Dirty Bad Secrets (15 page)

My spit was everywhere, my mouth a sloppy, gurgling pool. I closed my eyes, hoping that even Faye had some fucking restraint left in her skull. She didn’t.

“Kiss him,” she hissed. “Kiss him nice and deep and show him you’re grateful.”

I shook my head, but Faye’s fingers were at my scalp. She forced both of our mouths together with a moan of victory, and I felt Topaz’s lip ring press against my tongue. The girl hesitated for just a moment, and then like a trooper her tongue was at mine, burying into my mouth.

“Beautiful,” Faye said, but this time her tone was harsher. “Aren’t you two just the pretty fucking picture.”

Jealous. She was fucking jealous.

Fucked up knew no fucking bounds in this place.

Her jealousy made it all the fucking sweeter. I slammed up into Topaz, pounding that cunt as hard as my bonds would allow. She moaned and whimpered and breathed hard through her nose. Her mouth left mine, but her eyes didn’t. They were just an inch away when she started to come, and her shuddering orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of her head, sent me straight over the edge. I bucked and grunted and shot my fucking load all the way inside her as she gripped the gurney’s rails and shrieked like a whore.

Panting for breath, Topaz dismounted with a delicious squelch, and her cheeks were on fire. Her mouth glistened with my spit, so much of it that it pooled in her lip ring, she wiped it on the back of her hand, and backed away, disoriented.

I couldn’t fucking blame her.

“Did you enjoy that?” Faye asked, with a big old fucking smile on her face.

Topaz nodded. “Yeah, I liked that.”

“Good,” she said. “You’re welcome. I guess it’s time we let the pretty boy loose.”

Game fucking on.

***

I was up from that gurney so quickly that even Faye jumped backwards. My fingers made short work of the ratchet at the side of that filthy bastard gag, I wiped my face dry on my shirt cuff, then massaged my strained jaw.

“You liked it,” Faye said. “Don’t pretend you didn’t…”

I ditched the cuffs on the gurney, rubbing at my cramped calves until the pain eased up. The sodden rubber came off next, and I flung it alongside the cuffs. It amazed me to realise I still had a fucking semi. Semi or not, I was angry. Really fucking angry.

Topaz had seen me angry enough times to know this was the real fucking deal. I watched the panic play out across her face.

“I’d better go,” she whimpered, as she wriggled into her skirt and threw her blouse back on.

My finger jabbed straight in her direction. “You’re not going fucking anywhere. Don’t you dare move a fucking muscle.”

Faye started to speak but I cut her off dead. “You can shut your mouth as well, Faye Devere. It’s time for the fucking coin toss. And I’m fucking throwing.” If ever I’d begged fucking fate this was it. Fifty percent, please to fucking God be my win. I dug the coin out of my drawer and held it up for Faye to see. “You’d better hope this is another win for you, Faye.”

She didn’t make a sound.

I tossed the coin. It spun high in the air and bounced on Faye’s desk, then teetered on its edge for one insanely long moment before clattering onto its side. Man taking woman. My fucking win.

Faye turned white in front of me, but not as quickly as Topaz. Topaz looked like she was going to faint, staring in desperation at Faye with her hands twisting in front of her.

“What now?” Faye said, and despite the pale complexion there was a glint of lust in her eyes. “What are you going to do?”

I strode to my desk and cleared the paperwork in one strong sweep. I pointed at the empty space. “Both of you. Right here. Right fucking now.”

Faye came without hesitation, smiling as she folded herself over my desk. She flashed me a look over her shoulder. “It was worth it, whatever you dish out. You were fucking beautiful like that.”

“Shut your dirty fucking mouth,” I snapped. “Topaz, now. I’m not fucking playing.” Topaz shuffled over, and the nerves made her so pretty. I tapped the space next to Faye. “Bend over, arse in the fucking air.”

She took her position and she was no longer snared under Faye’s spell, she was right back to my sweet little barmaid. My semi was no longer a fucking semi, either.

