovers, but it went deeper. More like they were her boyfriends.

  “Hey, it’ll be okay. Maybe you aren’t meant to be together.” Ronnie patted her friend on the knee. “Why don’t we go get manicures and do some shopping.”

  Tears welled up in Shea’s eyes and she sniffled. She scrubbed the back of her hand over her cheeks and took a deep breath. Gearing up for her next round of interrogation, no doubt. “Where you getting money for your nails? That coffee shop you work at doesn’t pay for shit.”

  A large vase of flowers took up most of their dinette table; the orchids and roses a gift from Luis and Gavin. It’d come with a gift card attached for the newly opened posh spa across town. “I got a gift card. And there’s plenty of money on it for me to take you with me. So you’re coming.”

  Shea scooped up the last of her melting treat and gobbled it down. “I’m completely jealous of you.”

  “Sorry.” She crinkled her nose and kicked the blonde in the calf. “Not my fault things worked out this way. Don’t be all bitchy about it.”

  “I know. But are you really not going to give me any details? I mean, I’ve been dying to see Gavin naked for months.” Shea gathered their bowls and took them into the kitchen. “It was mind blowing, wasn’t it?”

  “You could say that.” Ronnie’s cheeks got hot as she recalled the way her boyfriends cuffed her hands and played a sexual torture game where Luis licked her pussy and Gavin slowly penetrated her ass for the first time. She’d cried and protested, but never said her safe word, and they did things together she still couldn’t believe. Her ass had been sore for a few days, but...wow. Her erotic novels had nothing on what it was like to be fucked by two men at once.

  Shea cleared her throat and she glanced up. “I hate you. I can see you thinking about it right now.”

  “Thinking about what?” She surged to her feet and retreated to the door to get her shoes.

  “Fucking Luis and Gavin at the same time. It’s all over your face. You’re as red as your hair.”

  The embarrassment in her tummy burned away in the flames of irritation. Yeah, she’d fucked them both. And she’d liked it. She wanted to do it again. A lot. But it wasn’t just sex for her anymore. “Shea, if you want to come to the spa with me, then come. I made us appointments to be nice. But if you’re going to be an asshole, then just stay here.”

  “Rwaow. Kitty getting some claws? Who knew hooking you up would get you all this back bone.” Shea slipped past her and out the door.

  “Everybody changes. You have to get your own ride home. Gavin is picking me up.” She followed her friend into the hall and slammed the door to their small apartment behind her.

  ***

  Soft music piped into the private massage room. Eucalyptus and some other scent she couldn’t name perfumed the air, with a crisp, fresh smell. She hadn’t arranged for a massage, but apparently having a boyfriend who owned an exclusive BDSM club had some advantages. Luis and Gavin had arranged for her to have more than a simple afternoon manicure. They’d bought her an entire spa day and apparently the staff took it upon themselves to arrange one for Shea as well since they’d come together.

  A warm curl of happiness glowed in her belly thinking about her Doms.

  She shivered and crossed her legs. Thoughts of Luis, naked, with the stern set to his jaw and the deeper tone of voice he used when he dominated her sent liquid straight to her pussy. Her clit throbbed.

  Gavin with his gentler way of dominating her, his blonde hair tickling her breasts when he sucked on her nipples.

  She, Gavin, and Luis had a date tonight. Dinner together at Gavin’s house. And then...she could only imagine the things they had in store for her.

  White, soft, terry cloth brushed across her hard nipples and she shifted in the chair. The nail technician was busy putting her supplies away, and then the masseuse would be in. She’d never had a full body massage before, and didn’t know what to expect.

  Gavin hadn’t given her his address, with the excuse that he was coming to pick her up after she got home from her afternoon of pampering. No way to Google and see a picture of his house. She hoped the money he’d spent on the spa package hadn’t set him back much. As a landscaper, he probably didn’t make a lot of money. Maybe he was embarrassed about where he lived. Had to be better than her shitty apartment. Although, things would be a lot worse if she didn’t have Shea to split the rent.

  The brunette nail technician, Cindy, carried her tray of supplies to the door. “Have a nice day, Ms. Joye. Your masseus
e will be here shortly. Can I get you anything while you wait? Tea, coffee, glass of wine?”

  “Oh, no. Thanks though.” Nerves set butterflies to doing loop-de-loops in her belly. “Um, Cindy, I’ve never had a massage before. Am I supposed to get naked and be on the table or what?”

