Page 48 of Dirty Hot Valentine
Everything is going to be just fine, it said.
“Dusty, I don’t want to change you into someone you’re not.” That was all the resistance left in me.
“And I want to be the man you deserve.”
3. Dusty
What she’d said at the beach was ridiculous. I was the one scared shitless she’d wake up one day hating me and leave.
If it weren’t for the shit we went through together last year, a woman like Cammie never would have chosen to be with a guy like me.
A smart, beautiful, sexy as fuck engineer and a motorcycle gang president who barely graduated high school. The daughter of a war hero and the son of a rapist murderer. What were the odds of us lasting a week, let alone months?
But we did.
We didn’t see each other every day or lived in the same city. I’d been in constant worry she’d meet someone else, and she’d been worrying I might wind up killed.
Still, we’d made it this far.
And I intended to stretch this as far as I could. Till the very end.
I had no choice. Cammie had sliced my heart open and tattooed her name in there.
She was the only girl for me, and I meant every word I’d told her.
I wouldn’t just leave the gang and move here to be with her. I would do anything, change into anything, that made me the man she deserved.
“Dusty.” Her voice streamed from the bathroom.
Chills of excitement ran through me as I looked at the bathroom door. She’d come out any second now, wearing the first of my Valentine’s gifts to her.
“You ready, baby?” she asked, and the doorknob clicked.
Naked, sprawled on the bed, hands and feet cuffed, I felt the thrill of losing control and the regret about to tear me when I’d see her in that corset and wouldn’t be able to touch her.
“Yes, sweetheart. Please come out,” I said, my cock already sticking up.
The lights from the bathroom spilled into the dim hotel room, and she stepped outside.
My jaw dropped. My stare glued to her tits hanging out, totally naked, from the leather underbust corset tied behind her neck.
Out of instinct, I tried to get out of the bed, pictures of my mouth and my hands all over these perfect tits taking over me. Then the regret hit hard as I remembered I couldn’t move.
I was glad, though. I wouldn’t have been able to stay in sub mode if I were free when she looked like this.
My tongue darted out, licking my lips as I took my time ogling her nipples before I noticed the rest of the outfit. My eyes dipped to the sweet V of her pussy covered in black lace.
Wait a sec… Are these cutout panties?
I strained my neck to check the crack I thought I saw. Yup.
Holy fuck. I only got her the corset, which was more of a selfish gift on my side, but the panties were her addition.
My heart banged against my chest, my whole body burning up, and she hadn’t laid a hand on me yet.
She stood there with a confident smirk on her face and a sparkle of satisfaction in her eyes all the time I was watching her. She wasn’t fidgeting or hiding anything. Her posture said, “Look at me. Admire my beauty while I take your breath away.”
In bed, Cammie was not the vulnerable, scared girl that needed my protection and reassurance. She was a woman with a twisted persona and wicked desires that made a guy like me willingly get down on his knees and ask for mercy.
