Dirty Secrets (Get Dirty 4)

His hand releases my waist, and I hear the slip of the leather as he undoes his belt and slacks. I push back, knowing what’s coming and loving it. After all, this is the secret reason I bought these heels. They’re just the right height.

I whimper as his cock pushes into me, filling me and completing that connection we always need with one another. I look back in the mirror, watching the ecstasy on his face that leaves my heart filled with warmth, even as my pussy throbs with another type of welcome heat.

Dom uses his body to press me against the glass, my nipples hardening at the cold even as I buck back to take him deeper. Gripping my hips, he holds me steady as he starts viciously pounding my tight pussy, sending shockwaves up my spine almost in beat with the music that’s still playing. Cries pour from my mouth like I’m singing, adding my own creative lyrics, but it is just his name over and over against the throbbing bass and electric strings.

“Look in the mirror, Allison,” Dominick grunts, pulling me back enough to actually see. “Watch me claim your pussy, mark it as mine. Watch . . . us.”

I do as he says, enjoying the way the spotlight creates shadows and highlights along our skin, the way his muscles flex and my ass jiggles with every stroke. My eyes are drawn to the shaded spot where he disappears inside me, anticipation building, amplifying the feeling of him filling me.

Still, I’m drawn upward, until my eyes meet his and that’s all I need. I see the love there, raw and vulnerable, and his joy that he has found it with me.

He is a monster, but he is my monster.

And I love him.

His cock swells, impossibly harder inside me a moment before he comes, and his pleasure triggers my own, a sharp cracking sound filling my ears as I scream his name. He pumps his cum deep inside me making my pussy spasm, milking everything from him hungrily.

As our breathing returns to a more normal pace, he holds me tight, biting at my earlobe and then his hot breath is there as he whispers, “I love you, Allison.”

There is no doubt, no question in my heart when I look to him and whisper the same words back, “I love you, Dominick.”

We step back, and I realize what the cracking sound is. That last thrust accidentally made us break one of the mirror panels. “Uhm . . . seven years’ bad luck?”

Dominick grins. “I make my own luck.”

We both do.

Epilogue

One year

I hate that I had to take care of some work today, knowing that she’s been looking forward to our anniversary dinner. But I have something to tell her, and I’m not one for surprises.

But this one can’t be avoided any longer. Pausing, I pull up her phone GPS, seeing that she’s at home, and a small knot of stress loosens in my belly.

She’s fine to come and go as she pleases, especially since she’s quite good about staying with her guard now. So much so that I’ve had to find other misbehaviors to ‘punish’ her for, but I rather think she enjoys coming up with new, creative ways to get me to spank her ass. It’s become a game for us, one we both enjoy.

Knowing she’s home safe, getting ready for our date, comforts me. I don’t even hesitate about opening the home security app. She knows about the cameras. Besides, the only two phones in the world with access are mine and hers.

It’s become a game she plays with me from time to time. Lots of things you can do with a security camera and a naughty girl.

Scanning the camera feeds, I find her.

Perched on the bathroom counter in a sexy bra and panties set, she’s applying her makeup with her hair up in curlers. I watch her, tracing the line of her body on the small screen and wishing I could do so for real.

Her mascara complete, she leans back, and I can see her contemplating something for a moment.

She glances up to the camera in the corner of the room, and I can see the smirk on her face. She knows I’m watching, can feel my eyes even when I’m not there, and will often text me just as my eyes are on her. Or sometimes, she delights in torturing me with a show that makes me race home. One of those inventive misbehaviors she’s discovered because there are lots of things you can do with a security camera and a naughty bad girl.

Today, she seemingly ignores her instinct that she’s being watched and picks up the towel from the counter, dropping it casually over the little plastic stick sitting there. So she finally knows. My ‘surprise’ is ruined.