Hidden Pleasures #5: Teased Read online

  “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.

  The emerald cuffs they’d given her cost more than her first car.

  She tied the strings on her apron and headed out to help the shift manager. One thing she could be grateful for today was that the vibrator wasn’t very loud. All she had to do was distract herself from the sensations teasing her clit and turning her nipples hard as rocks.

  For the next three and a half hours. Sure, that’d be easy.

  Luis claimed a spot in a booth on the far-right corner of the shop. Right where he’d be able to see her all day. Terrific.

  At least he’d actually gone out to his car and retrieved his briefcase. Four neat stacks of paper were lined up in front of him, a cup of coffee by his right elbow. He’d rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up and the long muscles in his forearms bunched and flexed with each movement he made.

  God, that dark olive skin next to the white shirt drove her crazy.

  Luis tipped his eyes up and caught her staring. He leaned back in the booth, took a sip of coffee, and slid one hand under the table.

  The vibrator changed pace, going from a low hum to an intermittent buzz. A jolt of sensation zapped through her clit to her lips and right up her belly. Her pussy muscles clenched.

  “Mmph—”

  “Hey, you okay? You look kinda...strained. Like you’re in pain or something. Did you hurt yourself?” Heather cocked her head and stared at her, a forgotten tray of pastries in her hands.

  “I’m fine. I just ah...I banged my toes.” Lies lies lies. She was a huge liar! Twice now this morning. And it was all Luis’s fault.

  If she could have chucked a mug at his head, she would have. First Gavin bugging her in the bathroom and kissing her neck, which they all knew was her hot spot. Then Luis put her on the island and ate her out until she almost came and forced her to watch while he jacked off. Now this shit with the vibe.

  Asshole.

  Her gaze swung toward him, and she glared.

  He blew her a kiss and went back to his papers.

  No way would she allow let him completely disrupt her day at work. The lunch crowd would filter in soon, and she had to help Heather get ready. Although the lunch crowd now consisted of two or three people, usually construction workers who wanted to refill their thermoses.

  The slow sales day meant Heather chattered away next to her, mixing pop culture tidbits in with political policy discussions. Their days never bored her. One of Ronnie’s favorite things about Heather was her totally eclectic wardrobe. The outfits were things she’d never personally wear, but on Heather, they worked perfectly.

  Like today, she’d paired neon green sneakers with black tights and leg warmers. Under her work shirt, she had on a long-sleeved tie-dye shirt in rainbow colors. Tiny hoop earrings went up he
r left ear, and she’d extended her eyeliner into cat’s eyes. Hair sticks were shoved through her messy bun.

  No way in hell Ronnie’d ever wear tights in public. There’d be no hiding the extra flesh on her butt. But for Heather’s tight, small frame, the leggings were sexy as all get out.

  She’d never been with a woman, but even to her, Heather looked totally fuckable.

  “Earth to Ronnie. Come in Ronnie.”

  Crap. A new surge emanated from the vibe, and she clenched her teeth to swallow a moan. “Sorry hon. I’m not with it today.”

  “I can see that. Thinking about your hottie over there?” Heather giggled. “’Cause I know I am.”

  Ronnie laughed and threw a towel at her friend. “Kinda. Believe me though, if you knew what he did to me this morning, you’d think he was the devil.”

  She batted the towel aside and snickered. “Well he does look like a fallen angel.” The sliding doors on the display case clunked when they touched. “So what he’d do? It had to be something pretty hot, because every time you look at him, you blush.”

  The vibrator changed pace again, and her knees wobbled. She grabbed the counter for support. This was not funny. Luis was dead when they got home.

  “What is with you today?” Heather crossed to her and touched her forehead. “Are you okay? Do you need to leave?”

  “I’m okay.”

  “What’s that noise? Do you hear that?” She paced up and down the back counter, checking out all the various machines they used.

  The vibrator was kicked on high and Heather heard it.

  She wanted to run into the back and hide. There was no relief from the buzzing on her clit and pretty soon Heather would figure out where the noise was coming from. She wanted to die. Just die. At least the shop was mostly empty. Other than Luis, a single couple sat on the love seat by the tiny gas fireplace, cuddled up together and reading.

  Control, she needed control. Deep breaths. Think of something else. Anything else. No way in hell she’d have an orgasm right here in front of Heather.

  “I don’t hear anything.” She headed for the door to the back room. “Let me grab some cups and napkins. Get stocked up before the lunch rush.”

  “What lunch rush? You know, if the city planning commission—”

  She escaped to the back room and wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs. Walking around with a plan in mind helped. Gathering supplies up gave her something to think about besides her swollen, drenched pussy. The almost impossible temptation to go into the bathroom and finger herself rose, but she if she did that, Luis would know. And he’d come up with some other way to torment her. After he spanked her.

  She emerged with four sleeves of cups and two rolls of paper towels, feeling much more in control.

  The vibrations changed before she’d set the items down, a totally random rhythm she couldn’t predict at all.

  And then it happened. She came hard and fast, dropping everything on the floor. She groaned into her hands and ran back into the storage room.

  This was mortifying.

  Aftershocks ran through her, and she clenched a shelf for support. God, she needed...

  “Holy shit. You’re wearing a butterfly or something aren’t you?”

  She thunked her head on the shelf in front of her, and pain arced across her forehead. The sharp wooden edge in front of her wasn’t very forgiving. She bonked her head into it again, trying to regain control. The vibe stopped, but her pussy fluttered and spasmed around emptiness.

  Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them away. “Heather, please get out of here. I’m so totally embarrassed right now.”

  “Your boyfriend is kinky, isn’t he? He’s got that look about him.”