I hitched Topaz’s skirt up over her arse, admiring the swollen little mound I’d been fucking just minutes before. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and she lurched forwards. “Relax,” I snapped. “I haven’t even fucking hurt you, yet.” I ran a thumb over her wet little asshole. “Well, that’s a fucking treasure,” I said. “I haven’t seen a sweet virgin asshole for quite some time.”

Faye raised herself up onto her elbows. “Are you going to fuck her in the ass?”

“None of your fucking business,” I snapped. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” She was angry for just a moment before she smiled, but I saw it. I saw her in all her jealous glory, and it was as blissful as can fucking be. “Do you want me to stretch your virgin asshole, Topaz? Is that what you want?”

Her legs were shaking. “I don’t know, Mr Morgan, I … I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for, Topaz?”

“I … I don’t know, sir.”

She was a fucking natural and she didn’t even know it.

“What do you think, Faye? Shall I open up that tight little asshole?”

Faye maintained her smile. “It’s none of my fucking business, like you said.”

“Quite,” I said. “But I’m asking you anyway.”

Her eyes were dark, hard to read. “Just fucking punish us,” she hissed. “But punish me harder, Andy. It was my idea.”

“Don’t worry,” I snapped. “That’s a fucking given.” I ran my fingers down Topaz’s quivering thigh. “Grip the desk,” I said, “and don’t fucking move.” I ran my palm over her ass cheeks and she flinched beautifully. “As for you,” I said to Faye. “This is just the beginning.”

I lifted Faye’s skirt around her waist, then yanked her lace panties down around her knees. She shifted them apart as far as they would go.

“Brace yourselves.”

The sound of palm against ass cheeks was delicious. Topaz’s backside blushed pink in a heartbeat, and she cried out every single time I spanked her. Faye’s breathing quickened, but she didn’t make a sound, taking her punishment like the warm-up it was intended to be. She turned her face to Topaz, and her eyes were hooded, soaking in the other girl’s pain.

“You’ll say fucking sorry,” I hissed. “Topaz, tell me you’re fucking sorry.”

“Yes, Mr Morgan, I’m sorry!”

“What are you fucking sorry for, Topaz?”

“For having sex with you,” she whimpered. It was just the kind of ditzy answer I would have expected, and I fought the urge to smile. I slapped her hard enough that she scooted forward on the desk.

“No, Topaz. It’s for listening to fucking Faye that I’m punishing you.”

“Yes, Mr Morgan!”

I gave her five good hard slaps on her thighs, and she twitched and whimpered and wriggled her pink ass at me. I watched her carefully, reading the signs. Her breathing was rapid, but her posture was shifting, she was relaxing onto the desk, thighs parting just enough to be an invitation. She fucking liked this.

“Tell me what you deserve, Topaz.”

Just a slight hesitation. “A spanking, Mr Morgan. I deserve a spanking.”

“Slap her,” Faye hissed. “She fucking likes it. Slap her and fuck her, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I snapped. “I’m done with you telling me what I fucking want.”

When I slapped Faye I wasn’t aiming for her ass, my palm landed right between her thighs, punishing her dirty fucking slit. She howled and shifted her weight from foot to foot.

I spanked Topaz until she was jumping with every slap, until her ass cheeks were rosy red and her breath was coming out in ragged little gasps. I spanked her until her cheek was pressed to the desk, and she was staring at Faye with a hazy smile on her face. I spanked her until I knew I’d sealed her fate forever, until I knew she’d been spanked and fucking enjoyed it, until Faye reached out for her hand with a knowing smile and they held each other in a sweet little show of solidarity as they took their medicine.

And then I slipped my fingers between Topaz’s thighs, just enough to tease at her tender clit while she caught her breath.

“I hope you’ve learned your fucking lesson,” I said.

She nodded. “Yes, Mr Morgan.”

“You’d best not be fucking late in the morning, understand?”

“Yes, Mr Morgan.”

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and breathed in her scent for the memories. “Call a taxi from the bar.”

“Yes, Mr Morgan.”

She was off like a shot, stopping only to give a pathetic little wave from the doorway.

I leaned over Faye and she wriggled her tight little ass at me.

