His Dark Secret - Part 1 (Erotic Romance Serial Novel) (4 page)

We stood that way a long time,
clutching each other, until Scott broke off.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said. “This is exactly
how I want it.” He paused. “Just before this goes any further, I’ve got a small
request.”

I gave him my best coy smile.
“What would that be?”

He drew me into the bedroom, and
began rummaging through his closet. A few seconds later, he came back with a
skirt and top strikingly similar to the slave girl outfit I’d worn earlier that
day.

“Mind putting this on? Just for
me?”

I smiled, grabbing the dress, and
slipped into the bathroom.

“Sure, and I’ll even do a dance
for you.” At this last bit, I gave a wiggle of my hips then closed the door.

I found that this costume was not
exactly the same as the one before. The cut was similar, but somehow, left even
less to the imagination. The sash top was sheer and considerably thinner,
barely containing my breasts. And I didn’t have any tape to keep it in place
this time. But it felt far more comfortable, gently grazing my nipples. The
skirt, if you could call it that, was where the real surprise lay. It was just
a few strands of coin that hung from a g-string thong that clung to the inner
curves of my thighs and cheeks. No two ways about it, it felt uncomfortable,
foreign on my body.

The bathroom walls were all
covered in long sheets of mirror, so I was able to catch every inch the costume
revealed. Looking at my many reflections, I could more than accept the costume,
I owned it. Even visually, if not physically, I enjoyed the way the fabric
showed off my butt and created a sensual “V” between my legs.

Meekly, I opened the door to find
Scott sitting nonchalantly on the edge of the bed. He’d kicked off his shoes
and removed his coat, leaving his slacks and shirt sleeves. A video camera
stood on a tripod, a few feet away from the bed.

When he saw my eyes float to it,
my eyebrows raised in question he shrugged, “Something to remember the night
by.”

I hesitated, a little more nervous
now that I knew I was being recorded, but Scott’s easy smile made me feel at
ease.

“I think I remember something
about a dance.”

Blushing, I swayed my hips, side
to side, trying to find a rhythm. I closed my eyes, remembering the way the
music at the club had taken control of my pulse. My body answered, the movement
coursing through my spine, my limbs. My heart pounded, not sure whether it was
because I felt vulnerable in front of the camera or because I could feel
Scott’s hungry eyes on me. I opened my eyes, my arms stretching up above my
head as my knees dipped down. I didn’t have to wonder how this scene was
affecting Scott, the light from the bathroom catching each glinting coin of my
skirt, each curve of my body. His eyes smoldered with desire.

He crossed to me, bringing my
whole body against him. I felt the tip of him straining against his pants,
pushing between my legs, as our mouths met, warm and electric. I was
unbuttoning his shirt, his pants, all in a flash. Scott pushed me onto the bed,
climbing on top of me. He was kissing me again, my nipples rising in response
to the touch of his shirt. He had my hands above my head and he was fumbling
around out of sight. Something smooth and soft slid around my wrists, and then
grew suddenly tight. I jerked my hands, which barely rose above my head; he had
tied me to the posts of the bed.

Seeing me startled he
simultaneously kissed me and slipped the front of my thong to the side, playing
with my lips. I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my head up into the kiss. He
pulled back for a second, his fingers still playing with me.

“It’s just something that helps
me, tying up a girl. And if you feel uncomfortable, you can call a stop to this.”

A finger, two slid inside me and I
clenched around them.

“Whatever is going on down there,
don’t stop.”

He smirked, making a beckoning
motion as his fingers slid wetly, in and out. I gasped in response, as he
kissed me, first long and fierce at the mouth, then moving down to my breasts,
my stomach, diving deep between my legs. My arms worked against the silk
bindings; I wanted to grab his head as he lapped away at me, but I couldn’t,
the frustration adding to my state.

In all our years together, Jamison
had had me a number of ways, but he had never gone down on me. There was always
an aversion behind his eyes. But under Scott’s tongue I was awakening, the tip
flicking in and out as one hand played with my breasts.

“Oh Scott, stop that, you’re gonna
make me come too soon.”

Scott lifted his head, shoving
fingers into me that began to vigorously push me to the edge. He smirked up at
me as I writhed.

“What did you forget to say?”

I gasped, “Please, stop.”

“Better, but you have to do
something for me as punishment.”

Slowly, he untied me.

“Sit up.”

I complied, crossing my feet
behind me. He kneeled in front of me, the front of his boxers stretched out. He
reached behind me, grabbing the scarves, and thrust my arms up to their limits.

“Take off my boxers.”

Again, I strained against the
scarf, but he just pulled up harder. A glint entered his eyes.

“Take off my boxers.”

I leaned forward and bit into the
lining of his underwear. It to a few tries, but I got them down. He was fully
erect, waiting. It quivered under my hot breath.

“Suck it.”

Without saying anything, I wrapped
my lips around him, thrusting him into my mouth. My arms behind me, Scott
holding me up, I somehow bobbed my head, my tongue playing with the head of his
penis. At one point my front teeth scraped against the top of his shaft and he
shuddered.

“Careful. Just open up wider, let
your lips and tongue do the work.”

It didn’t happen again, and I
could feel Scott responding to my touch.

