The Price Of Secrecy (6 page)

He
moved his hands down her torso and then under the skirt to caress her pussy,
which was already wet again. “And then I’m going to put you over my knee and
use each one on your lovely, round ass. You will take the swats I give you
because you are such a bad girl.”

She
moaned softly, and he flicked her clit with his thumb.
Oh fuck!
“In between using each toy, I will fuck you again.”
Oh God…
“I will fuck your pussy, and I
will fuck your mouth. I might even fuck your ass.”

She
was going to come if he didn’t stop touching her clit like that. Did he have
any idea what he did to her?
Probably
.
“If you come again, we will start all over again with the toys, and we will
keep going until you learn to come only when I tell you that you can.”
Yeah. He definitely knows what this is doing
to me.

He
turned her around roughly and cupped her face, his gaze dark and dangerous. She
moaned again as hot desire swept through her. “Do you understand the rules,
Angela?”

“Yes,”
she whispered. “Yes, I do.” This had just become the most erotic afternoon of
her entire life, and she couldn’t wait to see where it led.

Chapter
Nine

Dominic
was so ready to come again it was ridiculous. He hadn’t been able to talk
anyone into this fantasy for five years, and even then Becca hadn’t really
enjoyed it. She’d told him role playing was silly. He’d bought these damn
clothes ages ago, and only one woman had worn any of them. After Becca had
burned him, he’d nearly tossed out the entire collection, but in the end had
thrown out only the ones she’d worn.

If
Angela knew how dry his sex life had actually been for the past few years she’d
be surprised. He should probably tell her. Judging by a couple of her comments
today, she likely thought he was having sex all the time with multiple
partners. He wanted to set her straight so she didn’t think this meant nothing
to him.

Then
again, she also didn’t know the chance he’d taken in doing this at all, and he
hoped she never had to know. This was a huge leap of faith for him, and he
never wanted the reason why to be her burden to bear
..

He
reached around her, inhaling the muskiness of their recent lovemaking and her
perfume. She was intoxicating and so damn lush. He’d known she would be.
Dark-haired, dark-eyed girls were his one true weakness. The shorter ones were
even sexier because they were so portable. He loved to be able to pick them up
and move them around with ease.

He
caressed the wooden fraternity paddle. “This one for sure.” It always delivered
just the right punch, but some women found it too painful. She had enjoyed the
spanking, so he hoped he could ease her into this as well. “What do you think?”

She
touched it, running her hands along the edge. “It’s thick. I think it would
hurt.”

He
moved her hair aside and nuzzled her neck. “It will.”

“Then
I want it.”

He
groaned softly as he lifted it from the hook and placed it on the shelf below.
Now he needed something to balance out the unforgiving wood, so he chose a thin
leather flogger. It would sting, but the leather was soft enough for a
beginner. He moved his hands under her skirt and caressed her ass, his cock so
hard now it was painful. “You choose the next one.”

Her
soft, sexy moans drove him insane. She pushed back against him until he was
ready to say fuck it to the damn toys and simply sink his dick into her pussy
again.

“How
about this?” She took the cane off its hook. “Is this actual bamboo?”

“It
is, and it’s not for beginners. I doubt you could take too many swats with it.”

She
glanced over her shoulder. “Not even if you hit me lightly?”

Oh dear God and all the saints in
heaven!
“Does it
intrigue you?”

“Yes.”

He
plucked it from her grasp and placed it next to the flogger and paddle. “Then
we’ll use it, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Next
he chose a thick leather paddle with holes in it, and then a feather duster
because he really didn’t want her not to be able to sit down tomorrow. As an
afterthought, he plucked a silk blindfold from the collection.

“What
is that?”

He
trailed it over her breasts. “What does it look like?”

“Either
something to tie my wrists with, or a blindfold.”

He
nuzzled her neck again and she moaned. “As enticing as it would be to both tie
you up and blindfold you, I think we should start slowly.” He wrapped the silk
around her head and fastened the ends in a loose knot. “This will help you
concentrate only on the sensations and on my voice. You won’t have to
anticipate what I’m doing next, and you will have no decisions to make.”

