Dirty Secrets (Get Dirty 4)

Suddenly, she sits up, palm to my shoulder, pushing me away and panting, “Wait, wait.”

I growl at her like a toddler throwing a tantrum after having his favorite toy taken away and hold myself steady, not letting her move me from the cradle of her legs.

“Dom . . . remember I said I’d come back to my messing up again?”

I barely nod, knowing that this is important but at the same time not wanting to handle it right this moment.

My words vibrate against her skin. “Do you want to remind me of that now, Allison?”

I lick a long line up the crease where her leg meets her body, nibbling along the edge of her panties, and Allie whimpers but keeps her voice steady and slightly stronger than before.

“Yes, I do. Do you remember what you did when I was bad then?”

I freeze, my eyes meeting hers and seeing the meaning in their depths. She’s asking for it, not in so many words, but she’s giving me the opening to spank her ass.

The power in that is not in the actual contact of my hand on her skin but in the trust she places in me to allow it. The gift of what she’s offering floors me.

In this instant, I can see a future where this woman will give me everything I demand, to be my one and true queen, equal, partner, Yin to my Yang . . . and still somehow surprise me.

I push back from her and get up, my cock straining my pants to her delighted notice as I remove my tie, letting my voice drop lower.

“Turn around and bend over, Allison.”

She hops from the desk, spinning around and bending forward. My flexible girl grabs her ankles, her ass presented high in the air.

I push her skirt up to encircle her waist and rip the silky panties down her legs, leaving them bunched around her knees. I stay back, enjoying the view for a moment before touching her, running my fingertips over her outer hip, my cock throbbing as she shivers.

“Dominick . . .”

I place a steadying hand on her lower back. “Allison. Rule number one.”

I smack her right cheek hard, instantly pinking it before caressing it, the heat mixed with the soothing gentleness that makes her cry out in want and desire.

“Be where I’m supposed to be. Check in if it changes.”

I pause and whisper roughly, “Why?”

She turns to look at me, her eyes flashing with acceptance. “To keep me safe.”

It’s good enough, a superficial understanding of the deeper truth. I spank her twice more before caressing her again, my fingers brushing lower to the wet dampness of her center.

“Rule number two. Tell me.”

Her answer is instant, eager this time. “Keep my phone with me.”

My hand stills and I repeat my question. “Why?”

She sobs ever so softly, her voice ragged as I trace her pussy lips. “Care . . . because you care.”

Ah, closer to the truth. My girl is insightful.

I give her three smacks. Each blow is exciting, demanding, and painful. I never, ever will cause her real pain, but at the same time, this mock pain is electric to us both.

“Rule number three.”

She pauses, and I can see her mind working, making me wonder what her concern is with the rule.

Finally, she simply says, “Trust you.”

My breath is taken away at the honesty in her words. I’d expected her to robotically quote back what I’d said, but she boiled it down to the real meaning behind the words.

She’s right.

Rule three is simply . . . trust.

I lean down, laying a gentle kiss to her heated skin, and she shivers as I ask once more, “Why?”

“Because I’m yours,” she whispers, trembling.

And that’s it, the deepest truth we have revealed yet. I know there will be more, both ugly and pretty, but I have to hold back, even as I demand her all.

She’s not ready for me, not entirely, but she will be.

I can’t allow myself to even entertain any other possibility.

Her knees give out, and she sinks down to the carpet, coyly looking over her shoulder at me.

“Do you remember what else you said that night?” Her flirty smile doesn’t let me search for the words she wants, so she answers her own question. “Reward and punishment.”

I bite my lip to stop from smirking, knowing exactly what she wants, and instead, I have to force venom into my words. “And do you think you deserve a reward after scaring the fuck out of me?”

She shakes her head, her ass moving hypnotically in time with her swishing hair. “No, but I think you deserve one.”

I can’t hold back my smirk any longer as I nod, unbuckling my pants and letting them fall before pulling my hard cock from my boxer briefs. She turns and crawls two steps to get closer, her ass settling on her heels and her eyes locked on mine as she takes me in her hand.