Liv's Journey (8 page)

Chapter 5

Trey turned back to Liv as Ron ambled away. He wanted to explore her sensuality more, feel her skin on his skin.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, Trey."

He cupped her cheek and smiled down at her, trying to look as gentle as he could. He mostly wanted to pull that damned shirt off over her head and bury his face between her breasts. The lust was distracting.

"Don't worry, darlin'," he told her. "I'm here and nothin' is gonna happen to hurt you. We may push your envelope a bit, but in a good way, alright?"

She nodded hesitantly, then whispered, "I can't be naked in front of these people, Trey."

That was puzzling. She made her living with her body, but she was concerned about hiding it? "Explain that."

"I just…I mean…I just can't. Okay?"

That was her limit for today. He wasn't thrilled with it. He had a hankerin' to show off his gorgeous girl. It was childish of him, but damn, she was someone to be proud of! "Yeah, okay. Can you be naked in front of me?" If she couldn't, then she had problems he might not be able to surmount.

She bit her lower lip. "I think so. I want to."

The room was beginning to smell like hot bodies and sex. Trey smoothed the cloth over her slender shoulders. "Let's get some food and find a private corner."

"I'm not hungry."

"Did you eat dinner already?" He couldn't see how she could have.

"No, but…"

"There are two tables bowed with food." He held out his hand, but she shook her head. What was going on with her? Her cheeks were bright but the rest of her was pale. "Well, I'm hungry. Come sit with me while I eat."

"The smell of food…might make me sick."

There was something not right. "Liv, what's wrong?"

She bit her lip and he remembered the sweet sensation of kissing her. But he had to get to the bottom of this problem.

"I'm nervous, I guess."

He could understand nerves. This was all new to her, foreign and maybe scary. "Okay. Let's do somethin' that doesn't rile you up."

Her eyes widened as another cry, this one of pleasure, came from somewhere over her shoulder. "I don't belong here. I can't do this public sex thing."

"No one is askin' you to have sex in public, Liv."

"You told that Ron guy that we might do a scene."

"'Might' means
maybe,
and a scene is not usually sex, or even serious nudity. I know this stuff excites you, darlin'. I can tell. Why are you fightin' it so hard?"

"I don't fit in."

He felt his frown, but willed it away. "I'm not gonna stand here and argue with you, Liv. Do you want me to take you back to your cabin?"

"Yes—no." Her eyes got shiny with tears. "I'm okay when you're kissing me. Can you kiss me again? Please?"

Her emotional turn worried him; it was obvious that she was scared. But every instinct he had said that she found the party arousing. Maybe too arousing? Was she scared more of herself? Was she trying to jerk him around?

"I think we need to be alone for a few minutes, darlin'." He took her hand and led her through the room. A few people tried to stop him to chat, but he was determined to get to the private office that only the Journeys could unlock. It was quiet inside as he closed the door to the room and the party behind them.

She looked around at the two chairs and the broad, nearly empty wooden desk. Her shoulders dropped a little as she relaxed.

"Now, talk to me, angel. What is goin' through that pretty head?"

She pulled her hand away from his slowly and turned away. "I don't know. I'm sorry."

Trey turned her to face him and cupped her chin so that she'd look at him. Her eyes remained downcast. She licked her lips. "Look at me, Liv."

Liv's blue eyes were wary as they focused on his.

"Let's start with the nakedness. I know you're not a nude model, and maybe I've got the wrong idea about modelin', but it seems to me that your body is your product. Why are you so shy about showin' it off?"

She cringed, her shoulders tightening. "I used to…used to be kind of an exhibitionist. I guess all models are, to some extent. But, I'm not anymore."

"What changed?"

"I changed. I haven't always been a plus-size model, you know."

"No, I didn't know."

She nodded as he withdrew his hand from her chin. "I used to do the Paris, London, New York circuit. On the runways, you know? I was on the cover of
Sports Illustrated
's Swimsuit Issue once."

He nodded. It was a foreign language to him, but he could parse it.
Sports Illustrated
was a little more familiar, though he didn't subscribe.

