Sweet Little Lies

by Hollyfield, J. D.

  Four, five…

  “Is he, though? Does she look like she’s in pain?”

  How could she not be? Angry red lines form across her back, raising the skin to welts. Her eyes are hidden by the blindfold, only her parted lips revealed, and the rise and fall of her chest noticeable. Her subtle panting sounds like a sign of… of…

  “Sometimes, pain is pleasure, little bird. Do you not wonder if she’s wet between her thighs? Should we ask to see?”

  I grab his hand, stopping him from moving. “No. I’m okay.” The wetness between my own thighs revealed I’m far from okay. The woman receives another round of lashes and still doesn’t make a sound. As I lose myself in the way her lips stay parted with each breath she takes, I see it. I feel it. She is finding pleasure from it.

  The gentleman leans forward to caress her butt cheek, then taps twice on her left cheek. On a silent command, she crawls on all fours, keeping her legs open wide. The man pulls an object out of his pocket, and I find myself leaning forward for a better look.

  When he moves in front of her and kneels, I don’t dare blink. I follow his hand as it extends up to her mouth and finally realize the object he holds—a butt plug. A sharp intake of breath gives me away when he instructs her to open her mouth and lathers the item with her saliva. When he’s satisfied, he removes it and places his large frame behind her. His masculine hands massage her ass with such gentleness, I shamelessly wiggle in Gabriel’s lap. A part of me scolds myself to look away. This is too intimate and private. But I’m captivated by his movements. He spreads her cheeks wide, and my fingernails dig deep into Gabriel’s thigh as he inserts the plug inside her.

  “Is she still in pain, little bird?” I hate him for asking a question we both know the answer to. Her face is now hidden behind the body of her lover, but there’s no hiding the glistening arousal coating the inside of her thighs. “Answer me,” Gabriel orders, but I shake my head. I can’t.

  The man saves me by commanding her to stand. When she does, he captures her wrists, lifting them up to two chains hanging above her head. Once her hands are bound, he retrieves another toy. This time a vibrator. He whispers something to her, and her lips part in a pleasurable response, then he presses the vibrator to her core. Her head graciously tilts back as the man gives her pleasure from the toy. Gentle at first, then more aggressive, he works her harder until it disappears inside her. My pussy throbs as I lose myself in the moment and ride this strange wave of sensation with her, fantasizing about being in her place. My body tremors with hers, and I suck in my lower lip as the man thrusts the toy in and out of her. The woman is close to climaxing—and so am I. My thighs begin to shake at her pending orgasm, but it never comes. He pulls the toy out, dripping with her arousal, refusing her a release.

  “Why—why did he do that?” My sex is throbbing and begging for my own release.

  “Because her orgasm belongs to him—he chooses when she comes.”

  I become fidgety in his lap, rubbing my ass back and forth against his thighs. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

  His low chuckle is an added vibration to my already oversensitive body. “It’s about control, love. She’s accepted she belongs to him. Nothing is hers anymore, and control is what he craves. It’s his high. His release. Hers is giving him that. Do you not think they’re both enjoying this?”

  His question has my eyes moving to the man, lingering on his hard chest and then moving lower until I see the large bulge in his slacks. “Don’t worry. He will gift her for being good.”

  The man uses the toy to coat the woman’s lips, allowing her a taste of her own arousal. “He’s letting her know just how divine she is. The sweet fruit he gets to indulge in.” And holy heaven above does he. He drops to his knees, aligning his mouth perfectly with her sex, and goes to town devouring her. I become hyperaware of every move, lick. He bites at her, his nails digging into her flesh, leaving marks. I can’t stop the humming between my thighs. I’m forced to squeeze them together as he laps at her like a starved man.

  He stops, and my heart thrashes.

  “Oh, come on…” I moan, my hoarse voice sounding unfamiliar.

  The man begins to undress, and his body is as beautiful as hers—perfect in every way. His cock pops out of his slacks, and I can’t hide my intake of breath at how long and thick he is. Grabbing at the woman’s hips, he finds her entrance and powers inside her, fucking her rough and fast, without mercy. I don’t realize I’m biting the inside of my cheek until I taste copper in my mouth. The temperature in the room increases and my skin feels too hot. The gentle grazing of Gabriel’s finger along my thigh is too much. The scene before me has me in a state of confusion. My body feels not my own. I’m so incredibly turned on, I’ve soaked my panties. My sex pulsates. Shame burns in my belly at how aroused I am, but I also ache to be where she is. Submissive. Owned. I imagine myself in those chains, offering myself to Gabriel as he controls every facet of my body.

  The man growls, pulling the woman’s hair so hard, my head tingles. He bites down at the tip of her clavicle as his orgasm tears through him. The woman is just as lost, finally being granted her own release. Her body goes limp under the restraints, and the man quickly unbinds her, bringing her into his arms.

  The lights go out.