“Just you and me now,” I whispered. “You’re in a whole fucking world of trouble,
partner
.”

***

Faye

Andy was wired. Coiled tight and ready to explode in my face. My confidence had vaporised, the
take it, pretty boy
Faye Devere who’d consumed me so totally had turned tail and fled. Now all that was left was me, familiar Faye, the Faye that had knelt at Vincent’s feet and taken every fucked up thing he had to give. The Faye that wanted to believe in Vincent’s romanticised ideals of
becoming,
the Faye that felt jealous and angry and confused, but pretended she wasn’t, that she was fine, and hot, and horny and still fucking loving it. Maybe I was still fucking loving it. My pussy was still aching for more, the nerves in my stomach still fluttering at the thought of Topaz riding Andy’s hard fucking cock to orgasm. I’d wanted him to take her tight virgin asshole, I’d wanted him to take her and make me watch, make me tell him how much I loved it, how much it pleased me to see him use another woman’s body over mine. So, why did it feel so fucking bad?

The low simmer of jealousy was back. I’d been fighting it for years, through agonised months where Vincent forced my instincts down my throat at every opportunity until I learned better. Until I transcended the idea of possession, and learned to
become
something more. The ultimate submissive, the ultimate lover, the ultimate player. The ultimate muse for his ultimate novels.

I didn’t feel quite so fucking ultimate right now. My nerves were frayed to shit.

“You liked it,” I repeated, maybe more for myself than for him. “Your cock was like an iron fucking rod with Topaz’s sweet little pussy on offer. You wanted her, I made it happen. You should both me thanking me.”

“Shut up, Faye,” he said. “Just shut the fuck up.” He stalked to my desk, and my heart stuttered as he grabbed my box of tricks from their hiding place. He tore into it, tossing out bubble wrap like a fountain. “Let’s see what other tricks you had up your fucking sleeve, shall we?”

I cringed as he pulled out the bottles of heavy duty lube, the bondage tape and the tongue forceps and the extra-large enema syringe.

“Well, well, well,” he said. “Don’t you have quite the collection?” He stacked up dildos and vibes, and one of those perineum butt plugs designed to seek out a man’s anal hot zone. I pressed my face into my hands, knowing exactly what was coming next. The strap-on was buried right at the bottom, a solid black monster designed for both depth and fucking girth. The Emperor, they’d called it, and rightly so. Even I’d taken a breath when I’d seen the thing in the flesh. “And this was for Topaz, was it, Faye?”

“You know exactly who it was for, Andy.”

He laughed, a horrible snarky laugh. “You really think you’re going to fuck me with
this
? Do I look like some sappy little man-slave? What is it that makes you think for one second I’d let you push me that far?”

A stupid fantasy. A stupid horny ridiculous dream.

“Don’t knock it til you try it,” I smiled. “You’d look good with it buried to the fucking hilt, it might teach you a little humility. It could be therapeutic.”

“Don’t fucking count on it.” He checked the box was empty, then dumped it back on the floor. “I hope you enjoyed your little moment, let’s see if you think it was still worth it when we’re done.”

My traitorous clit fluttered like a whore. “Come on, then, pretty boy,” I said. “You’d better get started.”

He was on me in a heartbeat, pinning me to the desk while his fingers twisted in my hair. He yanked my head back, his breath hot on my neck. “Don’t you dare fucking call me that again, not on my time.”

I wriggled my ass against him. “Come on, then,
sir.
Show me who’s boss. Punish me. We both need this.”

“Stop telling me what we need.
I’ll
decide what
we
fucking need.” He lowered his voice, and the sinister edge gave me tingles. “So much bravado,” he said. “But I know you’re nervous. I can feel you shaking, feel your pulse racing. I can hear that ragged little gulp in your breath that comes when you’re about to lose it. I know you, Faye Devere, and you’re not as fucking ballsy as you think you are.”

“Whatever you say,
boss
.”

He eased up the pressure, and his hands trapped my hips, rolling me onto my back. His eyes were on mine and they were dark, and angry, and dangerous. God, I wanted him like this. This was the Andy Morgan I’d been crazy for, the one who could’ve meant something, meant everything. “I want to know two things,” he said. “And then I’m going to give you what’s owing.”