“Oh
… this is … I didn’t expect it to be so decadent.”

He
chuckled softly. “Great word. Speaking of words, I want to give you two
safewords. Do you know what those are?”

“Yes.
I mean I’ve never used them. I’ve never done anything like this, but I read a
lot. I know what they are.”

He
smiled at what he now recognized as her nervous tone of voice. She was still so
young, but not immature by any means. Naivety in a woman had always been his
downfall. The idea of helping her explore this hidden side of her personality
excited him like nothing had for a long time. He wanted to show her everything,
and he hoped she would enjoy this experience as much as he already did.

“Good
girl. Use ‘yellow’ for anything you need, like water, or a bathroom break, or
if you’re feeling afraid or overwhelmed and just need to stop for a moment. Use
‘red’ to stop me immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes.
Yes, I do.”

“Then
come with me.” He took her hand. “Just walk. I won’t let you fall.”

He
led her to a large armchair and pushed away the footstool with one leg.
“There’s a chair in front of you. Lean over and place your hands on the seat.”
She did, and then he lifted her skirt and caressed her ass cheeks. The pinkness
he’d put there earlier was already beginning to fade. He intended to make her
ass all kinds of pretty colors before the night was over.

“You
have a perfect ass for this, Angela.”

“Thank
you,” she whispered, her voice filled with lust.

He
slipped a hand down her crack and then back up again, circling her puckered
hole. “Have you had anal sex before?”

She
moaned again, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hang on. “Once.”

“And?”

“Not
enough lube.”

“I’m
sorry to hear that. I promise you we will not let that happen.”

“Thank
you.”

“You’re
welcome. This isn’t about pain. It’s about sensations and pleasure. I’m going
to retrieve the toys. Stay like this until I return so you don’t fall.
Understood?”

“Yes.”

As
Dominic gathered the toys, condoms, lube, and a few bottles of water, he
glanced toward Angela every few seconds to make sure she was all right. His
life had just changed. He could feel it. While he was thrilled about that, he
also sent up a silent prayer that this wouldn’t backfire.

Not
only did he need to keep her safe from what lurked at the edges of his life,
waiting to strike him down at the first possible moment, but he needed to find
out what she was hiding. He hoped like hell he hadn’t just walked into a snake
pit and brought down more danger on his own head, because he really liked this
girl, and he didn’t want to give her up.

****

Angela
took deep breaths and cleared her head of everything except the sounds and
smells in the room. The blindfold really helped because every other sense was
heightened. She heard the songs of the fake birds outside, caught the scent of
sweat mixed with Dominic’s heady cologne, and she felt the movement of air as
he walked behind her.

She
heard him push what she assumed was the footstool closer to the chair, and then
she listened to a small piece of furniture being moved across the room. Soft
sounds that she thought might be objects being placed onto a wooden surface
reached her ears. Those must be the things he said he was going to retrieve.

 
As his hands caressed her body through the
blouse and under her skirt, she moaned loudly in surprise and pleasure.
“There’s a table next to the chair with everything on it we will need. I’m
going to push the footstool even closer and have you kneel on it, with your
torso, arms, and head resting on the chair seat so your ass is in the air. Do
you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You
will be kneeling close to the edge of the footstool, so I want you to stay as
still as possible while in that position. I don’t want you to become
disoriented and fall. If you need a break, use your safewords. Do you
understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good
girl.” He pushed the footstool closer and helped her kneel where he wanted her
to, and then she listened to him move around the room. His bare feet padded against
the carpet, and his scent wafted past her nose. His hands caressed her, and
each time they did, she moaned softly.

“Remember
what I said about orgasms, Angela. Not until I say you can. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”
He was totally nuts if he thought she could stop it, but she would try.
Assuming she could even think by then.

