Dirty Bad Secrets (26 page)

I kicked a simple padded mat across to the middle of the room, and pulled the ceiling-strung shackles from their fastening at the wall. I locked them into place between us, and silently he offered me his wrists. My clit pulsed like a crazy thing as I fastened him in, and my breath was ragged as I raised the chains until he was on his toes. I could see every muscle in his arms, every ripple of his chest, and it was gorgeous. I walked around him, running a hand up the plains of his back and giving his ass a good squeeze.

“I’m ready,” he said. “Do it, Faye.”

I took out the strap and landed it across his shoulders. Just enough of a bite for a warm up. His skin flashed pink all the same and oh fuck, my pussy was wet. “I’m going to hurt you,” I said, softly. “It’s going to really hurt, Andy.”

He nodded. “I know.”

I pinked him up with the strap, and gave him ten hard strikes with the cane, but this was all common ground. He flinched, breath heavy, but he didn’t falter, didn’t even break up a sweat. I snaked my hands around his waist and took his cock in my hand, and he was hard. He wasn’t going to break easily, not at all.

I gave him another ten and these were quicker, harder. He grunted and gritted his teeth, but he didn’t say a word. The next five I landed on his thighs, and he moved in his chains, just a step. He took a breath, recomposed himself. But I didn’t
want
him composed. I wanted him broken.

I knew what I had to do, but I was nervous. Really nervous. I unravelled the telephone cable and doubled it, wrapping one end around my hand. I tested it through the air and it made a savage whirring noise. It would bite, and mark, and cut. It would hurt, too. It would hurt so fucking bad.

His eyes widened as he saw it, and he swallowed. “Good choice.”

“You’ll bleed,” I said, but my voice was firm.

“Yes.”

“Don’t fight it,” I whispered. “Don’t wait for it to be over. It won’t be over until you give up.”

“I know.” He took a breath. “Do it.”

I took a breath, too. Then took up position at his side, just a pace behind him. I tightened my grip on the wire, and aimed steady. It cracked diagonally across his back, and he jerked forwards, clenching his fists around the chains. The stripe was instant, red and angry. I crossed it with the second, and he grunted. The chains rattled. The next one curled, and he twisted in the cuffs, the loop of the wire biting the tender flesh of his ribcage.

He was tense, so tense, and my mouth turned dry at the realisation he was fighting.

“Don’t fight,” I breathed. “Andy, don’t fight this.”

But he couldn’t help it. The next one coiled around his waist, and he did cry out then, a sharp yowl as it landed. I followed it quickly, and his breath turned shallow.

“Fuck,” he snapped. “Fuck, that fucking hurts.”

I gritted my teeth at his tone, and picked up pace, and he twisted, arms straining but going nowhere.

“Come on,” I said. “Give it up.”

He cried out properly as I curled a lash around his hips, and again as I doubled up on the lashes across his back, and he was shaking, sweating, but still fucking fighting. The next drew blood for the first time, just a fleck, the first cut, but it must have hurt him, as he lowered his head, hissing out expletives under his breath.

I pressed myself against his back and he flinched. His marks were beautiful, loops of raw red pain, a stunning pattern. I traced a loop with my tongue, wrapping my arms around to squeeze his cock. It sprang back to full hardness, and I jerked him off until he relaxed. And that’s when I fucking hit him, over and over until the chains were straining and his knuckles were white. He’d lurch forward with every lash, and his legs were shaking.

“Please,” I hissed. “Please just give it up.”

“I don’t know how,” he growled, and he meant it. “Jesus, Faye, I don’t know how.” It nearly broke me. I lowered the cable and sighed, and his eyes met mine over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not sure.” I shrugged. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Darkness flashed in his stare, goading me, driving me. “Do it,” he snarled. “You wanted this, you see it fucking through. No fucking chicken shit here, Faye. Just me and you. This is your fucking fantasy. Take it.”

I raised the cable, but my stance was weak. “It’s ok,” he said, and his voice was softer. “Do this, Faye, don’t fucking stop.”

I kissed his shoulder, and it was all me in charge, not some ridiculous Vincent-style protégé. There was only me.

And then I did it, I did what I needed to do. I whipped him without mercy, without restraint, and he snarled, and howled and jerked. And then he shook, really shook, and his back was a beautiful crosshatch of pain, blood pooling and spilling, and it was stunning.

“Good,” I hissed. “That’s right.”

I whipped him until his knuckles loosened around the chains, until he was limp and willing, taking whatever came without fight, just grunting with the pain, and then I stood before him, and his eyes were glazed.

