Shades of Sexy (2 page)

I sat, dumfounded, like some shopaholic zombie.

He crouched in front of me and slid his hand around my shin. His slightly calloused fingers felt warm against my cool flesh. Liquid desire washed over me. I’d never had this reaction to any other man, let alone a guy I’d met mere minutes earlier.

Lifting my foot, he slipped on a shoe.

I wanted to squirm in my seat to alleviate the throbbing between my legs, but that would have been way too obvious. So I just shifted a little.

Jeez, my panties were soaked.

He picked up my other foot and stared at it for a long beat. Thank God I’d had a pedicure a few days before. “You have lovely feet.”

I’d never particularly liked my feet, but at that moment, they were the most sensual part of my body. He stroked my ankle with gentle fingers and closed his hand around my instep. I felt like Cinderella when he finally fit the other shoe on me.

He lifted to his full height and offered me a hand to stand. Knowing what a klutz I usually am, I accepted his help.

“I was right.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of my wrist, sending a quiver of excitement through me.

“About what?” I managed.

“The black are much better for you. They’re more sensual. You never know until you try, though, hmm?”

His double entendre made me quiver with awareness. Pulse racing, I tore my gaze from his and stepped out of the shoes. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“The shoes?”

“Y-yes.” I couldn’t look at him. If I did, I’d be sucked in like metal to a magnet. My hands shook as I pulled my sandals back on.

Maybe I should leave.

Only I couldn’t, and not because of the secret shopping gig. The man was a total stranger. How could I want him so badly? I hurried away, over to a rack of exotic-looking bras and feigned interest in them.

Sliding the hangers along the pole, I imagined him kissing me, and a fever instantly bloomed in my core. I picked up one of the hangers and was horrified to see that I’d chosen a bra with gold metallic cups shaped like funnels. Black tassels hung from the points. I quickly returned it to the rack.

A torso mannequin outfitted with a thong panty sat on the counter beside a sign proclaiming Revolutionary Underwear. This piqued my interest. I pointed to it as I crossed the floor to get a closer look. “What’s this?”

“Must be what you want.” The salesman fixed me with a wistful stare. “I will warn you, though, it’s not for a beginner.”

Beginner? I’d never thought of myself that way before. At least not since I’d surrendered my virginity to Larry Turnblatt on my high school graduation class cruise to the Bahamas. What did the man take me for, anyway?

The salesman held up a hand in surrender. “No offense. I’ve just never seen you here before.”

I let him slide with that because the more I looked at the description of the revolutionary underwear, the more I had to agree. They were way beyond my league. Seriously. Seven function panties with a remote control?

For God’s sake. The remote even had a fifteen-foot range. What would you be doing that your partner would want to be fifteen feet away?

He held up a plastic bag with a black remote inside that could easily pass as the key fob for my car. And there was something else in there.

I squinted at it, trying to make it out.

“That’s the mini vibrator that fits into a slot in the panties,” he explained, as if that made the concept crystal clear.

“Oh.” What else could I say? Okay. Now I was embarrassed.

“Believe it or not, it’s a big seller.” He set the bag on the counter behind the display sign. Then he backed to the closest lingerie rack and slid a few hangers aside. “This is a little more tame.” He held up a black leather bustier and gave my body another heated stare. “Ten?”

I wore a size twelve lately, but I nodded. Most jobs required I merely take an item into the fitting room, not try it on. “On second thought, do you have a twelve?”

What? Did I say that?

I wanted to put on something sexy. It had been a long time since I’d felt attractive. Knowing Rob had preferred someone else made me feel more ugly and unwanted than anything. Maybe a daring little bustier would boost my appeal.

“Fitting rooms are this way.” The man passed then held the beaded curtain aside for me. I pulled in a breath laced with his exotic scent, like juniper. “I’ll bring you a few more things to try. My name’s Ty by the way. Let me know if you need anything.”

