Dirty Bad Secrets (13 page)

“What are you planning on doing with the rest of your week then, Faye?” he growled. “Do you want to call a truce? We could lock the office, maybe even bring one of the benches in from playroom four.”

“How’s your ass?” I said. “Still sore, pretty boy? What makes you think I want a truce?”

The corner of his delicious mouth turned up. “You’ll come to regret that little episode when I take charge.”

“Don’t count on it.”

“You’re in a whole shit-storm of trouble, Faye. I’ve still got your fucking teeth marks on me. You’d better hope they fade soon, or you’ll be getting a set to match.”

I fucking hope so.

I reached into my collection of toys, grinning as I fished out two pairs of handcuffs. I tossed them over to him.

“Good girl,” he said. “I think I’ll have you on your back, cuff your legs nice and wide until you’re doing the fucking splits.”

“They’re not for me, prick.” I stalked over to him. “I want your wrists cuffed to your chair.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You do, do you?”

“Yes, Andy. I do.”

He smiled as if to humour me and cuffed one of his wrists to the arm of his chair. He tested them, and they held firm. “Happy now?”

“Not yet,” I said, and cuffed his other. “You think I’m fucking playing, don’t you? I’m not playing, Andy. You’ve been asking for this all fucking week. I’m sick of your backchat and constant griping over the smallest fucking thing. It’s going to stop.”

I pulled out a length of bondage rope and bound his ankles to the chair legs. My head was virtually in his crotch in that position, and his erection was unmissable. He had the fucking horn, alright.

He cursed as I pulled his tie loose, and cursed louder as I tore his shirt open and buttons flew.

“There’s no need for that,” he spat. “No need to be so fucking destructive.”

I ran my palms across his chest. “You’re a delicious piece of meat, you know? I’m going to enjoy showing you all the beautiful things I learned when I was gone.”

“I must have missed those pages in Vincent’s shitty novel.”

“You must have. It’s all in there. If you give yourself up to me, I’ll make you feel good, pretty boy, so fucking good.”

He met my eyes. “Watch it with that fucking bloodlust shit, Faye. Don’t do anything fucking crazy.”

“Relax,” I smiled. “We’re going to have so much fun. All of us.”

I turned my back to him, and heard him struggle in the cuffs. “All of us?! What the fuck do you mean all of us?! This isn’t funny, Faye, there isn’t going to be an
all
of us.”

I pulled out my favourite new toy. A Jennings’ dental gag, a stainless steel implement of filthy fucking beauty. “Open wide,” I said.

Andy actually flinched. He flinched, and I laughed. I really fucking laughed.

“I mean it, Faye,” he said. “Nothing fucking crazy. What do you mean by
all
of us?”

I wedged my fingers in his mouth, forcing them to the back of his throat until he retched, then used the motion to slip the gag inside before he had chance to stop me. I’d cranked it open in a heartbeat, and with the metal hooked behind his teeth he couldn’t shift it. He was stuck. I spread it wider, and wider still, enjoying the way his lips stretched. “You’re going to dribble like a big fucking baby,” I said, squelching my fingers to the back of his throat. I sucked them clean when I pulled them out, keeping my eyes hard on his. “It’s going to be fucking beautiful.”

He tried to speak, but his words were muffled grunts.

“I love you like this,” I hissed. “Just a bit wider, that’s a good boy.” I forced the gag open, as wide as it would go. His lips really were spread wide. I watched his throat move as he attempted to swallow, angling his chin as my eyes explored his mouth. I pinched his tongue between my fingers, grinning like a lunatic. “Perfect,” I said. “That’s fucking perfect.”

I fished around my handbag until I found what I was looking for.
Scarlet vixen
lip colour. Andy eyeballed me warily as I approached, but it wasn’t for his lips. I wrote in jagged letters, right the way across his chest and stomach.

Faye’s dirty slut.