“Are you ready?” I cupped his chin. “Andy, are you ready?”

His eyes closed and he shook his head, and my heart lurched. “No. I’m not ready.”

I stayed where I was, and recoiled the cable. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “This is really going to hurt.”

I whipped his front, and it flamed red. His knees buckled as I caught a nipple, and he didn’t recover. He hung slack, panting hard, covered in angry red welts, and still I whipped him. My eyes welled and still I kept those lashes coming, and it was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced, the greatest gift he could have offered.

Finally, when I didn’t think I could hit him anymore he said the words.

“Stop,” he said. “Please, stop. Faye, stop. I’m done.”

I looked into his eyes. “You’re not ready, Andy. I know you’re not ready.”

“Wait,” he said, then caught himself. “Oh fuck, Faye, just do it. Fucking hit me.”

I hit him again and again, and we got somewhere. He looked at me through every lash, and he stopped crying out. His body was mine. Acceptance of his fate in my hands, acceptance of my punishment.

My eyes welled up, and I smiled, and pressed my lips to his chest. “Oh God,” I breathed. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as you are now.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t ask for anything. Didn’t ask for more, didn’t ask to stop. I ran my fingers down his chest and took his cock, gripped him tight until he moaned. I pushed my fingers in his mouth. “Make them wet.”

He did as he was told, and didn’t even flinch as I slid two fingers in his ass, he just groaned, pleasure and pain inseparable. His endorphins would be spiking, and his mind still, I knew exactly how it was in that place.

I smiled.

He was ready.

I lowered the shackles until he was on his knees, and pressed his mouth tight against my pussy. “Lick me,” I hissed. “Love me.”

His eyes were like coal, as they stared up at me, hazy but full of willing. He looked up at me like I was everything, like I was all he’d ever need, and it made me cry.

“I’m going to take you now,” I said. “And I’m going to make it feel good, I promise.”

I fell to my knees and kissed his mouth, and he was right there, loving me, wanting me.

“It’s time,” I said, and he nodded.

***

Andy

My skin was on fire, muscles twitchy, mouth dry, but I was floating. High as a fucking kite soaring the skies. And there she was, Faye, the crazy hedonistic little temptress who’d taken me there. I was done fighting. She could have me, all of me, however she wanted. She lowered the shackles until I dropped to my knees, and then guided me forwards onto all fours. She knelt between my thighs and I heard the squelch of lube. Her tongue came first, hot and squirmy, burrowing its way inside without hesitation, twirling around, lapping me up, and the sensation sent me higher. I held my breath as she opened me up with her fingers, two, then three, and she was firm, pressing in deep and circling her knuckles until I was making such disgusting fucking noises. But I didn’t care about that, either. It felt good.

I groaned as she used two hands, two fingers of each, and she stretched me, pulling me wide. I heard her gasp, and she was getting off on it. I glanced back over my shoulder to find her sitting on her heel, grinding that sweet little pussy as she opened me up.

“I can see inside you,” she moaned, and I think she was practically as gone as I was. “Oh fuck, Andy, I can see inside your gorgeous fucking ass.” She pushed in deep. “I want more,” she whispered. “I need more.”

“Take it,” I said. “Take whatever you want.”

She pressed her hand against my back and I flinched. “Lie down,” she said. “Relax.”

I did as she said, and it felt good against the mat, no effort needed to move, no effort needed for anything. My breath was steady, my heart pounding, but it was nice. Really nice.

I followed her with my eyes, watching her as she fastened on that strap-on. She held it in her grip like a real cock.

“Look at me,” she said, but she needn’t have, I wasn’t looking anywhere else. “I’m going to put this inside you, you’re going to take it, all the way.” She smiled, and it was a smile on the edge. She rubbed that big fake dick and her eyes were glazed with her perverted desires. “Tell me you want it.”

My voice was raspy. “I want
you
.”

“Good,” she breathed. “That’s good enough.” She knelt at my face, and her hands were so gentle, so kind. “Kiss it,” she whispered, and her fingers were guiding me, raising my head enough to kiss that shiny black dick. She stroked my hair and it felt lovely, soothing. “Open your mouth,” she said, and I did it. It tasted of plastic and sweat, and vomit, too as my mouth stretched wide and she pushed it to the back of my throat. This time she wasn’t rough, she was so calm, stroking my face and murmuring how wet this was making her, how horny it was making her, how she was already on the verge of coming. She pulled it out with a wet plop, and her lips were on mine. “Thank you,” she said. “This is the greatest gift I’ve ever had.”

