Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet 2)

“I’m a taker,” she replies.

Fantastic.

“Jump on the bed. Arms wide.” She does as I say, and I restrain her wrists so there’s no way she stops what I have in store for her. I grab the spreader off the wall and attach it to her feet. “Every time you attempt to move, it will stretch you wider. Be mindful.”

I grab a flogger, anticipating the change of skin color as I tease and torment her. “You are absolutely breathtaking. Tonight, I’m going to mark this beautiful skin, branding you even more. Do you want that, pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

Fuck, the way she complies has me hardening again. An unfamiliar feeling transpires. I want to skip the foreplay and go straight to ravishing her, fucking her into the night, then taking her slow until dawn. I walk around the bed and caress the flogger down the center of her chest to her belly. The quick lashing has her arching off the bed. Before she’s able to recover, I slash her again just above her pelvic bone.

“What does my little girl want?” I ask.

“I want you to touch me.”

Oh, that’s a guarantee. Using the flogger’s handle, I peel her thong to the side and am rewarded with how aroused she is. “Already pulsating, I see.”

“Yes,” she breathes. Her raspy voice has become an aphrodisiac for me. The last of my control slips, and I slap her cunt five times hard and fast, then take my mouth to her mound. I lick and suck, soothing where I just inflicted pain. I use my tight grip on her thighs to hold her in place as she thrashes underneath me. Her taste is so divine, it should be illegal. She practically is, but the thought of saying no and refusing her now is not an option.

I work her up until she’s on the brink, then pull away, relishing her whimper from denying her what she so desperately needs.

My clothes off. I climb on the bed, taking her legs and raising them upward, hooking the spreader to a hanging chain. I position myself right at her opening and slide through her slickness. Her eyes close, and I take my hand to the side of her ass and smack her. “Eyes open, beautiful.”

I’m too damn wound up to take her slow. This is what she’s done to me. She’s awoken this beast inside me. I can’t stop myself as I drive into her over and over until a growl so fierce travels up my throat, and my chest threatens to crack in two. I know the exact moment her orgasm takes over. She clenches so hard around me, I lose my own battle. I quickly pull out and jerk off my cock, watching my cum paint her belly and tits.

We’re both breathing heavily, and for the first time in forever, I feel as if I’ll never catch mine. Hazel looks on the verge of passing out. I quickly release her hands and legs and scoop her into my arms. “Even breaths, little bird,” I coo until she’s finally settled.

“I never imagined…” She pauses, searching for the right words. “I never imagined it would be like this. So intense. So…incredible.”

I chuckle against her head, my lips pressing to the side of her earlobe. “This is just the beginning, pet.” I kiss the skin behind her ear, feathering more down her neck and sucking on the flesh along her shoulder. “I can eat every single part of you.” Her head falls back, resting against my chest, and her stomach growls. She covers her belly. “Worked up an appetite?”

“No. It’s just…I didn’t eat much at dinner.”

“Too nervous?” I tease.

If she were facing me, I bet I’d be granted with her flushed cheeks. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe a little.”

“Let’s clean you up, and I’ll feed you before sending you on your way.”

Her body tenses in my hold, and I know I must rein her in. “You can’t stay here forever, little bird.”

“I know.” Her voice becomes weak. I hate her change in mood. But I can’t give her what she wants. This…what we’re doing, it’s not forever. I can’t soothe her worrying mind because even though we just got started, there’s already a countdown clock to our end, ticking loudly. Sometime soon, it will go off, and this will be over. Life is just cruel that way.

I shower her, taking my time, washing her hair. I use my mouth to clean her cunt, and when we’re dry and redressed, I hand her a glass of scotch.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to drink?”

“Only with me. If that changes, there will be consequences.” She nods and accepts the glass. We sit in silence as I pull out a cheese and meat board my chef left for me. I watch her sip the scotch as if it’s a delicacy, savoring in the smooth taste. I wouldn’t expect anything less with how exquisite Heath’s taste is. She takes a seat at my counter, at ease in my home. I shake my head in amusement. “What am I going to do with you?” I ask, more for myself. How did a forbidden flirtation end up with us here?