“Beautiful.” I admired my handiwork. “Now we just wait.” His groans were delightful; gurgled, garbled threats that I happily ignored. I wheeled him across the room, abandoning him in the empty space, then pushed my own seat to his desk. I sat with my feet up, watching him. Soon enough the gag began to achieve the inevitable. His mouth was watering nicely, spit pooling quicker than he could swallow. It collected at the corners of his lips and spilled over, coating his chin with glorious fucking drool before it dripped its way down his chest. He’d be soaked before the evening was done, and long before I was. “Try not to fight it, pretty boy. Humiliation can feel beautiful, I promise. It can set you free.” I squeezed my tits through my blouse as he watched. “Oh fuck, Andy, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

He squirmed against his bonds, trying to free his teeth from the gag, but it was pointless.

I checked the time, smiling as the bass quieted. “Not long now,” I said. “It’s almost time.”

“You’re going to enjoy this more than you know,” I said, unbuttoning my blouse. I straddled his knees, my face in his as I lowered myself onto him. The handcuffs rattled as he tried to touch me, but the chains were too short. Again, he grunted, and again it came out as a muffled nothing and saliva dripped from his lips. I ran my fingers through his hair, only to grip tight and yank his ear towards my mouth.

“Listen,” I hissed. “I’m going to say this once, and I fucking mean it. I know you think you hate this, and I know you’ll think you’ll hate what’s coming, but even now your cock is fucking betraying you.” I rubbed against him to prove my point. “We need this, Andy. This is how we function, this is how we knock fucking heads and get through it. This is how we cope with the shit we give each other.” I traced my fingers over the letters on his stomach, and his eyes flamed with embarrassment. “I need this. And I need you to give it to me. Tonight you’re going to give it to me.”

Another growl, and he sounded so fucking angry.

“If you give me what I need, I promise I’ll fulfil my half of the deal. Your week, your way. I’ll do whatever you say, anything you want, anything you need.
Anything
,” I emphasised. “And I won’t even moan about it.” I pressed my lips to his throat. “Anything, Andy.” I pulled down my bra, and my nipples were tight. “You have no idea how horny this makes me,” I hissed. “I never thought I’d feel like this. I never thought I’d want this so badly.”

I forced his head forward and he groaned as a mouthful of drool spilled free. It dripped from his chin and splattered on my horny fucking tits. “Oh yes, Andy, that’s what I want. Give me more.” I rocked against him, riding him, my pussy pressing tight to his thighs. “More,” I groaned. I licked up the trail of spit from his chin, tracing my tongue around his sweet stretched lips. He closed his eyes, but he was giving in, I could feel his resolve breaking. “Kiss me,” I breathed. “Give me that wet fucking mouth.”

His tongue was hot and slick. I circled it with mine as I moaned my pleasure, sucking him into my mouth and savouring every fucking bit of it. I was out of control, I could feel it, something dark unfurling below consciousness and threatening to consume me whole, but it didn’t matter. This moment was all that mattered.

This beautiful moment.

“Will you let me play?” I asked, my mouth still slurping around his tongue.

He didn’t answer. Not even a grunt.

A knock at the door and he startled. He fought hard, pulling his wrists tight against the chains but they wouldn’t budge. His eyes were wide and wild, his head shaking.

“Shh,” I said. “Relax.”

He grunted and groaned as I removed myself from his lap, fastening the last of my buttons before Topaz opened the door. She stared straight at me, oblivious to Andy’s predicament at her side.

“I’m just about off,” she said. “It was a good night, shame you both missed it.”

“Mr Morgan’s been a little tied up,” I smirked.

“Tied up?” She turned her head as she asked the question, and her sweet eyes popped out of her skull.

“Yes, he’s quite tied up, wouldn’t you say?”

Her fingers shot to her lip ring, fiddling away as her cheeks burst into colour. “I, um… I’m sorry I walked in…”

“Don’t be,” I said. “I’m not.”

“You’re not?” Her voice was so timid, barely a whisper.

I approached her, turning her by the shoulders to face Andy square on. “Look at him,” I said. “Isn’t he fucking beautiful?” She didn’t say a word, not even a peep. “Come on,” I said. “Don’t be shy. I’m happy to tell you how much I fucking like him like this, he’s quite the pretty boy, my dirty little slut.”

“I… don’t… I…”

“Topaz,” I said. “This isn’t an accident. I knew you’d be coming in here.”