  Cindy smiled, a friendly sparkle to her big, brown eyes. “There’s a sheet on the table, and you can cover up with that. Your masseuse will knock before they come in.”

  “Okay. Thanks.” Relieved at not being naked with a total stranger, she hung the robe on one of the stainless steel wall hooks near the door.

  The service at the spa had been top-notch so far, but every woman she’d seen (save one flamboyant stylist) was tiny. Small hips and waists, flat bellies. Perfect makeup. She was definitely not part of that crowd, with her size twelve jeans and 38 D bra. Consoling herself with thoughts that the masseuse was a professional who saw tons of people naked didn’t help.

  She climbed up on the table and considered sitting there facing the door with the sheet pulled up, but decided to lay down on her belly. If she didn’t see the person’s face, it wouldn’t be as embarrassing. Massages were supposed to be relaxing, but this wasn’t really headed that way. She didn’t even know if it was a girl or a guy coming in. Probably a girl. Everyone who worked here was female.

  A loud rapping knock sounded on the door.

  “Um...come in.” Was she supposed to answer? She adjusted the sheet again so that only her shoulders were exposed and stared at the floor.

  The door opened and shut with a soft click. Footsteps scuffed across the floor. The person didn’t speak at all, and her trepidation grew. The sheet was removed from her right leg, and warm, callused hands began to rub the sole of her foot with oil.

  Pleasure spread up her leg as the masseuse worked higher with hands that were undoubtedly male. He moved past her knee to the back of her thigh, his fingers dipping down between her legs a little too close to her pussy for comfort. She squirmed and relaxed when he made his way back down her leg to her foot.

  The masseuse peeled the sheet off her other leg, leaving the first exposed. He started again at the sole of her foot, and by the time he got to the top of her thigh, she was practically purring. Long, strong fingers danced along the bottom of her ass, along her thigh, between, and skimmed her pussy lips with a feather light touch. In her relaxed state, she wondered if she’d imagined it.

  He moved again before she could process what had happened, and removed the sheet from her back until it was folded down to cover her ass. A whiff of his cologne wafted to her nose, and she turned it over in her head. That scent was familiar, but mixed with the other odors in the room, she couldn’t place it. He lifted her arm and worked over her left arm to her shoulder. By the time he got to her right arm, she’d fallen half asleep and wondered if she was drooling.

  Oil pooled on her back and he spread it with his thick fingers, wrapping around her ribcage to the side of her boobs. The touch, the caress of the masseuse’s hands, reminded her of something. Almost as though he was familiar with her body. But a person who did this for a living should know their way around muscles and bones, the dips and curves of a woman’s form.

  He ran both thumbs down her back, paralleling her spinal column until he got to the top of her ass. He stopped, rubbed small circles in her taut muscles, and returned to the top, between her shoulder blades. Once more, down her back in a long, unending press of his thumbs into her flesh.

  She groaned and swore she’d melt into the table if he didn’t stop.

  On the next travel down her back, he went beneath the sheet and spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs. Her heartbeat sped up, but before she voiced even a whimper of protest, he’d withdrawn.

  The sheet whispered over her oily skin, covering her back. He adjusted it over her legs, and then returned to her side. With nothing but a soft push on her arm to urge her, she rolled over onto her back, and caught a whiff of his cologne again.

  Familiar. So strange and hard to place in the room. Oh God, she was on her back. He’d see the stretch marks on her lower abdomen and boobs. She couldn’t open her eyes. The man was probably hotter than hell. Probably young and beautifully handsome, like all the little chippies in the salon.

  No way was she opening her eyes.

  He smoothed oil over her cheekbones and chin; the fragrant liquid wafted into her nostrils and calmed her. A soothing, refreshing scent, light and citrusy, but with the tones of a musical melody. The oil chased away his cologne, and she refused to dwell on it. Lots of men wore the same aftershaves. True, they varied a little from person to person because of body chemistry, but with all the smells in the room, she was probably mixing herself up.

  It can’t be....can it? I don’t want to open my eyes. This is like a fantasy.

  The strength in his fingers surprised her as he cupped her skull and worked on her scalp. He stretched down to the back of her neck and then to her shoulders. From her shoulders, he traced her clavicles and then the tops of her breasts.

  The touches were so familiar and reminiscent of the way her lovers ran their fingers over her. Her mind turned again to Luis and Gavin, blood pooled low in her belly and her clit throbbed. The masseuse stretched his fingers out until they glided over her hard nipples and she froze. Liquid gushed into her pussy.

  He moved away again, and dragged the sheet up off her legs. Did he really just play with her tits?