He
lifted her skirt, and then he reached around and played with her nipples
through the blouse. “This is pretty, but it’s in my way.” Before she could
react to his words, he simply tore open the fabric. She cried out at the sheer
power of the gesture as the buttons plodded softly against the carpet.

“That’s
better.” He grasped her breasts, kneading them in his strong hands. “Now you’re
mine, bad girl. You can’t get away from me, and you have to take your
punishment. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Say?
She couldn’t even think right now.
“I’m sorry and I won’t do it again?”

“Nice
apology, but it’s too late.”

His
words sent chills down her spine as he let go of her breasts and moved behind
her. She tensed, waiting, but when something touched her it was only the
feather duster, grazing her ass cheeks and the backs of her legs. He lightly
teased them before caressing the same areas with his fingers, and then moved
the feather duster underneath to brush it over her nipples and pussy. Each pass
caused more goosebumps to break out on her skin.

“I
guess you’re not ticklish,” he said.

She
didn’t answer. Words weren’t possible right now. The anticipation was
intoxicating. When would he use the flogger, one of the paddles, or the cane,
and where? Would he strike her hard at first, or would he ease into it with
each toy?

His
hands caressed her again, and he moved her hair aside to kiss her neck. She
made soft noises and angled toward his touch each time. Because she was never
sure where he was going next, her excitement grew to a fevered pitch. She was
still dressed, but everything was exposed to him, and that was sexier than if
she’d been naked.

The
memory of him simply ripping open the blouse played in her mind, sending fresh
desire coursing through her as he lifted the back of the top, exposing her
skin. The falls of the flogger caressed her skin next, from her back to her
nipples. They brushed over her ass cheeks and then underneath to graze her
pussy. He passed them across the backs of her legs, and then he returned to her
ass cheeks again and repeated the process, never going in the same order twice.
It kept her guessing, and she whimpered softly.

By
the time he began to strike her with it, she was trembling both from
anticipation and desire. The falls only stung a bit at first, but with each
pass over her body he increased the strength of his swats until her skin felt
warm and toasty. It didn’t hurt, per se, but rather gave the sensation of
having had a vigorous massage.

She
heard the sound of a condom, and then his cock was inside her pussy from
behind, fucking her slowly. “Good girl,” he crooned. “The flogger has warmed up
your skin nicely and now the real fun will begin, but first…”

She
groaned loudly as he reached underneath to play with her clit. He continued to
torture her with slow thrusts in and out. Another climax poised, right on the
edge, and sweat broke out along her hairline as she gritted her teeth and tried
not to come.

“You’re
close, aren’t you?”

“Yes,”
she whispered.

His
soft chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “Too bad. Don’t do it.”

“How
am I supposed to hold it off with you touching me like this?”

He
kissed her back. “Learn to deal with it, Angela. This is how I like to play.”

“Sadist,”
she whispered.

“No
shit.”

The
humor in his voice made her giggle, but that sound soon turned to loud yells
when he pulled out and swatted her ass with the wooden fraternity paddle. “Holy
shit!”

“Was
that a safeword?”

“No.”

Another
soft chuckle sent fresh desire racing through her body. Angela bit her lip and
tried to keep breathing as the paddle smashed into her ass five times in a row,
in quick succession. He barely gave her time to recover in between the swats.
The pain and pleasure became one, and she floated away into a haze of emotion
and bliss. Every happy thought she’d ever had came rushing to the surface until
all she felt was joy.

He
stopped swatting her, and then he was back inside her pussy, moving his dick in
and out in slow, deep thrusts that sent her arousal to insane heights. She came
before he even touched her clit again, and of course there was no way to avoid
him knowing she’d done it.

“Oh,
Angela…”

“As
if I could help it.”

He
fucked her roughly until her orgasm stopped, and then he lifted the blindfold
and kissed her, hard. “You’re in very big trouble now.”

Angela
smiled. She knew that, and she also knew there was no place else she’d rather
be at that precise moment. This was the culmination of every fantasy she’d ever
had, plus a few she’d never come close to imagining. She wanted to experience
everything this strong, sexy man had to give her.