A Million Dirty Secrets (3 page)

“I’m not calling him master,” I seethed, loud enough for only Scott to hear me as he forced me to step down from the platform.

“You’ll call him whatever he wants you to call him if you want the cool two million he just paid for you,” he retorted, grabbing my elbow and guiding me toward Mystery Man’s room.

“Two million dollars?” I asked, astounded. I tried to yank my
elbow out of his grip because his manhandling was not part of the deal and he was really pissing me off. However, he grabbed me again, more firmly this time, and pulled me forward.

“What? Not enough? Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Without giving me a chance to respond, he opened the glass door to Mystery Man’s room and entered with me in tow.

The odor of cigarette smoke attacked my olfactory sense, but strangely, I wasn’t repulsed.

“Miss Delaine Talbot,” Scott introduced me to the figure still shrouded in darkness. “Congratulations on your win, Mr. Crawford. I have a feeling she’ll be worth every penny.”

“Have the contract sent to my address,” a deep, sultry voice said from the shadows. The cherry on the end of his cigarette blazed and lit up his features dimly before he disappeared again. “And take your hands off my property, for Christ’s sake. I’m not paying for damaged goods.”

Scott released his hold on me immediately, and I rubbed at the spot on the back of my arm, knowing there was going to be a bruise there by morning.

“As you wish.” Scott bowed unceremoniously. “Take your time with the room, but be careful—she’s a feisty one.”

I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do, so I just stood there awkwardly for what seemed like forever.

When I had about convinced myself that he might actually be planning on the two of us staying there for the duration of the two years, he finally sighed and butted out his cigarette. The light clicked on, momentarily blinding me, because my eyes had become accustomed to the dark. When they had adjusted again, I looked at him.

My stomach flipped, and I swear I think my heart skipped a beat … or two … maybe three.

He was gorgeous. And I was having a really hard time not ogling him. He simply sat there smirking as I took him in. He was dressed in a tailor-made suit, black on black. He wasn’t wearing a tie, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone to reveal his collarbones and a brief peek at a sculpted chest with a smattering of hair. My eyes followed the tight tendons of his neck to his prominent jaw, shadowed with the beginnings of a beard. His lips were succulent and the perfect shade of deep pink, his nose was straight and perfect, and his eyes … my God, his eyes. Never had I seen a hazel so intense and infused with so many different colors, or a man with lashes that long. His dark brown hair was cut short, longer on top with the front spiked. He was quite possibly the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

He raised his hand and raked his long fingers through his hair. Whether it was in aggravation at my ogling or out of habit, I had no idea, but it was sexy nonetheless.

I started to question why someone who looked like him would need to go to the extreme of purchasing a companion when he could obviously have anyone he wanted. But then he opened his mouth, reminding me that this was no fairy-tale encounter and things were expected of me—things I had to do whether I wanted to or not.

“Well, let’s see if you’re worth it,” he sighed as he undid his pants and pulled out his massive cock.

I looked at him dumbfounded, because surely he didn’t expect me to lose my virginity to him in a disgusting place like that. I mean, I knew I was his property, but really?

“On your knees, Delaine, or the deal is off and you can go home with the lard-ass in the other room. He really seemed to want you,” he said with a sexy smirk while he stroked his glorious cock. “Show me your appreciation.”

Problem number one: I had never given a blow job in my entire life.

“Delaine, you’re wasting my time, and apparently my money.”

“You want me to … Here? Now?” I asked nervously.

“Did I stutter?” Mystery Man asked with a raised brow.

I sank to my knees in front of him and swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. Thank God the floor was cold, because it wasn’t until then I noticed how insanely hot it had become in the small space. Heat rolled off me in waves, and I knew I must have looked redder than a hot iron. Deep breaths of air were vital in order to keep my nerves from making me throw up in his lap. That probably wouldn’t have gone over very well.

He sighed in aggravation, and it only made my heart beat faster. “Put my cock in your mouth, Miss Talbot.”