  I’m disoriented. And so wound up, I’m afraid I’ll shatter into a million pieces if I move. What I just witnessed…it was raw, beautiful. Shameful, yet…

  “Show’s over little bird. Time to go.”

  I want to beg him not to leave. To sit here with me until my body becomes mine again. To show me how it feels to be so consumed by another.

  I’m weak on my feet as we stand. My head spins. I sway, and Gabriel scoops me into his arms and carries me outside, my face snuggled in his chest. My emotions are spent. My body is wound so tight, one simple flick to my sex, and I’d detonate, releasing everything left inside me.

  I don’t realize we’re at my car until he sets me on my feet. “I’ll follow you to make sure you get home. Wait ’til I’m behind you to leave.” He walks back across the street and hops into his car. He does as he says and follows me home. My skin doesn’t stop buzzing, even after I pull into my driveway. I worry Dad will come out, see Gabriel, and start asking questions I don’t have answers to.

  When I climb out, he’s at my car door. “Remember these rules, little bird. Your loyalty is with me. You belong to me now. So does your tongue, your body, your mind. Every single emotion you feel, it’s mine. This body belongs to me. And I tell you when you get to touch what’s mine. Do you hear me?”

  His voice is low and demanding. Gone is the accommodating man he portrayed at the club. In his place is a man not to be crossed. I nod, agreeing to his terms. But I have every intention of going straight inside, locking myself in my room, digging into my nightstand, and taking my built-up aggression out on my vibrator.

  He reaches out to graze my cheek. “I don’t think you understand, Hazel. You touch yourself without my permission, and this ends.”

  “I wasn’t going to—”

  “Your body language tells me otherwise. Your eyes lie. You’re humming with need, and I can smell your arousal. But that’s my arousal. Touch yourself without me, and this little game you want to play is over.”

  No way. There’s not a chance I lose before I even get my opportunity.

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  “Good. Now, go take a cold shower—it will help with the discomfort. We’ll be in touch. Sweet dreams, little bird.”

  He walks away, leaving me with an ache no cold shower will cure. I huff, dragging my feet inside. The light inside my dad’s office is on, and I debate letting him know I’m home. But there’s no gas left in me to put on a show and lie about where I’ve been, so I sneak off to my room, take a cold shower, and go to bed.

  Hazel

  One week later…

  A thick envelope stares up at me as I sit perched at the kitchen island. My incoming freshman welcome packet, along
with a long checklist of things I still have to get before I leave. I can’t believe I’ll be a college student in one week. My pink highlighter hovers over my notepad, trying to think of any last-minute stuff I’ll need for the room when the door to the garage opens and Dad walks in.

  “Hey, baby girl. What are you up to?”

  I smile back. He’s going to miss me so much. It’s been just us the past couple years, I feel bad leaving him alone. I worry about him. Without me to harp on him for working too much, who will be around to make sure he takes a break to eat and sleep? “Just making sure I’ve got everything. I still need to get some bedding stuff.”

  He walks up to me, giving me a kiss on my forehead. “Whatever you need. Hungry? Want to grab pizza for dinner?”

  I nod, and my stomach instantly growls for Savino’s, our favorite place. I open my mouth to reply when his phone rings. He sticks out his finger and answers.

  “Gabe…”

  My skin flushes at the sound of his name. It’s been a week since I’ve seen him. Heard his voice. There hasn’t even been a glimpse of him with my dad. He dropped me off and disappeared. I wondered if he’s been ignoring me, realizing what he did was a mistake. He and my dad have been friends their whole life. If he found out, it would devastate their relationship.

  I wanted more than anything to play this game, but what game were we actually playing? The one where I signed on that imaginary dotted line the second I offered myself to him. The night at the club, I crossed a line following him into the lion’s den, but so did he. He opened up this secret world and showed me what it could be like to submit to a man. To leave my will at the door. Each night that passed, I became angry that he gave me a taste just to leave me high and dry. I dared myself to disobey him and touch myself. A quick session with my vibrator to relieve this built-up tension inside me. But his words were too strong in my mind, and I fell asleep each night frustrated, horny, and angry.

  Maybe he doesn’t actually want me, and this is his way of teaching me a lesson. Stay in my own lane. I’m young and nowhere near ready to play with the adults. He’s a man—a strong, dominant businessman who thrives on control. I’ve always known that about him. It’s what’s always attracted me to him. But now I fantasize about kneeling at his feet. Spreading myself for him. Falling apart in his arms as he kisses away the marks left by his pleasurable pain. I wonder if he’s back. Where he’s been. I hate that my mind takes a dark turn, wondering if he has a woman with him. For a week now, I’ve been patient. Compliant. And I don’t even know why. He left me with nothing to hold on to, except that now, he owns me. But what the hell does that even mean?

  I bite the inside of my cheek.

  “Sorry, I have a date with my daughter tonight,” my dad says, and I wave my hands, getting his attention.

  “No. It’s fine. He can join us if he wants. The more the merrier.”

