Tied to His Betrayal (Dirty Little Secrets 2)

“You did.” He squats down next to me, revealing his dark smile, hooded eyes. “And let me guess, that’s my fault, too?”

I laugh softly because it’s all I can do. I’m flying, and all my nervous energy begins to slowly fizzle out into a kind of satisfaction I’ve never known. Somehow he made me feel sexy, beautiful, desired, and a little dirty all in one shot.

But then he’s there, his bare cock at my mouth. “Give me a treat, princess.”

I part my lips and Darius wraps his hand around my head, placing one foot up on the chaise, holding the chain, tugging on my neck with his other hand. His thick cock slides swiftly into my mouth as he thrusts his hips. He’s gentle and careful, but soon his thrusts become more urgent. Staring down at me, he’s watching his cock disappear in my mouth until it hits the back of my throat and he quickly withdraws. This is for him, I know that. I suck harder, giving him all I have to make him feel good. His moans come closer together, become more intense. Then he stops and grabs his cock drenched in my saliva, and I’ve never seen anything look hotter in my life.

“Open your mouth.” His jaw clenches, eyes intently focused. “Don’t close it.”

I part my lips wide for him. He strokes his cock once, then he works his hand hard and fast, thrusting his hips in rhythm with his hand. Then he’s shutting his eyes as his salty and warm semen shoots onto my tongue. He shudders once, moaning so very deep, before he opens his hooded eyes to me.

“Now swallow,” he orders.

I do as I’m told.

The side of his mouth lifts as he drags his finger across my lips. “Was that filthy enough for you, sweetheart?”

I kiss his finger. “I want more.” Then I suck on his thumb, nipping at the end.

His eyes flare, voice lowers. “Of course you do, princess.” Then he turns and approaches the wall of toys, grabbing a flogger. He swirls it in his hand and grins. “Want to change your mind?”

And as he strides back to me, I smile in return, shaking my bottom, teasing him, encouraging him to give me his all. “Hell no.”

Darius

Many, many orgasms later, I’m sitting on the chaise with Taylor lying between my thighs, draped over me like a blanket, my fingers threaded through her hair. Never, not once did I ever imagine bringing her to the place where I’ve indulged in my darkest fantasies.

Within these walls I’ve whipped, spanked, bound, and fucked women playing a submissive role to me. I’ve played the doctor, the teacher, the therapist, and so many other roles for women who crave those particular fantasies. I’ve had rough, wild, and hard-core sex. I’ve explored my hunger to own a woman’s body until she has nothing left to give me, until I’ve drunk her dry.

But with Taylor, it’s different.

I don’t want leather slapping her ass. I want to slap her ass. I don’t want to b

ind her every time because I want her to touch me, too. I don’t want to use toys on her right now. I want to drive her higher and get her there, using nothing but me, my hands, my mouth, my cock. Me.

I’m so lost in my thoughts and the realizations coming over me that when Taylor says, “Darius,” I jerk beneath her.

She laughs, rubbing her warm cheek across my bare thigh. “A bit lost in your head, are you?”

I reach for the blanket that’s fallen off her back, pulling it up to her shoulders, keeping her warm. “A little,” I admit, gazing upon her bronzed skin and the freckles across her shoulders.

“That’s okay. My mind is working a mile a minute, too.” Her chest rises and falls with her long sigh.

“About what?” I need to know.

She swirls her finger against the leather in front of her face. “Will you be honest with me about something?”

“Always,” I promise, curious what’s on her mind.

“As I’m lying here, in this space, with all these things around me, I can’t help but think about the women you dated. You said you didn’t have a normal relationship with them. Is this what they did for you?”

I lean my head against the back of the chaise, glancing in her direction, then at the whips, crops, and other toys on the wall.

Her voice softens when she adds, “Did you use all of these things on them?”

“Yes.”

A long moment of silence stretches out between us, and I tuck her hair behind her ear, waiting her out. It’s a lot to take in, I’m well aware, so I give her the time she needs to process.