I headed through the archway into a wide hall with several doors. Curiosity niggled at my gut when I saw the sign on one that read If You Dare.

Ty opened the last door on the right and gestured for me to go into the small cubicle with a padded bench in the corner. I held my breath as I slid by him, nearly touching him.

He hung the bustier on a hook, then winked at me. I watched him leave in the mirror. Setting my hands on my waist, I stared at the leather garment. For some reason I’d always wanted one of those things. Maybe it represented that bad girl I’d always secretly yearned to be. You know the one—the vamp who screwed all the most popular boys in school.

Shutting the door, I sucked in a surprised breath. The entire wall was covered in black and white photographs of people in various sexual positions using all sorts of devices, gadgets and toys.

Oh my God! I moved closer to confirm my suspicion that a man in one of the photos was actually Ty. Yeah. Definitely him, standing over a blonde woman stretched out on a bed with her hands tethered above her head by some sort of elaborate restraint system. Ty’s hand was wrapped around his enormous penis. It rivaled a couple of the super-sized dildos I’d seen on display in the store. I licked my lips.

My pussy started tingling again. I imagined myself in the blonde’s place. That beautiful man with his gargantuan cock stood over me. I yearned to be the one—restrained and powerless—that he was about to do naughty things to. That realization honestly shocked me.

Now I’m no shrinking violet type, not hardly, but a feminist through and through. So why did I crave such a submissive role? I pondered that as I undressed.

Surrounded by all those X-rated pictures, I started imagining all sorts of things I’d never dared give much thought. Having my ass spanked like the woman in one of the photos. Or perhaps getting pierced nipples like the muscular hottie did in another picture.

I unhooked my bra and peeled it away, purposely brushing the lacy cups across my erect nipples. Shutting my eyes, I hissed out a breath as a ripple of pleasure washed over me.

A whisper of a breeze sent goose bumps spreading over my skin. I opened my eyes, expected—rather hoped—to find someone inside the small cubicle with me, but I remained alone.

As I rolled my panties down my legs, I studied a picture of a handsome man with a light moustache. A whip dangled from his hand and his leering grin implied he aimed to find some firm flesh to lash.

Turning sideways, I studied my reflection. Why had I stripped naked? The bustier didn’t require me to be nude. Yet I wanted to be. I glanced at the ceiling, wondering if there were hidden cameras, but I only saw white plaster and an air vent. Inexplicably, disappointment settled in. Since when had I become an exhibitionist?

I stilled at the sound of footsteps outside the dressing room. Hoped.

“How’s that bustier working for you?” Ty asked.

The door swung open and I instantly shielded my privates. “Um…excuse me.”

Ty just smiled as he entered the dressing room and closed the door behind him. “You need help with that, hmm?”

Shock ricocheted through my veins, but so did something else…curiosity? Desire?

My pussy tingled with pure lust. My heart hammered. “I…um…no.” I stood there, rooted to the spot, frozen in indecision.

But Ty seemed to know exactly what to do. He removed the bustier from the hanger, then pulled it around my torso. I was forced to lift my arms, uncovering my breasts.

“It hooks in front, see?” He started closing the eyelet hooks from the bottom and a zing of desire shot through me. His fingers grazed my skin and a quiver of longing rolled up my spine.

Speechless, I chewed at the corner of my mouth. The scene felt surreal, with me standing in front of this complete stranger wearing nothing but a bustier. And I liked it. In fact, I wanted him to look at me, to see that my pussy was so wet merely because he stood there staring at my naked body.

When he’d finished with the hooks, he gazed into my eyes and I knew he wanted me as much as I did him. “I think I’ll go lock up the front door.”

I nodded mutely. Ty’s long fingers skimmed along my shoulders. Had he noticed that my nipples were hard as pebbles? That they poked into the leather covering them?

He disappeared before I could find my voice. My gaze drifted to the full-length mirror and the image of me wearing nothing but a bustier heated my insides. I couldn’t wait for Ty to return.

