S.E.C.R.E.T. (Secret 1)

Next, he placed his mouth on my stomach, and explored my belly button with his tongue. He trailed along the same path as his finger, and found me there and licked and nibbled, the whole time keeping his fingers circling around and just outside of me. I couldn’t believe the sensation, like I was slowly going uphill in a roller-coaster, higher and higher. I heard him moan, just slightly. Oh God, it was like a thousand nerve endings were finally awakening.

“Cassie, I love how you taste.”

Really? Was that possible?

His hands began to move up the length of my legs, spreading them farther open on the table. I had never felt so helpless, so vulnerable, before. I was exposed, all need and want. I was powerless, and happy to be so. I was on the rim of a thousand explosions, a million different sensations, and if he just kept going I would—And then he stopped.

“Why did you stop?” I cried out.

“You don’t want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“I want to … come. Like this. Just like this.”

His tawny skin, that face … I lay back down and covered my face with my hands again. I couldn’t watch. Then I couldn’t not watch. Suddenly I could feel something hot and wet circling my left nipple. His hand cupped the other breast firmly. His mouth was warm. He sucked and pulled on me, while his free hand left my breast and traveled back down over my quivering stomach, past my pubic bone and beyond. This time he slid two fingers inside me, gently at first, then urgently. Oh God, this felt so good! I tried lifting my knees to arch my back.

“Lie still,” he whispered. “You like that?”

“I do, I like it so much,” I said, throwing my arm up over my head, grabbing the top of the table. He stopped moving his fingers. Then he stood over me for a second, and took me in.

“You are beautiful,” he said.

Then he leaned over and placed his tongue on me again. He kept still for a hot, quivering second, while his breath blew life into me. Involuntarily, I pushed into his face. He could sense my need and started to lap at me, slowly at first. Then he used his fingers again. With the weight of his mouth and tongue on me, he licked me again, releasing his juices and mine. I could feel all the blood in my body shoot straight down there. Oh sweetness, this was so crazy! An incredible surge ran through me, a storm of something I couldn’t stop. He released his hands up to my breasts, while his tongue circled me at a perfect rhythm.

“Don’t stop!” I heard myself say.

It was all too much. I squeezed my eyes shut. The beautiful feeling just built and built, and I was coming hard against his face and tongue. When I was done, he pulled away and placed his warm hand over my stomach.

“Breathe,” he whispered.

My legs relaxed over the edge of the table. No man had ever touched me like that, ever.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. I had no words. I tried to catch my breath.

“You must be a little thirsty.”

I nodded again as a bottle of water appeared. I sat up to drink. He looked me over, seeming quite proud of himself.

“Shower off, beautiful,” he said.

I peeled myself off the table.

“Who has the power?” he asked.

“I do,” I said, smiling over my shoulder.

I stumbled towards the bathroom and took a hot shower, and afterwards, while towel-drying my hair, I had a realization. I ran out to the living room.

“Hey, I don’t even know your name!” I said, still rubbing my wet hair dry on a towel.

But he was gone. So was the massage table and my fantasy list that he was sent to fetch. The pla

ce was exactly as it had been before he arrived, except for one difference: resting on my side table was my first gold charm. I crossed the room to get it, and caught a glimpse of my face in the mantel mirror. It looked flushed, my damp hair snaking around my neck and shoulders. I picked up the charm and dangled it in the candlelight. It was embossed with the word Surrender on one side, a Roman numeral I on the other.