Teased (The VIP Room 1)

Vida felt the pressure of a build up and slight pain with each thrust of his fingers as they butted up against her innocent flesh, until she was brought to a sudden climax. The spasms took control of her, forcing a shrill scream from her tight throat. Her body stiffened as she felt the loss of complete control to a pleasure she had never experienced before.

Colton rose above her, removing his hand from her warmth before pulling her pants back up and lowering her top until she was covered once again.

Vida lay stunned, wanting desperately to cry. She jackknifed straight up, startling Colton, and tried to jump from the bed. An arm around her waist stopped her, jerking her back as he leaned against the headboard and placed her effortlessly on his lap facing him.

“Where are you going?” Vida saw the amusement in his face, wanting to die of embarrassment.

“To the bathroom,” Vida said in a strangled voice.

“You couldn’t just tell me that instead of jumping out of bed like you saw a giant spider?” Colton looked at her quizzically.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Vida told him, trying to get off his lap.

Colton held her still with his hands on her hips. “In a minute.” His hands slipped to her ass, adjusting her until he notched her pussy against his cock where thankfully, Vida noticed, he had on a pair of sweat bottoms.

She had a terrible feeling she didn’t want to hear what he was about to say.

“Why are you still a virgin, Vida? No boyfriends in high school or college?” he questioned.

Vida was right; she didn’t want to hear his questions, much less answer them. Her lips tightened.

“It’s none of your business,” she finally answered.

“Yes, it is, since I’m the one going to take it,” he said casually.

“No, you’re not,” Vida snapped.

“Yes, baby, I am.” He lifted his pelvis until she could feel his hard cock against her folds. Desire threatened to rise again and Vida felt herself begin to want him.

Vida shook her head. He was everything she didn’t want in a man, everything she had sworn never to become attached to. Yet, he was sitting there, thinking he was going to take from her a gift that she had planned on keeping for someone special for years.

“No, you won’t. I have saved myself for the man I fall in love with, which is not you, nor will it ever be you. I won’t be like my mother, falling in love with one man after another, losing a piece of herself after each one. Do you know how many dads she brought home? Introduced me to? Each one she was sure was going to put that ring on her finger and make all her dreams come true. They never did, each one slept with her and used her until they were satisfied then they left her crying. She would cry for days, until she met the next one and fell just as hard.

“I am going to save myself for one man. A man who I know is going to love me as much as I love him, and won’t leave me for the next piece of pussy he sees. He will be as committed to me as I am to him. That will not be you, you’re a horn dog, and you’re married!” she yelled.

Colton rose up from his relaxed position, bringing his chest against hers.

“The only man that is going to be between your thighs is me. I am going to take that sweet little cherry of yours and make it mine. You made yourself so many promises when you were a little girl there’s no way you can keep them all. You’re not a little girl anymore, Vida. You’re a woman and you’re going to want my cock in you. You’re going to want it all the time.” Leaning back against the headboard again, he gave her a tender smile. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give it to you any time you want. If you’re not, I’ll make you beg for it.” He gave her an arrogant smile that Vida had to restrain herself from knocking off him with the fist clenched at her side.

“You ass!” Vida moved to jump off him, and this time he let her go with a laugh.

“You better hurry up; we’re late.” Colton’s voice followed her into the bathroom. She made sure to slam the door loud enough for him to hear.

Chapter Twelve

The tattoo shop managed to keep everyone busy, which made it easy for Vida to ignore Colton.

The door opening had Vida glancing up to see one of Colton’s fuck buddies coming through the door.

“Does Colton have an opening?” she questioned.

“Yes, he does.” Vida gave Tessa the client she had scheduled for Colton, penciling in Wanda for his next job.

“Have a seat; he’ll call you when he’s ready for you.”

“Thanks.” The girl smiled at her as she took a seat.

Tessa came out, ignoring Vida as she looked through the appointment book. Vida knew the exact moment Tessa noticed she had given her Colton’s next client.

“Why did you give me Colton’s client? I should have the client you gave him,” Tessa questioned her sharply.

Vida pointed to Wanda. “She requested Colton. The client I gave you didn’t. Colton said I should try to fill requests if it was possible.”

“She requested Colton?” Her gaze sharpened on Wanda.

“Yes, she did.” Tessa’s face turned red as she snapped out the name of her client. She stood, talking to him about which tat he wanted for several minutes, her eyes never leaving the other woman who was becoming uncomfortable under Tessa’s hateful glare.

Tessa gave the client directions to her room then walked over to Wanda. Vida sat, watching the oncoming confrontation, debating if she should get Colton to mediate.

“My husband will be with you in just a few minutes. He was almost done when I came out.” Tessa’s fake politeness didn’t fool Vida, but it succeeded with Wanda.

“Your husband? Colton didn’t tell me he was married.”

Tessa smiled in satisfaction. “We’ve been married four years.”

Wanda rose angrily to her feet, returning to the counter.

“Cancel my tattoo; I don’t have the time to wait.” Wanda left without waiting for a reply from Vida.

Tessa didn’t try to hide the vindictive smile on her face as she left to finally get started on her waiting customer.

Colton and his client came out then, talking with Reverend.

“Did you take a picture of it? That one needs to go on the wall,” Reverend said, taking a seat next to Vida.

“Took one in the room,” Colton said absently, gazing down at the appointment book with a frown.

“Next time, Colton.” The client waved as he left.

“Later, Kyle.” Turning to Vida, he asked, “What happened to Wanda? I see her name marked out.”

Vida shrugged innocently. “She waited for a while then said she couldn’t wait any longer.”

Reverend called his next client, looking at Vida and Colton quickly before escorting his client to his room.

Colton pulled out his cell, moving away from the counter as new clients came in the door. Vida fit them into the schedule, having to turn a few away for the moment and rescheduling those, while watching Colton as he talked on the phone. His expression becoming angry. He ended the call, striding furiously from the room.

Vida sat tensely behind the counter, becoming even more nervous when she heard raised voices from the back. A sudden loud noise sounded before Tessa came running out. Leaving the shop without a word.

The clients in the waiting area sat staring at one another until Colton returned.

“Who’s my next client?” he asked grimly. Vida pointed to a heavyweight man sweating profusely. Colton called the man’s name. She listened as the man described the tattoo he wanted that would take several visits. Colton led him away as Vida made future appointments to complete the desired tattoo.

Tessa reappeared with a cup of coffee, giving everyone the silent treatment for the rest of the day. Colton and Reverend worked without taking a break as Tessa got her revenge by taking huge amounts of time between clients. When the door closed at the end of the day, both men looked exhausted.

“You and Tessa need to get your shit straight, and you need to hire another artist. Word is out that you’re out of prison. We can’t do our best work if we keep pushing it with customers.”

“I’ll look around for another artist. The divorce will be final next week. Once Tessa realizes it’s a done deal, she’ll settle down or I’ll fucking fire her.”