“Take it, then,” I said. “Fuck me.”

Her mouth actually dropped open, and she closed her eyes. “Please say that again…”

“Fuck me.” My voice hardly sounded like mine. “Fuck me.”

“Yes…” she hissed. “Oh God, yes…”

She moved behind me and spread my thighs, pushing one leg out at an angle before placing herself between them. Her palms massaged my sore back, and it made me groan, but it was a nice burn, a nice pain. My cock was hard under me, hard for her. A cold dribble, and lube was all over my ass. It squelched as she rubbed it over her dick, inside my ass crack, and squelched louder as she pushed two fingers in and rubbed it inside me.

“Stay relaxed,” she said, “nice and relaxed.”

And there were her fingers again, but more this time, four maybe, I don’t know. I felt so full, and it was a burn, an ache… a hot, low growly ache. I groaned, but it wasn’t with pain.

“That’s it,” she said softly. “You’re so ready for this, your asshole is wide open for me. Oh God, Andy… it’s beautiful…” She let out a little whimper, and I knew she was touching herself.

I took a breath. “Now,” I said. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Faye.”

***

Faye

I had to still my fingers, pull myself back from the edge or I’d have come right there, staring at Andy’s gorgeous gaping asshole, and I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to ride this on the edge, on a high.

He was so wet, swimming in lube, so much that his loose hole would splutter and dribble whenever I fingered him. I positioned the strap-on, tingling as I realised it would still be a stretch. I braced my hands on his hips, using my bodyweight to nudge my way inside. He grunted as his hole stretched tight around the head, and it lengthened into a pained moan as I kept on pushing. The head sucked in with a squelch, but he was tighter inside. His ass fought me. Fought the depth.

I moved my hips in lazy circles, fucked him slowly.

“Yes,” I said. “Take it. Relax onto it.”

His asshole opened the way a delicate flower spreads its petals, giving just a little more with every nudge, and fuck how his insides gurgled and spat for me. I shifted, spreading my weight more evenly, my tits pressed against his sore back as I slowly worked my hips, slowly worked that cock in deep. I could feel him tensing, and he’d grunt and groan, every muscle wired until he gave up more ground. It became easier, wetter, my hips moving ever more freely as he let me in.

“Halfway,” I breathed. “Oh fuck, Andy, I’m over halfway in.”

“It burns,” he rasped. “It hurts, Faye. It fucking hurts.”

“It’ll feel better soon,” I soothed, kissing his shoulder. “I promise it will feel better.”

One concerted thrust and he cried out, but I was almost there. I wriggled my hips, burrowing a path, and his muscles relented, I sank to the hilt and he caught his breath.

“I’m inside you,” I said. “All the fucking way. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep I am?” I circled my hips and he groaned and my clit throbbed against the strapping.

“I’m too full,” he grunted. “I can’t… It feels… I need to…
go
…”

“You don’t.” I smiled against his skin. “Trust me. I’ve been there. I know how this feels.”

“Your turn next, then,” he growled, and I knew in that moment he’d be absolutely fine. He could take this.

I fucked him slowly, long deep strokes, and I felt it changing for him, pain morphing into something else entirely. Hell, I knew, I’d fucking been there. And the thought of Andy Morgan submitting to it sent raptures through me, through my pussy, through my tits. I squeezed at my aching nipples as I ground into him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fucking hell, that feels weird.”

“It feels good, I know,” I said. “I promised it would.”

His breath came in gasps as I picked up pace, and his ass was slippery and willing. He bloomed and opened, squirming under me, and I knew then he was mine. He wanted it. I grinned like a lunatic, lifting myself for greater leverage as I grabbed onto his hips and fucked him good. I fucked him until he was grunting again, but it wasn’t in pain. His thighs were tense, and ever so subtly he began to raise himself, grinding against the mat and up to meet my big plastic dick.

“That’s right,” I hissed, teasing the stripes on his back. “Fuck me right back, work that beautiful hole right back at me.”

And he did. He fucking did.

“I’m fucking close,” he said. “Fuck, Faye, I’m going to shoot my fucking load all over that fucking mat if you’re not bastard careful.”

My Andy was back, the haze of endorphins clearing, replaced with something much more… primal. I liked it. It was fucking perfect.

“I want to see your face.” I was breathless, so breathless. “Fuck, Andy, I want to see you. I need to see you.”

I pulled that cock out with a slurp, and he moaned at the emptiness.

“Jesus, Faye, my ass feels fucking broken. What the fuck have you done to me?”