  Why was she still in here? “Heather, please. I just want to stay back here alone and die.”

  “Look, I think you’re super lucky. My last boyfriend was so vanilla, the only position he wanted to have sex in was missionary. It was like he’d read some Puritan sex manual. I tried to tease him once with an ice cube, and he looked at me like I was some kind of freak.” The soft whump of cupboard doors opening and closing again sounded. “If you know anyone else like him, let me know, okay? Cause I’d love to get it on with a guy who had some adventure in mind. Putting my knee over your elbow is great, unless that’s the only thing you’ve got in your bag of tricks, ya know? I swear if Troy had seen my toy box, he’d have spazzed.”

  Why why why was this happening? Today of all days, Heather wanted to bond about sex stuff? Couldn’t she tell Ronnie wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out?

  But the black-haired woman didn’t look like she was in a hurry to go anywhere. Staring at the wall and ignoring her didn’t seem to be making any impact.

  Maybe a change in subject would divert her. “Hey, do you know anyone who owns a catering company? I told Luis I’d try and find one for him.”

  “Oh yeah.” Heather leaned back against the counter. “Don’t you remember me talking to you about this before? What do you think I’m doing every weekend? My sister and I have been busting ass for the last year to get our own off the ground. We were servers for Paganinni’s all through high school and the second we could get a business loan, we started our own. It’s really only been in action for like a month though.”

  Paganinni’s was the company Luis currently used for Hidden Pleasures. “Oh that’s right. I do remember you talking about that now. I’m sorry.”

  “Eh, it’s okay. I’m a chatter box, and I know sometimes you tune me out. Lots of people do that. I’m used to it.” Heather picked at her nail polish.

  “Doesn’t make it okay. I’m honestly sorry. It was shitty of me not to pay attention better.” She swallowed and steadied herself. “Luis owns Hidden Pleasures. It’s a private club. You ever heard of it?”

  “Uh-uh.”

  She didn’t have time to explain anything, because the door bell that went off whenever someone entered the shop dinged, and a few seconds later the door to the break room swung open.

  Chapter Four

  Gavin

  Gavin paused, taking stock of his lover and her black-haired friend. A pretty flush colored Ronnie’s cheeks and strands of hair had fallen out of her ponytail.

  Looked like the vibe was doing its job.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Who are you? If you’re looking for the bathroom, it’s down the hall.”

  Both women spoke at the same time, and he had to work to hide his laugh. Ronnie looked like she’d just come, and her pussy was ready for a nice big dick to be shoved into it.

  “Gavin Firestone,” he held his right hand out to Ronnie’s co-worker to shake. “Ronnie’s boyfriend.”

  “Oh. Hi. I’m Heather. Nice to meet you, Ronnie’s boyfriend.” The short Asian woman’s eyes darted back and forth, and both eyebrows rose toward her hairline. “Ronnie, I’ll see ya in a few. Don’t leave me hanging out there.”

  “No problem.” He’d never seen Ronnie’s face so red. She glared at him and fidgeted.

  Heather left the room, trying not to stare at them and failing. Ronnie didn’t move, her lips half open and face flushed. He grabbed a chair from the tiny dinette table and propped it under the door Heather exited through.

  “What are you doing?”

  He crossed his arms and didn’t answer. Luis strode in and locked the remaining door behind him.

  Good. Now he could play with their sub. The rules Luis made him comply with chafed him, but he realized it was to keep them safe. More than he wanted to dominate Ronnie, he loved her and needed her to be safe. So until Luis understood he had his shit together, he had to put up with having a babysitter.

  It wasn’t much different from playing at the club and having a monitor around.

  Stalking toward Ronnie with slow, measured steps, he catalogued the tiny changes in her posture. The closer he got, the more her pulse fluttered in her neck. Her nipples showed through her shirt, hard and poking at the fabric. She shif
ted her weight from foot to foot.

  The doorbell sounded and caught her attention. “I can’t play right now Gavin. I have to help Heather.”

  “Wrong. And you will address me as Sir.” He crowded her personal space, and her nostrils flared. The lower hem of her shirt released from her pants with one sharp tug, and he smoothed his palms over her stomach until he reached her large, beautiful tits. “Mmm these nipples are nice and hard for me. Tell me, did you come? Is that why you are back here instead of out front where Luis can see you? I want to know if the vibrator buzzing against your clit got you off. Did it make you wet? Get you all hot and swollen and ready to take my big, thick, dick deep into your pussy?”

  She whimpered and stared at the floor, leaning into his touch. Putting her breasts into his hands and begging with her body for his hands on her.

  He pinched her nipples, yanked her bra cups down and let her tits hang free. A low whine left her mouth. The stiff bar of his cock poked at his jeans. He ground against her belly, let her feel how hard he was for her.

  “I want to fuck you. Right here, right now. I want to bury my cock in your little cunt and listen to you try not to scream when you come all over me. I’m going to fuck you good and hard. I want all those people out there to know I’ve got you bent over, taking my cock deep inside you.”

  The low humming buzz of the vibe kicked on, and she swayed to one side. Oh, that was nice. Just the reaction he wanted. He turned his head and gave Luis an appreciative nod.

  He’d planned on having her all to himself, but maybe...

  “Come here.” He grabbed her by the hair and took a kiss, bending her over his arm until she couldn’t support her own weight. With his free hand, he pressed the vibe up into her cunt harder and moved it in a circular motion through her pussy lips.

  She broke away from his mouth, buried her face in his shoulder. “Oh...ahahah...oh fuck...fuck Sir...oh fuck please don’t make me do this here.... Please, Sir please...”