His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

“Oh he’ll be up in a moment. He’s taking a call at the moment. Business.” She said, waiving it off as if there was no real reason he wouldn’t be there.

“Oh, stir fry. You flatter me. You usually make some health-nut choice, but this smells great.” She said, and I tried not to let my mother’s comment sting.

I wasn’t a health-nut. I just liked looking good. My mother did as well, but she was a little more padded than I was. She was curvy, but proportionate. Not like me. I liked my exaggerated figure eight, and I knew that men loved the perfect hourglass as well. Like Ivan. I thought.

“Ivan.” I heard my mother say, as if hearing my thoughts and I couldn’t help but to be startled.

“Ivan?” I mimicked, trying to figure out how my mother had seemed to know the man who was on my mind, and that’s when I saw him walk through the door.

I thought my heart was going to explode and I was going to implode with the sheer need I felt at him. I wanted to be angry, but if he was here to whisk me away, how could I be? I just wanted to be in his arms again or in his bed. I didn’t care which, but that’s when the impossible seemed to happen and things got even weirder. I didn’t know what to think. He looked just as much like charred bronze perfection as he did the first time I saw him, almost two months ago in the gym.

He looked just as muscular as every time we were in the bed together. Or the floor. Or the shower. I thought, trying to cut those thoughts off, but I wasn’t the one in his arms this time. My mother was. It was like my whole world shattered, and I didn’t know what to do about it. The rest of the evening would be torture. I’d sit there and chat with my mother, smiling and trying not to let that smile fall. I knew she didn’t know that I had intimately been with the person that may as well be my new father soon.

Ivan glanced at me in a way that made me flush with heat and have to excuse myself more times than once. My mother was convinced I may have come down sick, to which I replied that I planned to sweat out my frustration later at the gym. Ivan mentioned he’d probably go to the gym tomorrow too. It was an off-hand comment, but it seemed to be directed at me with such an intensity I didn’t know what to do with it. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

Chapter Five

I had tossed and turned all night sobbing over his betrayal, yet still lusting for him, remembering how he had contorted me and made me scream his name. I remembered how much I ached for him, and waking up was the same. I tried to take a long, cold shower to sober my distorted emotions, before I heading to the gym, but it was useless. I was once again sucked into the memory of how he had taken me; how he had betrayed me.

*

His cock thrust in and out of my pussy, making me ache for him. I cried out, pushing back against him as much as I could. He had me tied to the bed. My hands were fastened with zip ties to his headboard again, and the bed creaked under us. I could feel him filling every inch of me as his calloused hands worked over my breasts. He tugged on the chain that connected the nipple clamps together, which he had fastened to me tightly the moment he had my hands tied to the bedpost.

I shivered again as he pushed inside of me, thrusting in and out, before getting on the verge of coming, and Ivan had pulled back. He always knew when to pull back, as if me orgasming was something he gave me, and he wouldn’t give it to me until he felt like it. It was both humiliating and exciting. I could feel myself blush a deep, dark red.

*

My subconscious continued to punish me with daydreams, and when I stumbled yet again into reality, all wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of the moments I had shared with Ivan. I didn’t want to think of him as he was last night. With my mother. I wanted to think of us. I wanted to think of the way he told me that people were meant to work out. I just wanted everything to go back to normal, but I knew it wouldn’t. When I finally stepped out of the shower, I was able to get dressed, drying and tying my hair back.

I drove to the gym, and I was prepared to stay there all day if I had to. I was going to see Ivan. How could he be with my mother? How come he didn’t call me? Why didn’t he say anything when he got there? Everything was spinning in my head so far, that I couldn’t think of anything else, and anger was rolling up inside of me. When I got to the gym, it seemed almost anticlimactic. He wasn’t there, and so I tried to burn off as much energy as I could just working out. It felt right, but it was also empty.

Every time that I looked around, I was looking for Ivan, but he wasn’t there yet. I put in my headphones, turning on Nightwish until her soprano voice was singing so loudly in my head that I couldn’t think of anything else. When I gave up and stopped thinking about seeing Ivan every moment, that’s when I saw him. I hadn’t seen when he’d gotten there. He was once again, as usual, pumping iron. Like déjà vu all over again, he looked every part of the god that he was the first time I laid eyes on him, and it made me wet for him all over again.

It also sparked the anger that I felt before, and I didn’t hesitate to put everything aside and go over there this time. I stormed over there, and he looked at me as I came over. His eyes were once again all too aware of me, and he just looked at me walking across the gym; my large hips swaying as sweat glistened on that perfect chest of his. I somehow knew that he wouldn’t stop even when I wanted him to. I knew that he would keep going until his rep was done, and that was too much to bear, but I waited there, tapping my foot. I could feel onlookers watching.

Their gaze seemed to burn into us, and they always watched us when we were together. I tried not to think about all the things Ivan had said. Trying to erase all the promises and sweet words he’d ever uttered that had put me under his spell.

When he was done, he motioned for me to follow, and like the love-sick, desperate-for-attention puppy I was, I followed that silent command as if it were spoken into my very head. I knew that Ivan didn’t want to talk here. He wanted to be outside the gym, in the parking lot, away from nosey onlookers whom I was sure could have cut the tension they saw between us with a knife. I expected us to go out front, but he slipped out a door that was marked ‘employees only’. I didn’t question why he felt so confident about using that door, because the foolish naïve little girl inside of me had never ever thought to question any of his prior actions…until today. We were behind the building when the door closed. It was so quiet compared to the gym.

“Yes?” he said, and I lost it. His voice was so arrogant. It seemed too controlled, and nothing inside of me was controlled. He leaned against the brick wall.

“The fuck do you mean ‘yes’?” I shouted at him, and my perfectly manicured hands were pressed into small fists, nails digging into my own palms.

“I mean what is it you so desperately wanted to talk about, Carlie?” He said, and I bit my lip, shaking my head in disgust.

“Why didn’t you call me? Where did you go? Didn’t I matter to you? You’re fucking my mother!” I screamed, and everything was slipping out in a jumbled rush of emotion. ?

??Why are you now suddenly fucking my mom?” I shouted, and Ivan did the very thing I didn’t expect. He laughed. I watched his dark, glinting muscles ripple in his chest as he chuckled. I went to slap him, but Ivan’s reflexes were too quick. Before I knew it I was the one with my back pressed against the wall, and he was pressing into me.

“You don’t want those answers.” He whispered softly into my ear, and his hand was enclosed gently around my wrist, restraining me, but not hurting me. I was under his control and we both knew it, but I knew he was waiting for it. An invitation inside of me, and I hated that I ached to give it to him. I was still so angry.

“What the hell do you expect from me?” I shouted, but there was no need to shout. His body was pressed against mine now, and he had my hand pressed firmly to the brick behind us. His hips were pressed against mine.

“Do you want to fuck me again? Do you want me to call you Daddy? Is that you sick, twisted fantasy to have us both?” I practically spat with disgust, shouting it at him, and to my surprise I could feel him grow hard at the word.

“I like control, Carlie, and you like giving it.” He whispered seductively in my ear.

“Oh that is it, isn’t it?” I said in shock, but I was already grinding my hips into his, feeling his hard, long cock against me, reminding me of all the pleasures that it could bring me.