Undercover Obsession (19 page)

She now remembered everything from their
first night here, vividly recalled the feel of their hands and
mouths on her naked body, the press of their denim covered, hard as
rock cocks against her sensitive flesh and how she had craved them
in her, how she had begged over and over for them to fuck her. Her
dreams switched from that night to the spankings they had given
her, the pain induced pleasure that had her wondering if she would
have the same reaction from the harsher pain from Brody’s belt. How
bad would it hurt? Would he stop if she couldn’t take it? And, most
importantly, how hard would she come from that stronger erotic
pain?

Piper put in the final stitch on the black
lace suspender teddy and held it up for her inspection. Some woman
was going to set some man back on his heels with this one, which
made her wonder how it would look on her. Her imagination, fueled
by her dreams and simmering lust, made it easy for her to do what
she never did and try it on. Forgoing the black sheer hose, she
stripped and slipped the black satin thong on first, the obvious
bare exposure of her ass adding to her escalating arousal. She knew
she’d have to keep the thong for herself since they were already so
wet the slick material was clinging to her bare folds. Next she
attached the wide lace suspenders to the black lace garters around
her upper thighs and pulled them up over her breasts, the width
just wide enough to cover her nipples before she crisscrossed them
behind her neck and drew them around her sides, just below her
naval where they came together and attached with small eye
hooks.

Facing the tall mirror, she gaped at her
reflection, the way her nipples could barely be seen through the
lace suspenders, the obvious dampness of the thong, the way the
garters seemed to make her legs look longer. Looking at her design,
she was contemplating different names for the outfit other than
labeling it a teddy when a knock on her door followed by Brody
opening it and peeking his head in had her standing rooted in
place, both excitement and embarrassment filling her as his grey
eyes widened in surprised appreciation.

“Sorry, darlin’,” he drawled when he could
get his tongue unstuck from the roof of his dry mouth. “Haley’s
here, needs to talk to you. She says you haven’t been answering
your phone.”

Piper looked around and realized she left her
phone upstairs. “Okay, thanks. Tell her to come back.”

Brody turned from the most erotic sight he
had seen in a long time, took a deep fortifying breath, berated his
cock and then returned to the great room and sent Haley back. Holy
shit, the sight of Piper’s ass showcased in garters and a thong had
greeted him like a welcome wet dream when he opened the door and
when he managed to raise his eyes above that enticing view and saw
her soft full breasts free except for her lace covered nipples and
her damply covered mound in the mirror, it was all he could do to
keep from marching in there and taking her amidst all the frills of
her profession. The woman packed a wallop naked, but when that
nakedness was showcased so erotically, she knocked a guy off his
feet. If they didn’t get some fucking clue as to who was after her
soon, he knew his good intentions weren’t going to be worth shit. A
man could only take so much after all.

Brody’s frustration only increased when Piper
and Haley came out of her workroom, Piper dressed in a short denim
skirt and a sleeveless white blouse, and announced they needed to
drive into Branson to pick up a large backorder for Haley’s shop
and do some shopping. It wasn’t the trip that irritated and worried
him however, it was the fact they had to drive separately because
neither his car nor her jeep would hold the four of them as well as
Haley’s large order.

“This is going to be another day from hell,”
Ian grumbled as they followed Piper out to the highway.

“How bad can it be? They’ll pick up Haley’s
order, we can sit in a bar while they shop, then we’ll head
home.”

“You mean you’re not going to insist we
follow them around the stores like pathetic puppies?” Ian’s look
and tone were infused with sarcasm even though he was grinning.

“As long as they’re together out in public,
I’m sure they’ll be fine. Did you give Haley the key chain?” Key
chains with attached very loud warning alarms, mace and small
jackknives, all easily accessed with the press of a button, could
be bought at any cop shop, but they usually carried a few with them
and would come in handy if either woman was ever accosted.

“Yeah. She seemed reluctant, but took it.”
From the look on her face, Ian suspected Haley had owned one before
and possibly used it. Unfortunately, her past victimization did
nothing to rein in his desire for her.