But this might be my only chance to back out. I mean, this was crazy. I’d never done anything remotely as spontaneous—and dangerous. Yet I knew I didn’t have to be afraid. Something inside me assured me Ty meant me no harm.

When I heard his footsteps approach, my mouth grew dry as the desert. I swallowed and shut my eyes a moment to collect myself.

He entered the cubicle and raked his dark gaze over my body again. But instead of that familiar self-consciousness, I felt proud. Proud of the way the exercise had changed my body in recent months, adding more muscle to my thighs and calves. Maybe because Ty’s grin made it clear he liked what he saw.

As if reading my mind, he nodded. “Yes, I love your body. It’s lovely.” He took a step toward me and grasped my shoulders.

His touch instantly calmed me. I yearned to feel his lips on mine, on my breasts and my pussy. A shudder of longing danced across my skin.

I let my eyes travel over his muscular shoulders and chest, down to his slim waist and long legs. I wanted to see that body, naked and ready to fuck me. That admission, even to myself, shocked me.

He must have sensed my wishes because he immediately started shucking off his clothes. When he lifted the T-shirt over his head I nearly gasped out loud. His muscles looked more defined and his skin had a mahogany sheen that made my mouth water. I longed to touch it, but I waited as he kicked his shoes away and peeled off his pants.

When my gaze fell to his erection I couldn’t hold back my loud gulp. So the photos hadn’t been doctored. The man was huge.

“What is your name, beautiful lady?”

“H-Heather,” I managed.

Then his arms encircled me and I breathed in his spicy, exotic scent. His hands cupped my bare buttocks and squeezed. A delicious hunger engulfed me. I wanted him so badly. Badly being the operative word.

I yearned to do naughty, wicked things, things I’d only dreamt about. His mouth closed over mine. I opened to him, let his tongue inside. He tasted of cinnamon and a sweetness I could hardly describe. Something cold and hard glided along the edge of my tongue. I recognized it as metallic.

Oh Lord. I’d always wondered what it would feel like to be with a man with a pierced tongue.

My whole body went limp with pleasure. He broke the kiss and fixed me with a dark stare. “Sit on the bench,” he ordered and I instantly complied. I knew he had some wonderful carnal treat in store and I couldn’t wait to experience it.

As soon as I sat, he kneeled in front of me and pushed my knees apart. When he looked toward my exposed sex, a wave of heat seared my skin. His hands crawled along my thighs, spreading my legs wider and giving him total access to my pussy.

The thought of that metal ball on his tongue hitting my sensitive nub made me quiver with anticipation. My juices started flowing and slicked my entrance. Yet I wasn’t embarrassed. Quite the contrary. I actually wanted him to know how intensely he turned me on.

“Mm. I can’t wait to taste your cream.” He slid a finger over my intimate lips and I shuddered, wondered how much more I could take without imploding. He opened my pussy wider, glided a slow finger in my creases, avoiding the engorged bud inside.

I wriggled on the bench and moved closer to the edge, hoping he’d slip that calloused finger inside me. But he refused to be rushed.

He withdrew his finger and lowered his head between my legs. I cried out when his tongue touched my flesh, slid along my folds, lightly. That hard metal sent a shockwave through me so intense, I thought I’d come off the bench, but he held me there as he licked me from end to end.

When the tip of his tongue touched my clit, I really came unglued. I squirmed and moaned, so close to an orgasm. Two thick fingers moved into my entrance, inch by inch, he took them deeper with each stroke.

“Touch yourself.”

I didn’t hesitate to do as he ordered. Never in my life had I done such a thing with a man, but it felt so natural and primal. I rubbed my hand over my cleft as he fucked me with his fingers.

Then he moved to my side as he continued and I climbed closer to my release. “Look,” he said, pointing toward the mirror on the back of the door.

I sucked in a shocked breath as I caught a glimpse of my reflection. My face was flushed and my pussy red and glossy with my juices.