“It will be alright.” I grinned to myself. “I have first-hand experience.” I slapped his hip. “Roll over,” I said. “Knees to your chest.”

He didn’t object, and he hadn’t been lying. His cock was dark and glistening wet, just about ready to blow. I looked from his burning eyes to his gaping asshole. Teasing it open with my fingers just to appreciate the view. It was red and raw, filthy and divine. That dirty pink tunnel was raw and gaping fucking wide, just like I’d fucking dreamed of. Oh fuck, how I’d dreamed of this.

“Beautiful.” I smiled, and then I took him all over again. He cried out as I pushed my way in from the new angle, but his ass took it all, I sank that cock all the way in, and it was hot as fucking hell, hot as I’d ever fucking seen, and with every thrust my pussy clenched and my clit spasmed greedily. It was pure fucking heaven.

He shifted up onto his elbows, just enough to raise his head, and I was straight at his mouth, my tongue slipping between his lips and tangling with his. He kissed me right back, and his eyes were open,
mine
were open, wanting everything, wanting to see every little thing.

His cock was against my belly, pulsing and twitching.

“Don’t come,” I murmured. “Please not yet.”

“I’ll try.”

“Try hard.” I smiled. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

He tipped his head back, and I admired the view, admired everything. His ass was squelching and seeping, taking everything I was giving, and it was divine bliss. Dirty divine bliss.

“If you’re planning on doing something you’d better do it quick,” he growled. “I can’t hold off much longer.”

I eased that strap-on out slowly, and that gorgeous hole winked and spluttered at the loss.

I was all in, and I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know it. No limits, no boundaries, just all fucking in.

He hissed out his breath as I lowered my face to snog his empty asshole, reaching out to grab at my hair. “Are you crazy?” he growled. “That’s fucking filthy, Faye.”

“I like it,” I groaned. “I like
you.
”

“You’re beyond…” he mumbled. “Just fucking beyond…”

He couldn’t deny he liked it, his whole body jolted as I fucked him with my tongue, and it was nasty, and wet, and slippery and fucking delicious.

“Dirty. Fucking. Bitch,” he growled.

I wiped my lips on my hand as I came up, and he pulled a face. He was hard as fucking iron, though, his balls tight and hot and ready to fucking go.

I took off the strap-on, threw it aside, and my fingers were straight at my clit. I wasn’t far off.

I straddled him and took his cock in one, and then I rode him, hard, and he was right back at me, bucking and thrusting and snarling until I squealed. I came so hard that I stopped breathing, every muscle quivering as I braced myself on his shoulders. My head lolled back, and heat exploded behind my eyes. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard and filled me up, growling fucking nonsense as he joined me in the abyss, and neither of us moved for a long time, rigid and spent and on another fucking planet until we came down again.

I collapsed onto his chest, and he gritted his teeth at the pain as he folded me in his arms. I listened to his heart, and it was booming. His breath deep and fast.

And then I giggled.

And he laughed.

And the whole thing seemed hilarious, euphoric, ridiculous.

“You are officially fucking crazy.” He smiled. “I’m telling you now, Faye Devere, whatever just happened was fucking insane.”

“Good insane,” I grinned. “We like good insane around here.”

He raised his eyebrows. “There’s no way I’m kissing you, not after that. Not until you’ve washed your dirty fucking mouth out with bleach and a hundred fucking Hail Marys.”

“Oh yes you are,” I laughed and planted my lips right on his.

It turns out he was lying.

***

Faye

I loved the man. I loved the man. I loved the man.

And
he
loved
me
.

Let’s face it, nobody takes a dirty kiss like that unless it’s the real deal.

And he’d taken everything from me.
Everything
.

I watched him dress with a smile on my face. It was a slow process, with a lot of expletives, but he managed to pull off sexy businessman just fine with a sore ass and a back full of sex bruises. It was good to know.

“I need to clean up,” he said. “I’m going to get blood on my shirt otherwise. I don’t want to look like I’ve been in some crazy street fight.”

“I’ll meet you in the office.” I smiled. “I’ll clean up here, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t going to worry,” he smirked. “That’s definitely
your
fucking mess, Faye. Just make sure nobody comes in here until you’re done.”

I looked at the mat. “This may take a while.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He grinned and pressed his mouth to my forehead. “I’ll see you in the office, yes?”

I smiled. “I might have a dance on the way back.”

“Fine. I’ll be waiting.”

He unlocked the door and stepped outside and nobody would have been any the wiser of his little escapade. It made me smile.