  Dad gives me a curious look. “Are you sure? He can find his own company tonight. No need to—”

  “Yes! It’s fine. I’m leaving next week. I’d like to say bye to Gabriel too.”

  Dad, oblivious to my intentions, nods, smiling at me. “Great. See you then. Bring that fancy bourbon you promised me too.” He hangs up, giving me another kiss on my forehead. “I have some work to catch up on. Be ready around six?”

  “Sure, Dad.”

  He walks away, leaving me and my roller coaster of emotions at the kitchen island. What will he do when he sees me? What will I do? Will we act normal? Will my dad sense anything is off?

  The mere thought of getting to see him creates a thrill of excitement inside my belly. I hop up and run to my room to get ready for dinner—for him. By the time I make it back downstairs, looking enticing in a short, red summer dress and my hair set in large waves down my back, I find my dad in his office wearing a scowl I know all too well.

  “Hey, you ready? Don’t we have to go?”

  He doesn’t have to say anything for me to know what he’s about to say. My smile disappears as his eyes lock on mine, the guilt replying for him.

  “Baby girl—”

  “Don’t. Just don’t. This is my last weekend home. You said no work.”

  “I know I did, but these clients…they’re being difficult and—”

  “I don’t care about your clients.”

  He stands and runs his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up—”

  “Don’t bother.” I block out the rest of his excuses and apologies. They’re all the same.

  He’s choosing work over me. Again.

  Gabriel

  I swirl the circular ice cube in my glass, bored to tears at the view in front of me. I’m tempted to yawn just to let this girl know she’s lost my attention—not that she ever had it.

  “I now have to spend my weekend catering to these motherfuckers until they agree to a deal. It’s the last weekend before Hazel goes to college, and I’m stuck entertaining.”

  I barely hear Heath until he mentions my current favorite topic: his sweet, innocent baby girl. The girl dancing in front of me gets the wrong idea when my lips curl into a mischievous smile. Little Hazel Winters. My little bird. So eager. My cock starts to swell in my slacks just thinking about her. The way her taut little body buzzed in my lap. How her thigh felt under my palm. How I fought for control while my body urged me to bend her over and break her in two with my cock.

  But I know I won’t touch her. Yet. I tried to stay away, but she’s made it too tempting to get a taste of the forbidden fruit. And she’s forbidden all right. My best friend’s little girl. What sick bastard would even make a move like that? It seems I would. Because I plan on it. Years of this cat and mouse game. Her flirtatious banter. It didn’t go unnoticed all the times she would flaunt her little self at me, hoping I would notice her in her short skirts and tiny bathing suits, while she grew frustrated at her failed attempts. I sat back and waited until the fruit was ripe enough to pluck. The day she turned eighteen was when I started to give her a little peek into who I really was.

  It was like giving candy to a baby. She ate up each stare, each smile. She was going to be easy to break; I just had to convince myself she was worth it. After the night with her at Exquisite, I knew she was. There’s no turning back now. Friendship be damned, I will have Hazel at my feet, begging for me to destroy her body and mind. And when I do, I’ll be there to pick her up and kiss away all her worries and pain.

  “Hazel’s so pissed with me.”

  “Oh, I’m sure she’ll get over it.” She has other things on her mind. Trust me.

  “I should go home and try to smooth things over with her. I blew off dinner, then instead of trying to make it up to her, I come here. I should go home.” Heath huffs. But he won’t. When he’s wound up like this from work, a release is what’s needed. A private room with a submissive woman is where he’ll spend the rest of the night, into the early morning.

  “Why don’t you stay? Let off some steam? I have a meeting in the morning, so I have to head home. I’ll stop by the house and check on Hazel.”

  Heath exhales heavily, relief spreading across his face. “Really? That’d be great. Make sure she’s eaten, and see if she needs anything? Tell her not to wait up and that I’ll make it up to her.” He relaxes in his chair, allowing the girl to take an interest in him. She dances, her pussy caressing his thigh. I laugh, shaking my head, and swallow the remainder of my drink.

  “Enjoy, my friend. Don’t be too gentle with her.”

  Usually, I would join him in a private room, but tonight, I have other plans. I’ve waited long enough. I had to sit back and watch the most exquisite fruit fully ripen. Now, it’s time to devour her, bite by delicious bite.

  I crave control. It feeds the monster inside me. I’m one ruthless son of a bitch, and there’s no room to be vulnerable.

  Tonight is no different.

  I enter the estate as if it’s my own. The house is dark and quiet, all but dim lights glowing from outside by the pool. Ah…my
little bird is sulking. It’s where she goes when she’s feeling unloved. I’ve watched her long enough to know her highs and her lows. What gets her flushed, and what triggers her frustrations. Walking out to the pool, I know exactly what I’m walking into.

  She jumps when I come into view. “Jesus, Gabriel, you scared me.” She sits up straighter, wiping at her eyes. She’s been crying. Looks like I’m going to have to make her feel better. “What are you doing here?”

  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?”