"I was…popular."

"The photographer called you a star. And that paparazzo sure was quick to take your picture in my truck."

She sighed and her shoulders slumped. "Yes, well, my career isn't what it used to be anyway."

"Let's get back to the nudity."

Her eyes focused on the floor. "Well, since I…plumped up, I haven't wanted to show off my fat self. I was miserable before, hungry all the time, sometimes malnourished, but I was beautiful. I don't feel beautiful anymore."

Now that was plain foolish. "Liv. Liv, look at me." She slowly raised her eyes. "Liv, you're probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You’re curved and soft, not all elbows and knees and bony hard spots. You're fit, not flabby. Darlin', you're perfect exactly the way you are." He slid his hands up her arms and rubbed her shoulders. "And there's a lot more to you than your figure."

She appeared to be thinking it over, but she didn't look convinced. "My mother is skinny, because her mother was plump. She warned me not to lose my figure, but I was so unhappy before." She turned her head away. "Not that I'm happier now."

"Look, Liv. I can talk 'till I'm blue in the face, but y'all need to feel good about yourself from the inside."

"Yeah, I know. I want to, but can't quite do it."

Maybe she needed a little external stimulus to build her self-confidence. He was more than willing to supply that stimulation, but he'd have to be firm about it. She would try to resist. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, her wing-shaped eyebrows, her cheeks, her chin. Finally he touched his lips to hers. She made a little mewl and put her hands on his shoulders. As Liv began to give, he pressed his lips against hers harder, taking the sweetness of her mouth, coaxing her to believe in her own power a bit at a time.

The kiss deepened and roughened until they were both panting. "Take the shirt off, angel," he whispered against her mouth.

Her eyes opened and focused on his, beseeching, begging him to discourage her reluctance, to help her fight herself.

Trey unknotted her tie and dropped it onto the desk. Slowly, her eyes never leaving his face, she undid the buttons of the big shirt. When all the buttons had been painstakingly released, she hesitated, biting her lip.

"Do it, Liv," he said, gently but with the resolve of command in his voice. She had to give him the opportunity to show her how beautiful she was; he couldn't take it, it had to be freely given.

Her hands were trembling as she peeled back the shirt, and she closed her eyes. She seemed afraid to see his reaction.

"Look at me, darlin'." His eyes hot on her body would be her first indicator of his desire for her. These next moments would lay the groundwork, they had to be right. Fortunately, showing his admiration wasn't the least bit difficult. The fully exposed Liv was exquisite.

She shrugged out of the shirt and it pooled at her feet. The high heels made her legs look even longer, as he trailed his eyes slowly up from her feet to her face. Her hips were curvy and round, and at the apex of her thighs her sex was slightly plump and lightly adorned with gold and brown curls. It was his turn to lick his lips as his mouth watered with desire. He dragged his gaze up and found her narrow waist, flat but padded, then he took in her ribs and breasts. The pink nipples he'd so admired before were peaked again, asking for his fingers to find them and tease. He vowed to himself that he would taste them again very soon. Her slender shoulders were next on his agenda, as were her soft but toned arms.

Overall, she was incredibly attractive. Trey didn't understand at all how she could think otherwise.

He kissed her again and ran his hands down her arms and to her waist, pulling her in toward him so she could feel his thick erection against her belly. At first her hands were at his shoulders, then they moved around the back of his neck.

After their kiss, he pressed his lips down her throat, and bent to suckle on a pert nipple. She sighed and arched. He squeezed the other breast as his tongue and teeth worried her flesh, then he switched sides and gave the other peak its due.

"Trey," she moaned.

He could smell her again. Clean but entirely female. He wanted to taste the sweet desire he knew he'd find between her legs. Trey kissed her mouth again, then slid a hand down her belly and explored her fleshy folds. She was soaked, slippery, hot. He found her clit and tested it with teasing fingers. She gasped in response, and his prick twitched with frustration. But he had to go slow. He couldn't scare her off with his need for her. She was not a quick fuck and thank-you-ma'am.