“Do you like sucking me off?”

I moaned my assent into him, and
he throbbed with the vibration.

“Do you want it?”

I pulled away, and with his
loosening grip, was finally able to grab ahold of and stroke him.

“I want you to fuck me, Scott.”

He was on the verge of correcting
me when I leaned forward, kissed the tip of his cock, and looking up at him
said, “Please, Scott, fuck me.” I kissed him again. “But first I want to see
you naked.”

He grinned, pushing me back. He
slid his boxers fully off, and slowly took of his shirt, revealing a toned,
lightly haired chest. I crawled to the back of the bed until I was against the
headrest. He was over me again, kissing me. With one hand he blindly reached
into the nightstand, retrieving a condom. With one motion, he ripped the
package open with his teeth and slid it on. He parted my legs, and entered
without removing the thong.

It wasn’t so much the size of him,
but how he felt inside me, as if we belonged like this, each body complementing
the other perfectly. We quickly found our rhythm, slow at first, but building.
Somehow Scott had a hold of the scarves again, my arms crossed behind my back.
It was a tension I could work against, with Scott trying to control me, my
every movement a rebuttal to his control.

One after the other, he lifted his
legs so his knees locked against the outside of my thighs, holding himself up
with one hand. In this position, he slid deep inside me, the shaft of him
rubbing against my clit. This was good, I was gasping. I wrenched my hands free
and dug into his back.

I could feel that he was close,
that he almost reached his limit, but he paced himself. He slowed down, then
pulled out, saying, “Turn on your side.”

When I did, he entered again, his
thrusts slow and deep. My legs curled up behind him, heels digging into his
firm butt. Something clicked inside me. I was close.

“Scott, please, faster.”

He was behind me now, beside me,
spooning me, holding my breasts and kissing my neck.

“Just like this Scott, yes, just
like this.”

I was bucking against him, my butt
grinding into his hip.

“Samantha, you’re wonderful.”

I picked up the pace, adding a
swivel into my motions. One of Scott’s hands snaked down between my thighs,
playing with me while taking me from behind. His other hand was resting on my
cheeks now, massaging. He lifted up my leg, crooking it forward. Somehow, with
this hand, he got a finger in beside his cock, each keeping an alternating
rhythm. He had me surrounded, playing every part of me beautifully. The
pressure, the movement, the kisses on my neck, each was working to push me
over.

“Scott, please, it’s too much,
just like that. Please, please, ungh!”

I shuddered, clenching around him,
my whole body shot through with electricity.

“Scott, keep going, please keep
going.”

He was grunting now in response,
deep and quiet in his chest. I could feel it vibrating into my back. Without
words, he flipped me onto my front. He was no longer holding back, driving deep
and fast into me. Suddenly, a sharp pain engulfed my right butt cheek,
coinciding with the sound of skin on skin. He’d spanked me! He’d spanked me,
and it turned me on.

“Do it again, Scott, please.”

He did, a few times, the back of
me burning under each strike. It was doing something for Scott because I could
feel him swelling more and more.

“I want you to come inside me.
Please, come inside me.”

He clenched my hair, pulling my
head back. I was on my hands and knees now, and Scott was giving in to a final
burst of energy.

“Samantha, you’re so good.”

“Am I?”

“Very good.”

The words were barely out of his
mouth before he sighed, collapsing on my back, still thrusting into me.

“Baby, I want you to finish,.” he
whispered.

“Keep going, I will. Can you keep
going?”

“I can.”

He reached between my legs again,
furiously rubbing my clit. I was wet enough at this point that it didn’t
matter. A few more strokes, and I gasped into the pillows, and we lay down next
to each other. Still inside me, hugged me from behind, hands cupping my
breasts. His chest was sweaty and heaving against my back. I turned my head to
kiss him, drawn out and tired.

“Samantha, that was-“

“Don’t say anything. I want to
fall asleep just like this.”

He complied resuming his previous
position. Warm and exhausted, we quickly fell asleep.

~~~

The next day, I woke up with my
head killing me. The sun was glaring through the large windows, and my first
reaction was to curl up with my head under the pillow. I felt a biting pain in
my leg, and realized I was still wearing the skirt from the night before; one
of the coins was digging into my skin. The whole night rushed to the forefront
of my mind in an instant: the bar, catty Cynthia, the ride in Scott’s private
car, the kiss we shared entering the apartment, me dancing in the light of the
bathroom, the sex we had with me tied up. I groaned.

“You finally awake then?”

I burst out of the folds of the
blankets to find Scott, in socks, boxers, and a clean button up shirt. He
seemed fresh and ready to get the day started, the exact opposite of where I
was. I sunk my head back into the pillows.

“I feel absolutely awful.”

“I’m sorry to hear that baby. Do
you need an aspirin?”

I got a thrill at hearing him call
me baby. “No I’ll make it through this. But thank you.”

Glancing up, Scott already had his
pants on, just finished buckling his belt. He sat down heavy on the side of the
bed, putting his shoes on. Instinctively, I curled around him in a hug.

“How are you feeling?”

“Energized and rested, thanks to
you. That was quite a night.”

I nodded in response. He smelled
wonderful like clean skin and smoky cologne. Too soon, he got up, kneeling
beside me.