I leaned forward and took it, finding that I couldn’t even get my hand all the way around it. Sweet Jesus! He couldn’t have really expected me to fit something like that in my mouth. I made the mistake of looking up at him. His brow was raised expectantly, and there was a tic in his jaw; for just a split second
he looked almost as nervous as I was. I mentally shook my head because surely that wasn’t the case, so I went back to the task at hand, which was definitely a task and absolutely something I was expected to get on with.

I was sure I looked stupid as I studied his cock, trying to figure out the best way to go about doing this. All those late-night sleepovers with Dez insisting I practice things like kissing and blow jobs suddenly didn’t seem so silly. I knew my way around a banana okay, but then those bananas would’ve had to have been jacked up with some serious steroids to compare to Mystery Man’s cock.

There was a spot of something wet on the head, and I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do about that, so I opened my mouth and licked at it with the tip of my tongue. I heard him hiss minutely and took that as a positive sign, so then I kissed it, but the kiss wasn’t at all sexy. It was more like kissing my uncle Fred on his bald head, only not at all like kissing my uncle Fred on his bald head. Jesus, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, and my floundering was making my mind go to a very silly place. It was my defense mechanism. I recognized it for what it was, but that didn’t change the fact it was happening at a very inappropriate time.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to find that very small place inside where I was a sultry vixen. A picture of his face invaded my thoughts, and I suddenly became more emboldened. I wrapped my lips around the head and gave it a little suction. Then I opened my mouth wider and took as much of him in as I could, which wasn’t much. Like I said, the thing was huge. I was almost certain I was going to develop a serious case of lockjaw.

“Come on, you can take more than that,” he challenged me.

I pressed forward until the head of his dick hit the back of my throat and I thought the corners of my mouth were going to split wide open. This would’ve been far easier if I’d had one of those snake jaws that unhinge to swallow their prey. And that’s about when I really started praying that I wouldn’t actually dislocate my jaw.

I pulled back and moved forward again, but this time I guess my gag reflex decided it wasn’t going to cooperate. When I gagged on him involuntarily, it set off a chain reaction. In my hurry to squelch the gag and not hurl all over him, my teeth bit into the sensitive skin on his dick. He yelped in pain and then shoved me away before practically crawling up the back of his chair to get away from me and my murderous mouth.

“Goddamnit!” he shouted, and then started inspecting his dick. I hadn’t even broken the skin, the big baby. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Have you ever even sucked a dick before?” Anger marred the features on his face. Even scowling, he was still beautiful. “Because that is undoubtedly the absolute worst blow job I have ever been given.”

It was official; I hated him.

“I’m sorry. I just never—”

“You’ve never given a blow job?” he asked incredulously. I shook my head. “Jesus Christ!” he mumbled as he ran his hands over his face and took a deep breath.

His insensitivity to the situation, or maybe his hypersensitivity to it, set me off. Even though I knew I should probably keep my mouth shut—because, let’s face it, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted to me—I just couldn’t take it.

“You and your glorious, colossal cock can
kiss my ass
!” I yelled with as much emphasis as I could, but I wasn’t done there. “I may not be the type of girl who goes around shoving dicks in her mouth all day—I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have paid two million dollars for me if I was—and I’m sorry if I hurt you, but even if I was experienced at this sort of thing, I … There’s just no way in hell anyone is going to get something that massive crammed down their throat. You’re a freak of nature, but at least I tried, you jerk!”

Me and my nonexistent brain filter had obviously just contracted a hideous case of diarrhea of the mouth. I was probably about to lose the contract and ruin everything. He just sat there and stared at me. His face contorted from surprise to anger, and then he looked confused and maybe a little constipated. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times as if he was about to say something and then thought better of it. Another moment passed before he turned his head to the side and then back to me.

“So, what you’re saying is that you think I have a big dick, and it might be kind of spectacular?” he asked with a smug grin.