“What
things
?”

“Firstly, did you pull that crazy shit because you wanted to watch Topaz morph into princess fucking slutty, or because you wanted the punishment you’d get as a result?”

“Both,” I replied, quickly. “I wanted all of it, including what’s coming next.” I admired the smudged lipstick on his chest. “What’s number two?”

He took hold of my chin, forcing my gaze back onto his. “Did it make you jealous? Are you jealous now, Faye? Does the thought of me fucking Topaz’s sweet little cunt twist you up inside?”

I forced a smile. “Jealous? Of course not.”

“She’s probably still out there, waiting for her taxi. I could go out there and fuck her over the bar, show her how good it feels to have a nice thick cock in her ass. That wouldn’t mean shit to you, is that what you’re claiming?”

I gritted my jaw. “Jealousy is a beautiful thing, Andy, but it has no place in any true sexual freedom.”

He rubbed a thumb across my lips. “That’s the biggest load of fucking bullshit I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not bullshit! True sexual freedom transcends jealousy, it transcends everything. It’s about letting go, reaching the heights of human experience, loving without inhibition, without boundaries, without possession. Go and fuck her, if that’s what you want. I’d be happy for you, both of you.”

“I hate that fucking idiot and I’ve never even met the prick,” he said. “Vincent cunting Blackthorne, Class-A fucking tosser. Where is that shit even from? The Vincent Blackthorne fucking bible?”

“He has his faults,” I said. “His ideology isn’t one of them. It’s beautiful.”

The corners of his mouth dropped into a scowl. “It’s beautiful, is it, Faye?”

I nodded. “Yes, it is.”

“And that’s why you ran away? Because it was too fucking beautiful?”

Anger sliced up my spine. “I didn’t
run away
because of the sex, Andy. I loved the sex, I loved all of it. I loved
him
.”

“All of it?” His question was loaded, dripping with the unspoken, and my stomach lurched at the implication.

Surely not. I’d never have reckoned on him finishing the first book, let alone braving the sequel.

I forced a smile. “Yes, Andy, all of it. Every dirty, filthy, horny fucking bit of it.”

With fire in his eyes he stormed to the gurney and lowered the rail with an angry clank. He moved the cuffs, and tossed the used rubber into the bin. It left a big wet smear on the padding, and I found myself wondering if he’d make me lick it clean. “Here,” he said. “Now.”

I approached slowly, warily, nervous at what the fuck lay in front of me, but too turned on to care. I took a seat and swung my legs up, but Andy didn’t simply cuff me to the rails like I had him. He lifted my legs over the sides and stretched me until it hurt, he cuffed me at full tension, where the angle of my legs strained hard and my sopping pussy was spread wide on display. The metal railings bit into my thighs, but there was nothing I could do about it, I could hardly move an inch. I groaned as he took my wrists and pulled them high. He stretched them out over the top of the gurney and fastened the cuffs on the lowest rail they would reach.

Oh the ache, stretched to the limit with nowhere to move. My calves were already twitchy, shoulders beginning to ache from the strain. He appeared between my legs with the fat black strap-on in his hands, and for the first time I was actually nervous of him. He smiled as he saw it in my eyes.

“Don’t fancy it, then, Faye? Aren’t you going to show me how it’s done?” He slapped the thing hard against my pussy and it thumped, it actually fucking thumped.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Do it, if that’s what you want.”

I flinched as he threw it across the room. It slammed into the filing cabinet, letting off an almighty crash before it bounced onto the floor. “And what other things should I want, Faye? What other dirty, filthy fucking things would you take for me?”

Oh God the ache in my limbs, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my fucking pussy. He was taking me there, to that glorious, hedonistic point of no return, and I wanted it, oh fuck, how I wanted it. “
Anything
,” I whispered. “Take whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want, just make me feel dirty, Andy. Make it fucking dirty.”

“How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? Do you like it there, spread fucking wide at my mercy? Ready to take whatever filthy shit I throw at you?”