Branson was a bustling town of non-stop
activity, tourists crowding the streets, shows, restaurants and
shops for over nine months out of the year. Brody found himself
actually preferring the quieter, less populated town of Hope,
especially as the traffic was bumper to bumper as they followed
Piper and Haley to a public parking lot and sought out an empty
place for each of them. Both women seemed to love maneuvering
through the crowded street on the four block walk down to Branson’s
Landing where they swore the best shopping was.

Specialty shops and restaurants lined the
waterfront of Lake Taneycomo, and Brody was relieved when Piper led
them to the Paddlewheel Pub, a restaurant that had outdoor patio
seating that afforded them a good view of the shops up and down the
waterfront.

“Now you two can wipe those scowls off your
faces.” Piper had thought of teasing them by telling them they
wanted Brody and Ian with them while they shopped, but she knew
Brody wouldn’t believe her. “They have long, fat old fashioned hot
dogs here as well as the best fries around. We’ll meet you here
when we’re done.”

“Two hours, Piper,” Brody told her as he took
a seat. “Then we’re headed back whether you’re done or not.”

Piper just rolled her eyes, grabbed Haley and
took off before she let her mouth get her in trouble. Her
frustration with Brody as well as her need to feel him fucking her
long and hard was already raging out of control, she didn’t need to
add pissing him off into the mix. But two hours later, when she and
Haley were making their way back down to the pub, their arms laden
with packages, Piper still found herself chafing under his
restrictions and her constant, unfulfilled arousal. The mellow look
on both men’s faces did nothing to ease her discontent, on the
contrary seeing them so relaxed and Brody so seemingly unaffected
by her sexily displayed body this morning while she was still
fighting her pussy gushing, instant response to the look on his
face made her itch to do something, anything, to irritate both of
them out of their complacency.

As they loaded their packages into her jeep,
the guys filling the back end with the pickup from the post office
for Haley’s shop, a sudden impulse hit her on how to have a little
fun at their expense. Jumping into the jeep, she waited until Haley
settled on the passenger side before leaning out the window,
calling to Brody and Ian as they were getting in their car. “First
one to Hope has to unload the jeep!” Without waiting for their
response, Piper pealed out of the parking lot, laughing at the
surprise and anger on both men’s faces.

“Are you nuts?” Haley asked as Piper expertly
maneuvered through the heavy traffic. “There’s no way we can beat
that car back to town.” But Haley was grinning at the fun of trying
to best those two.

“We can if we take Tucker’s Pass, which they
don’t know about.” Cutting through the bumpy, unpaved, two lane
road through a densely wooded area that only the locals knew about
would get them back to Hope at least ten minutes before the highway
route and Piper couldn’t wait to see their expressions when they
were parked in front of the shop idly waiting for them.

Haley laughed at Piper’s gall, wishing she
had the nerve and constitution to simply let go around a man,
especially Ian. While she wasn’t interested in a relationship, she
was beginning to think she was ready to end her long drought of
celibacy and that Ian might be the one to get wet with again. “I
admire your nerve, Piper, but Ian told me what they did when you
defied them before. Are you sure you want to risk that humiliation
again?”

Piper hadn’t blushed in a long time, but she
did then as she wondered what Haley thought of her now. But when
she had turned over a new leaf upon leaving Geneva and then
Atlantic City, she swore she’d never go back to being that insecure
girl who suppressed her desires to please others and she wasn’t
going to start now. “Maybe being spanked turned me on so much that
I
want
one of them to retaliate that way again.” Admitting
that out loud made her wonder if that wasn’t what she had been
aiming for, hoping for by pulling this little stunt. Spurred on by
her obsession with Brody’s belt threat, she couldn’t deny that she
would welcome another ‘painful’ encounter.

Instead of being shocked by Piper’s
revelation, Haley found herself intrigued. “Right now, concentrate
on your driving. Later, preferably over some strong marguerita’s,
you can give me more details.”

Smiling over at her, Piper replied, “It’s a
date.”

Twenty minutes later, a blowout from her
right rear tire had Piper struggling to slow the jeep on the dirt
road, a feat made even more difficult because she was speeding in
an effort to get back to Hope long before Brody and Ian. “Crap,”
she muttered as she finally managed to slow enough to pull over and
cut the engine. “We are in so much trouble.” Getting out, she
walked to the back of her jeep and winced as she saw the tire was
completely flat and she would be lucky if the rim wasn’t ruined in
her struggle to stop.

