S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed (Secret 3)

“Shh. Don’t say anything, Will.” I brought my mouth in front of his. He lurched forward to kiss me but I thwarted his attempt. Not yet, I thought, I need to be stronger.

I worked the buttons of his jeans until they were all undone. He lifted for me as I used some muscle to pull them down and off his legs. His beautiful cock pillowed out of his boxers and unfurled into my warm, ready hands. Bringing my face to it I rubbed it across my cheeks, all the while watching his reaction. I could feel him thrust slightly, lifting himself towards my face, wanting, aching for some relief, for me to take him in my mouth.

“Fuck, I can’t,” Will moaned.

“You can’t what, baby?” I teased, the tiny tip of my tongue circling the opening of his hard cock.

“I can’t handle not being able to touch you,” he said, twisting in the chair.

“You’re doing a fine job, Will. In fact, I’m going to give you a reward.”

I reluctantly let go of his erection and stood before him, letting my hand travel down to tease myself.

“Do you want to see what you do to me, Will?”

“Oh god, yeah, please,” he said, his eyes on my fingers.

I kicked off my heels, and in the manner of the beautiful Angela, I lifted my foot and placed it on Will’s naked thigh. Lazy smile on my face, I let my thigh fall open so he could watch me circle and thrust into myself, my own finger a substitute for everything he wanted to be doing to me, my clit so hard and fat I winced at this new level of pleasure.

“Do you want to kiss it, Will?”

He nodded, his eyes ablaze. When he brought his mouth closer, I guided him by the chin, the feel of Will’s mouth on me like flashes of heat and fireworks, and as he licked me hungrily, gorgeously, I ran my fingers through his thick hair, feeling something akin to joy. I pulled his face closer, deeper. It took everything in me not to throw my head back and let this man make me come hard. But Matilda’s words rattled in my head: You can’t keep him. After you train him, you have to let him go. Just before I felt the build deepen, I saw it, I saw Will, I saw him doing this with Solange, to Solange. I saw my Will making Solange go mad with desire. That scene flashed before my eyes, and I gasped, pulling away, stepping just out of Will’s reach to catch my breath, instinctively covering my breasts with my hands.

Will lunged, bringing the chair a few inches with him.

“Don’t go away from me, Cassie, don’t. I have to touch you. This doesn’t feel real if I can’t touch you. Please untie me. I need to feel your skin …”

I looked at him helplessly bound like that, his shirt flapping open, his erection heavy across his taut thigh, his lips glistening with me.

“I can’t, Will,” I said, feeling the moment slide away and the tears stinging the corners of my eyes. “I can’t do this. Not with you. I’m sorry.”

I ran to him. My fingers shook as I untied him, and his head hung in quiet disa

ppointment.

“Don’t apologize, Cassie,” he said softly, as I liberated each of his arms.

Before I could dress and flee, he stood and looped one of his arms around my waist, pulling me hard to him. I squirmed. He gently tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

“Don’t ever apologize to me again, Cassie.”

“I feel so stupid for thinking that I could—”

“Can it be my turn to talk now?”

He took his thumb and rubbed what must have been smudged makeup off my cheek. Then he kissed my mouth, sweetly, firmly. Both arms now wrapped around my waist, he held me so tightly he squeezed the tears right out of me.

“I feel like an idiot. This was supposed to be sexy. It wasn’t supposed to end in tears.”

“Um, believe me, Cassie, that was … what you did, that was … seriously sexy.”

He kissed my forehead.

“Do you think you learned enough?”

“For what?”

“To pull off the fantasy?”