  He did. She didn’t know if she wanted to do anything about it though. Warmth encapsulated her thigh, and she wanted to purr. The bare, shaved lips of her pussy were only just covered by the sheet. Could he see her cunt? Did he like it? Maybe she should shift so that he got a good look....

  A giggle welled up at the nature of her wayward thoughts. Oh, Luis would probably give her that spanking he’d kept threatening her with if she did that. The man moved to her other leg, and this time he ran his hand down the crease where her thigh and groin met, his pinky and third finger pressed to her pussy lips.

  She gasped and shifted away.

  “Shhh....” He placed one hand on her abdomen, over her belly button, and parted her pussy lips with the other hand. With two fingers, he pinched her clit, and smeared her juices around her lips.

  This was so wrong. A stranger. Her masseuse, fingering her. She had to stop him. He made a slow circle across her clit, just the way she liked, and she got even wetter.

  No, nononono. This was wrong. Gavin and Luis would be furious with her, hurt even. She scooted back in a quick jerk and sat up.

  A tall, dark haired Latino stood at her side. His shirt hung from the hook next to her robe on the wall. His deep, chocolate brown eyes held laughter and arousal.

  “Luis!”

  He grinned, a crooked smile she’d only seen once or twice in the few weeks they’d been fucking. Or dating. Dominating and submitting? She didn’t know quite what to call it.

  He leaned over her, captured her face in both hands, and shoved his tongue into her mouth. The onslaught of the move surprised her, he overwhelmed and claimed, branded her with the kiss. She relaxed into him, clutched his hair and tried to keep up with him.

  Electric sparks lit her up, sent tingles to her toes and set her pussy on fire. She ached for him, arched into his torso and grappled with the tangled sheet.

  Luis broke away, bit her lip, and tunneled three fingers between her thighs and straight into her cunt. “We’ll talk later about you letting someone you thought was a stranger touch your pussy.”

  “But—”

  “No buts.” He thrust into her, hard, stretched her grasping muscles. “You’re getting a spanking for letting another man touch your pussy without my or Gavin’s permission. But right now, we’re going to fuck. Because I need your pussy around my cock. I need to cum, and only your cunt will work for me. I tried jacking off and it wasn’t enough.”

  She swallowed hard, apprehension, fear, and a twinge of excitement burning through her. He needed her. “Here?”

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p; “Yes here.” He took his fingers away and sucked her pussy juices off them. “Get down and bend over the table.”

  “But—”

  “Ronnie, I’ll spank you here. What do you address me as?” The muscles in his face settled into what she secretly thought of as his “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see and maybe you’ll cry” face. She knew that face. He meant business.

  Her entire cunt swelled and pulsated in time to her heartbeat. The cold tile floor sent a shock up through the soles of her feet, and she put her elbows on the table. “Sir. I address you as Sir.”

  “Good girl. I’m still going to give you a few swift smacks, so that you have an idea of what your punishment will be later tonight.” The ticking of his zipper sounded, and the swoosh of his dress pants dropping filled the air.

  A gush of wetness flowed out of her, her anticipation so high she could barely hold still.

  He struck her left ass cheek, then her right. The skin stung, but it didn’t hurt. Two more smacks, one on each cheek. Warmth spread into her muscles, and she fidgeted. The skin of his palm settled on her lower back, and he pressed down on her.

  Another stinging slap to each cheek. She whimpered and shuffled. Prickles of pain spread into her ass. Two more. These hurt, and tears traced over her cheeks.

  “Ow. Stop.”

  “Hush. You have two more coming to you. Hold still or I’ll make it six more.”

  She ground her face into the table, worried that the salon staff would come in at any second. How red was her ass? The next two blows drew a cry from her, and tears tracked down her cheeks.

  “You should see your ass. It’s so nice and red right now.” He poured massage oil into his palms and rubbed it into the pained flesh. “Your orgasms belong to me and Gavin. You belong to us. You knew better than to let a stranger touch you that way.”

  Arguing that it was her first massage wouldn’t help. She should have opened her eyes the second she’d felt fingers near her pussy and she knew it. Perhaps she’d known it was Luis on some deep level.

  Or maybe she’d wanted to get in trouble. He’d smacked her ass the last time they’d fucked, and she’d wanted more. When Gavin was breaching her virgin ass with his dick, she’d cried and begged for them to stop, but they hadn’t because she hadn’t used her safe word. She’d wanted to; Gavin’s big, thick dick hurt her tight asshole.