“Speak for yourself,” Haley stated as she
looked at the ruined tire. “This stunt was your idea and I’m not
the one someone seems to have it in for.” Looking up and down the
relatively deserted stretch of back road, Haley bit her lip in
worry. “This isn’t good, Piper.”

“I know, damn it.” Piper was smart enough to
worry about being stranded at any time, but with those mysterious
missing two days still plaguing her and the vandalism at Haley’s
shop still unresolved, her palms grew sweaty with the potential
risk she had put herself in. Pulling out her phone, she quickly
dialed Brody’s number, hoping he was close enough to the cutoff to
Tucker’s Pass that it wouldn’t take them long to backtrack and get
here. They could change the tire themselves, but the spare was
buried under the big boxes from the post office and it would take
them twice as long as the guys, time she didn’t want to spend alone
out here. “Hi Brody,” she said when he answered. “Uh, we could use
a little help.”

Ten minutes later, her ears were still
ringing from Brody’s curses and threats, but her relief was
palpable when she saw his bright red hot rod spewing dust as he
approached them. She knew she was in for a tongue lashing,
something her guilty conscience really didn’t need, but that she
deserved, and when Haley had noticed the left rear tire slowly
going flat while they waited, she added fear to her worry and
guilt. A flat wasn’t a sign of foul play, a blowout followed by
another flat hinted at tampering.

“Easy, partner,” Ian cautioned Brody when he
roared to a stop behind the jeep, his anger and curses stronger
than when Piper had taken off in Branson, leaving them behind.

“No, I’m done being easy with her. She agreed
to our help and our rules. She’s going to damn well abide by them.”
Beneath the anger beating at him was worry and fear and as he saw
both tires, the worry and fear out passed the anger.

“Brody, I’m…”

“Be. Quiet,” he told her with quiet, steely
emphasis.

Piper thought now would be a good time to
heed his order and stepped back while they checked the damage.
Within minutes, they found nails embedded in both tires, long,
thick nails guaranteed to cause a flat in a short amount of
time.

“You thinking what I am?” Brody asked Ian as
they stood up from inspecting the tires.

“That anyone could have stuck these in during
the two hours we left it unattended in the parking lot? Yep.”

“I’ll call the sheriff to get someone out
here to tow it in. We’ll have to retrieve their packages
later.”

Piper and Haley simply stood by while they
waited for one of Sheriff Norton’s deputies to show up and agree to
wait for the tow truck which was on the way. The glares Brody aimed
her way, when he chose to look at her, were filled with anger and
reprisal, a reprisal Piper would be looking forward to if she
wasn’t feeling so bad about her reckless behavior being responsible
for her current predicament. The drive back to Hope in Brody’s car
was made in tense silence and Piper was relieved when they finally
pulled in front of Haley’s shop.

“I’m going to go have a talk with Gary, give
him these nails, not that it’ll do any good,” Ian said. “I’ll walk
back to the cabin.”

Brody just nodded at him, turned to look at
Piper over the hood of his car and stated with tightly controlled
anger, “Get in, Piper.”

“I know you’re angry,” Piper said as they
pulled out, “and I know I shouldn’t have issued that dare. I’m
sorry, I didn’t think…”

“No,” he interrupted her coldly, “you didn’t
think. It’s bad enough you didn’t give any thought to your own
predicament, but you had your best friend with you today. What’s
your excuse for putting her at risk?”

“I don’t have one,” she snapped back, hating
that she had to answer to him, hating losing control over her life
and most importantly, hating that he was right. If anyone had hurt
Haley because of her, she knew she’d never forgive herself. “Damn
it,” she muttered, facing out the window so she didn’t have to see
if he was gloating. Piper settled in sulky silence and was glad
Brody didn’t pursue it. She was going to grab a beer and head out
to work in her garden before it got dark. She was always able to
relax and clear her head of cobwebs when she had her hands buried
in dirt, tending to her vegetables and flowers.