As he slid a finger into her, she shifted her weight to spread her legs some. He set his tongue to match rhythm with his finger and their kiss became more powerful and even harsh.

Liv wasn't light as a feather when he put his hands around her waist and lifted her to sit on the desk, but neither was she more than he could handle.

"I can't," she whispered.

"Trust me."

He pressed her back until she leaned on her elbows, and then he kissed her breasts, ribs, her flat belly, and down further, where her scent called him.

"I…" she began, only to break off as he slid two fingers into her slowly.

"Hush, darlin'. This is your time just to feel. Don't think."

She moaned softly. "It's been a long time. I don't know if… I don't know."

"
I
know. Trust me to know."

Trey bent between her legs, and touched her wetness with the tip of his tongue. As he expected, she was butter creamy and slightly salty. Her trembling thighs were incentive for him to taste more. He lapped at her as his fingers fucked her, much as he'd like his cock to do. But now was not the time for his own pleasure, save the pleasure he got from hearing her pants and soft moans.

He tongued her with long strokes, then short, and when she was squirming under his face, he touched her swollen clit. It was plump and engorged, poking out from under its hood in invitation. Trey sucked it and she arched.

"Oh God."

His answer was to hum against her tender bud. She moaned louder, and he fucked her faster with his fingers. Her body began to tighten around him.

"I can't! Oh, please…don't make me."

"Come for me, Liv. Give it to me."

Muffled music drifted in from the other room. Liv's pants and soft moans punctuated it like a bass beat. "Liv."

"It's not you," she gasped. "It's me. I don't deserve… I'm too..." Her hips squirmed away slightly.

Trey picked up on one word more than any other. "Deserve? You don't deserve to come?"

Her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip. Trey leaned back away from her, but retained hold on her hips. He didn't want to give up so soon; it was obvious that she was not frigid, but something was definitely holding her back.

Liv whispered her response. "No, I don't deserve it."

"Why not?"

"I…I lied."

Trey mentally recited a list of all he could remember her telling him. "To me?"

She nodded, eyes still closed.

His voice was sharper than he intended when he said, "Look at me."

"I can't. I'm ashamed."

"Liv."

Her eyes opened and focused briefly on him, then slid away. "I'm sorry."

"What was your lie?"

"I…I really…I really
am
hungry." Pink suffused her face.

That was it? She was hungry? He couldn't believe such an insignificant thing could be so important to her. "That was it?"

She nodded, shifting her eyes back to him. Tears shone there.

Trey thought for a moment, wanting to get past this hurdle, but unwilling to allow her to withdraw from him. Intimacy was the right next step in their relationship. He took a pace back away from her and put on his military demeanor. "Get up, woman. Get up and bend over the desk."

A tear trickled down her face, but she sat up. "Trey?"

"You heard me. Over the desk."

"I don't understand."

He made a twirling motion with his hand. "Turn around and bend over the desk, Liv. I'm not goin' to tell you again."

She stood, hands trembling on the edge of the desk. There was a brief pause before her tiny nod.

Trey's cock quivered at the sight of her round behind presented to him so submissively as she bent over the desk. You know what I'm goin' to do?"

"I…I think so."

"Hold on to the desk."

She whimpered, and her knuckles went white as she reached for the edge in front of her.

He ran a hand over her bottom. It was cool and smooth—no sign remaining of her tender play-spanking from earlier in the evening.

* * *

Liv squeezed her eyes shut. She knew he was going to spank her again. Knew it was going to hurt. The anticipation was awful as he touched her gently. There was a hot, eager sensation in her lower belly; excitement made her shiver.

He withdrew his hand and within a second it landed with some force on her ass. She gasped. There was pain, but also a tingle where his wet fingers had explored only minutes ago.

Trey smacked her again, and again. He built up a rhythm as she moaned and cried out softly. The pain was awful and wonderful. It overwhelmed her senses and she squirmed beneath the hand he used to hold her down.

"You deserve what I say you deserve, Liv."

Her bottom screamed with heat while her pussy wanted heat from another source. Still Trey, but hard and penetrating.

"Right now, you deserve a spankin'. You know why?"