“Yes, I like it. You liked it, too. We both like to skirt the edges, Andy, where the real dirty gets going, only you don’t know it yet, not like I do.”

“Let’s see how you like this little payback.” His fingers forced their way inside my mouth, hooking inside my cheeks to spread my lips wide. “Open up, I want to see all the way down your pretty fucking throat.”

I didn’t have a choice, and I didn’t want one. I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and then there was the only smell of him, the weight of him, hot and musky as he pulled my head back and angled his cock for the back of my throat. He pushed in deep, so deep that my cheeks billowed out like a chipmunk’s, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, retching around his prick as he jammed it all the way in.

“Take it,” he growled, grinding his hips. His balls were against my nose, slapping against my face as he fucked my throat. I coughed and spluttered, hacking up big wet streamers of spit, and he rubbed it all around my face, down over my tits where he pinched my nipples until I yelped around his cock. “Two can play this game,” he said. “Anything you can do, I can do just as fucking bad, Faye, remember that.”

He pulled out and I gulped in air through my burning throat.

I wasn’t prepared for the lash of his belt on my thighs. It stung, then smarted, but there was nowhere to wriggle, nowhere to go. The adrenaline rushed through me, and then came the endorphins, rolling in on the waves. He lashed the belt across my tits, sharp biting slaps designed to catch my nipples, and they worked, oh fuck, how they worked.

“Yes!” I said. “Fucking hell, yes!”

“Is that what you said to
him
, Faye? Is that what you said while he lined up his friends to plough your filthy little asshole?”

His words cut through the haze. “What? You read it?”

“Oh yes,” he hissed. “I fucking read it.”

He teased at my clit before he slapped me, pleasure before pain, blending together in a cocktail of pure fucking lust.

“How much?” I said. “How much did you read?”

“I didn’t need to,” he snapped. “Topaz handed me over her copy. She’d made some very useful highlights.”

I cringed at the thought. “You wouldn’t understand,” I whispered. “You haven’t been to that place, where you let go of every inhibition you ever had.”

“You’re right on that front,” he said. He disappeared out of view, and I knew what was coming. I heard the rustle of pages, and held my breath.

“‘My shackled magpie looked divine with her legs spread wide and her head propped up so she wouldn’t miss a thing. I opened the door and my guests came inside and formed a line. They fucked her holes, they fucked her pretty mouth, and every one of them came on her face and pushed their fingers down her throat until she was sick over her breasts.’ – Until you were sick? That’s some fucking fucked-up shit, Faye.”

“Like I said, you wouldn’t understand.” My heart was racing, the horrible nest of worms seething in my stomach.

He flicked the page, took a breath, “‘She fingered my dirty ass until cum shot from my prick, then I made her suck her shit-stained fingers clean.’ – I guess that’s that beautiful sex you were telling me about. It sounds fucking delightful, Faye, a real fucking peach.”

“Stop,” I said. “Don’t do this…”

Another page flicked, “‘Shackled into a tub in the centre of the room, sitting there in a little round basin with her mouth gagged open wide while my guests formed a ring around her and soaked her with piss. Oh how she gurgled for me, my pretty bird. My dirty little Magpie.’”

I pulled at my restraints but I couldn’t move, they wouldn’t budge. “Andy, please, don’t. I’m not there now, I’m here.”

“‘Suckling on a filthy old whore’s milky tit, eyelids fluttering in milk-greedy bliss as my guests stroke her pretty face. Such sweet noises she makes. ‘Good little girl… that’s our baby… Daddy Frank is going to love you now.’ Together my guests pull down her frilly cotton panties, and how she cries as
Daddy
Frank fills her little asshole with his wrinkly fucking meat.’ – Christ, Faye.”

I couldn’t even look at him, burning with humiliation, with lust and twisted fucking need as my clit still fluttered like it had in Vincent’s seedy fucking roleplays. Lust and regret and embarrassment, my skin prickled with all three. “I’m sorry,” I said, and felt the lump in my throat. “Just let me go, I’ll leave, I’ll walk away.”