Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet 2)

Her question is comical. As if she cares why. “I’m here to rescue the princess from her castle,” I say, stepping out of the shadows so she can get a better view. If I were a weaker man, my cock would already be fighting out of my slacks at the way the light shimmers off her sun-kissed skin. The way her tiny bikini barely covers her small breasts. She’s sitting with her legs crisscrossed, giving me a spectacular view of her barely covered cunt.

“I don’t need saving. I learned a long time ago to depend on myself.” Ah, my little bird is wounded. Daddy sure is doing a number on her. Not that her cunt mother hasn’t already. I stop in front of her, forcing her to look up at me. God, she’s beautiful. Angelic. Her blue eyes would destroy a lesser man. I reach out and cup her chin, raising her head higher. I love the way she complies. The way her neck stretches for me. My thumb dips, and I can’t help but touch more of her. Grazing my finger down her neck, I stop at her vein, loving the way it pulses against my fingertip.

“What has my little bird so sad?” I ask, putting pressure on her vein. She swallows, and I wrap my whole hand around her nape.

“My dad. Typical bullshit. He’s not here, by the way. If that’s why you’re here.”

“What makes you think I’m here for him?” I eye her.

She’s like putty at my fingertips. Her pulse speeds up, giving her excitement away.

“I thought you weren’t interested. You’ve been avoiding me.”

I loosen my grip around her neck, trailing my index finger down her chest. “What exactly is it you want from me, little bird?”

“I want to be with you…”

I chuckle at her innocent confession. “Ah…and do you think we’ll ride away into the sunset together? Like the perfect fairytale?” Her naivete is quite attractive.

“Well, you’re the one who just said you were here to rescue me.”

“Not all tales end with the prince saving the princess. Maybe I’m referring to the tales untold. The ones where the villain kidnaps the princess to torture her in his dungeon.”

Her eyes dilate. “And maybe I want that.”

“A masochist princess, I see. And what kind of torture do you think you can withstand?” My hand aches to mark her. Brand her pure skin. My cock twitches at the thought of each slash across her back.

“I want to be what you want. To teach me how to submit, like that woman at the club. I want you to hurt me and show me how pain can be pleasure.”

I refrain from grabbing at her breast and pinching her nipple until she cries. Instead, I remove my hand and feed off the disappointment in her doe eyes. “This won’t end the way you think it will, little bird. You want to be my little pet, then there are rules. But this will end, and you will be ruined for any other man.”

“You keep saying that. I’m not scared. Use me, hurt me. I’m gone in a few days anyway. What happens now is all it will be. I get it.”

I smile. She thinks one night is all she will give me. The moment I make her mine, she’ll be just that. I’m not a man who shares or sets my belongings free. She will fly away from my trap, but only when I allow it.

This is where I should decide what’s right and what’s wrong. Tell myself not to be a bastard and walk away from her. I can have any woman I want. I can go back to the club and defile any type, race, or age… But I stand here, at my best friend’s house, practically salivating over the one person who is very much off-limits. Because I’m a bad, bad man who’s about to do bad, bad things.

“Drop to your knees, little bird. Show me how compliant you can be.”

She hesitates for a moment, then slides off the chair at my feet. She keeps eye contact with me, which is a no-no, but I’ll teach her.

“Are you ready to submit to me? Learn from me?”

“Yes.” She nods, her neck extending as she swallows. I sense her hesitation. Her nerves. But overpowering them is the smell of her arousal.

“Are you wet for me, pet?” I ask, feeding off her shyness. She responds with a nod. “Open your legs. Let me see how wet you are.” She spreads like a flower, her bathing suit bottoms stained with her desire. “Is that all for me?” Another nod. “Show me.” This time, there’s no hesitation as she pulls her bottoms to the side, gifting me the beautiful view of her glistening pussy. What I wouldn’t give to drop to my knees and taste every ounce of her.