Bitter Truths (Crimson Falls Duet 2)

I’m not hungry.

Not for what’s on the plate in front of me, anyway.

She doesn’t look up at me until she’s scraping the last bits of her dinner onto the silver fork and slipping it into her mouth, and as she pulls the metal utensil from between those lips, my cock jolts and it’s time to get this started.

It’s been a while since I’ve played a scene, and with her, I haven’t even delved into what I enjoy, what I want her to experience. But I’ve enjoyed the way we’ve slowly inched into the darkness, and tonight, she’s going to be thrown into the deepest, darkest woods.

Let’s hope my little red finds her way back to me.

I push my chair back and rise to my feet. Buttoning my jacket, I offer her a hand which she accepts with a shy smile. Her submissive nature is so intoxicating, and I offer a glance at Darius, who’s noticed it as well.

He grabs her glass, and I lead her out of the dining room and down toward my office. We pass by that door because tonight is not about working. At the end of the hall, I unlock a dark mahogany door which slides open, and I allow Scarlett in first.

I follow behind, with Darius hot on my heels. He shuts us inside, and I flick the switch which illuminates the room in a soft silver light. The walls are painted as if we’re in a forest, with thick trunks lined vertically from floor to ceiling.

The large windows overlook the garden, with the real woods just outside. This is the far end of the house, and you don’t notice it from the outside because the glass wall is one way, you can see out, but nobody can see inside.

An enormous king-sized bed takes up the one side of the wall, while the toys and St Andrew’s Cross take up the opposite side. All the while, you have a view of the greenery just beyond the windows.

I watch as Scarlett takes it all in. Before our wedding, I didn’t have a chance to bring her in here. Even though we played at Heaven, it has nothing on this room. It’s my sanctuary at home. I’ve always loved this space, and when I converted it into the playroom it is now, I felt at ease. It was always meant to be mine, and the fact that I can share it with her, makes it more special.

“This is incredible,” she whispers, her fingers trailing over the wood of the St Andrew’s Cross, her gaze taking in everything. She turns to face Darius and me. He’s standing beside me, his gaze locked on her. Mine flicks between the two of them. There’s no longer tension, it’s only lust.

The emotion hangs in the air like a perfume, breathtaking and powerful. I glance at Darius, who looks at me for a second, and the time has come. This is something I didn’t think I would be willing to do when he first asked, but now that we’re here, I realize I want this, I need it.

Before we start playing, she’ll need a safe word. Not that I think she’ll use it, but that’s non-negotiable. Both Darius and I won’t do anything until we’ve made sure she understands she can call out for everything to stop the moment she feels uncomfortable.

She’s been with me in a scene, but now that there are two of us, things can become more intense for her. There’s no doubt they will, and my cock throbs at the thought of seeing her break. I wanted to hurt her before, to make her pay because I knew the Bardot family were bastards, but now that she’s a Shaw, I want to hurt her with pleasure.

Flicking on the sound system, a soft melody escapes the speakers. Scarlett looks at me, awaiting an order. “Strip for us, little red,” I command, attempting but failing to keep my voice even. Knowing what’s about to happen has me anxious and anticipation has my blood turning hot, racing through my veins like a drug.

She moves to the song without question. I watch her spin around, and my little wife shocks the shit out of me when she spreads her legs, and trails her hands down those slender limbs, down to her fucking ankles and all I see are tiny panties that do nothing to hide her beautiful cunt and ass.

If I thought I was hard earlier, I’m now solid fucking steel. Darius’s cough of shock and desire catches my attention. His eyes are wide as he takes in the show before us. Scarlett straightens as she slips the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and the flimsy red material pools at her feel. My wife is standing before me and my brother in a pair of barely there lace panties and black heels which have straps wrapped around her calves.