She looked at me, dumbstruck. “I don’t understand…”

I left her side, walking behind Andy’s chair and placing my hands on his shoulders. “A gift,” I smiled. “For you, for him, for me. I don’t even know who it’s fucking for anymore.” I laughed at the absurd situation and felt the wetness pool between my legs.

“Faye… I…”

My tone snapped, harsh. “Topaz, do you want him or not? If you don’t, then go, I’ve made a mistake, but if you do want his gorgeous fucking cock you’d better sit yourself down on the edge of his fucking desk and stop blathering.”

Slowly, so slowly, with a face like beetroot, our sweet little pixie girl propped herself on Andy’s desk. She didn’t look at him, eyes glued to the floor as she twiddled with that fucking lip ring. I reached into my box of tricks and pulled out the pink glass dildo I’d chosen especially. It was thick, but not too thick, with a nice gentle curve to it. I handed it over, then returned to Andy. I wheeled him towards her, stopping when they were just a metre apart. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, so tight that his knuckles were white. He groaned, but his protestations were becoming weaker, especially when I reached down between his legs and found him hard as fucking rock. “I guess it’s game on,” I whispered.

I gestured Topaz further back onto the desk, then lifted her tiny feet to rest on his thighs. She screwed her eyes shut, but his were straight at me, daggers of pure fucking darkness. I smiled, then eased Topaz’s knees apart, spreading her thighs nice and wide for his viewing. Her short pleated skirt offered no privacy, granting him a prime view of her sparkly pink panties. They were extremely fucking cute, and they matched the dildo perfectly. I leaned against the desk beside her. “He wants to taste you,” I hissed. “Look how much his fucking mouth is watering.” It made me laugh, and I snaked an arm around her waist, another teasing at her tiny black crop top. “Don’t be shy,” I said. “It’s ok. He wants it, look at the bulge in his fucking pants.”

She let out a breath, and I could feel her heart racing against my palm. I plucked at the ribbons of her top, teasing down the fabric. She had tight little tits, and they spilled out of her bra so beautifully. Her nipples were pale, but hard, and her skin was a rainbow of colours. A winged bird breathed fire, rising from smoke and ash. It was beautiful. I flicked at her hard little nubs and she caught her breath. “Are you going to let him taste you?”

“I’m not sure…” she whispered.

I took her hand in mine, guided it between her legs. “Touch yourself,” I said. “Let him watch.”

Softly her fingers started moving, through her panties at first, so slowly that her movements were almost imperceptible. I watched Andy watching her, and although his head was angled back, and his knuckles were still angry and white, his eyes didn’t waver. I felt the spark in my own clit, buzzing with my own fucked-up need. Topaz grew braver, pulling her panties aside to reach her clit. “Here,” I said, dipping my fingers in Andy’s sopping mouth. “Make it nice and wet.” I used his spit to lube her up, then nudged the dildo in her free hand. She didn’t need telling again. She rubbed the glass against her clit, and then her eyes finally grew brave enough to meet his. Her nerves played a story across her face and it was so fucking beautiful and pure and innocently fucking filthy that it took my breath away. I clenched my thighs, fighting the urge to jump Andy’s fucking cock and ride him to orgasm.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Do it. Fuck yourself for him.”

She pushed the dildo inside her, letting out a moan as it penetrated. She worked it like a good girl, back and forth as he watched. I let her play until she was rocking her hips, her dainty little feet braced tight against Andy’s thighs. Then, I took it from her, raising it to my nose. It smelled of sweet young cunt.

“Open wide,” I laughed, forcing it inside Andy’s drooling mouth. I pushed it straight back against his throat, making him jerk and splutter before I eased up. I rolled it around his tongue, where he was sure to taste it, and sure enough his cock twitched in his pants. Good fucking boy. “Look at that, Topaz,” I smiled. “He fucking wants you.” I went for his belt, loosening it enough to pull his cock free. It sprang up proud, and her eyes widened. I tugged it in my grip, slapping the impressive fucking dick against my palm. “I know how much you want a piece of this,” I said. “Here it is, your one-night fantasy.”