I sat back on my heels and crossed my arms over my chest, completely mortified with embarrassment because, yeah, I guess that was what I’d just said, technically. But I wasn’t about to admit it for a second time.

“Do you have any sexual experience at all?”

Again I shook my head.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair once more. He looked like he was a thousand miles away, probably contemplating
whether or not he was going to keep me. And then he finally tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, towering over me.

“Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” I was ready to beg him not to sell me to Jabba the Hutt.

“We’re going home,” was his short reply.

“You’re not mad?” I scrambled to my feet and ran to catch up with his long strides as he stormed out the door.

“Oh, I am extremely pissed, but I’m trying really hard not to be.” He continued down the hallway without so much as a glance over his shoulder at me. “I suppose if I look on the bright side of things, this means that I can train you to do things the way I like them. But right now, I have a hard-on the size of Texas and I’m not exactly thrilled about it. Where are your things?”

“In some room off the hallway.”

We didn’t speak another word to each other as we maneuvered our way back to the room where I had changed my clothes and left my things, including my cell phone. He stood outside the door while I changed out of the bandages that were supposed to pass as attire and back into my tank top and skirt. Once I was dressed and feeling less exposed, he led me out the back entrance to Foreplay, one that I assumed was meant for these types of guests only. When we made it to the parking lot, Mystery Man walked over to a limousine where a short, blond-haired man in a black suit and driver’s hat stood by the door.

“Mr. Crawford,” the man greeted him with a nod and an expressionless face as he opened the back door.

“Samuel,” he greeted him in turn as he put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me inside. “We’re headed home for the evening.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver said as Mr. Crawford, aka Mystery Man, slid into the oversized backseat of the limousine next to me. Not that there wasn’t plenty of room. Personal space probably wasn’t a luxury I’d have much of over the next couple of years, though.

The car was moving through the streets of Chicago within seconds. Mr. Crawford exhaled a long breath and shifted in the seat as he tugged at his pants. Note to self: Don’t mess with Texas. I smirked a little to myself.

“Do you live in Chicago?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“No. Hillsboro,” was my short response.

I looked out the window, watching the city lights go by. The streets were littered with happy-go-lucky people who seemed to have not a care in the world. I supposed that under different circumstances, and had the world not hated me and my family, I might have been just like any one of them. But as things were, that wasn’t the case.

“Why are you doing this, Delaine?”

I wasn’t prepared to divulge that information, and it certainly wasn’t part of my contract. I preferred not to get too personal with the man who had just purchased me.

“Why are you?” I shot back. Apparently my brain filter still wasn’t working.

The scowl was back on his face again, and part of me regretted getting sassy with him when I considered all the ways he could punish me. But only a small part of me.

“You do realize that I own you now, right? You’d do well to remember your place. I’m not a cruel person by nature, but your smart mouth and snarky attitude are testing my restraint,” he warned with a stern look.

I was sure I probably looked like a scared kitten right about then, because that was how I felt, but I looked him in the eye anyway, my pride not allowing me to turn away. Or maybe it was fear that made me keep him in my sights and watch for any sudden movements. More likely it was the fact that the man really was a beautiful specimen, and I cursed the needy woman in me for being so weak.

“Look, I know this isn’t an ideal situation for you, and you probably have your reasons, just like I have mine,” he started. “But the fact of the matter remains that we’re bound together for the next two years, so it will be a lot easier on the both of us if we can at least try to get along. I don’t want to fight you every step of the way. I
won’t
fight you. You will do as I say, and that’s that. If you don’t want to tell me anything about your personal life before this, fine. I won’t ask. But you belong to me and I won’t tolerate insubordination, Delaine. Are we clear?”

I narrowed my eyes and clenched my teeth. “Perfectly. I’ll do what you say, but don’t expect me to enjoy it.”

He got a wicked grin on his face then and put his hand on my bare thigh. Slowly he began to caress my skin as his fingertips moved higher, under my skirt. He leaned in toward me until I could feel his hot breath wash over my neck and my skin pebbled from the sensation.