Sweet Little Lies

by Hollyfield, J. D.

  “Let’s just say I have a big imagination.” I turn around to face her, my gentleness turning to stone. “Undress completely.”

  Her eyes flash. She lifts her sundress over her head, exposing her matching pink lace undergarments. She undoes her bra, her perfect breasts calling to me. Once her laced panties are removed, she drops them to the floor. I usually have more restraint, but it’s been a long week, and I give myself the pleasure of taking in her beautiful body. “Kneel,” I order, and she goes down on her knees before me.

  She’s granted my touch as I caress her hair. “Such a good pet.” I stand there, anticipating her answer. She licks her bottom lip and my cock twitches.

  “Anything for you, Master.”

  Fuck, she’s going to ruin me. I rein in my excitement, using my thumb to press down on her bottom lip. “I’m glad to hear it.” I pause. “Tell me, where has this little mouth been?” I tease her by sticking my thumb into her mouth. She accepts my finger, sucking on it. Naughty little girl. “How much do you think you can fit in this mouth, pet?” I ask, knowing she will struggle to fit my whole cock down her throat.

  “All of it.”

  God, she is a gift. I work my thumb in and out until it becomes too much torture, even for me.

  “Unbuckle my pants and take out my cock. Suck it, show me how hungry you are, and I’ll reward you with my cum down your throat.” I’m going to hell. But it will be with a smile on my face.

  Her eyes light up, and her hands get to work. My slacks are down. My cock is standing at full salute, thick and angry, anticipating her warm mouth. There’s no hesitation as she licks my tip. Her tongue circles my head before sliding down. She gets halfway before she’s forced to stop. I’m not a good man, so I thrust forward, basking in the way she gags around me. My fingers wrap around her neck to soothe her. “Relax, little bird.” I pull out and slide back in. This time, I get past her gag reflex, and she takes me whole. Just as I imagined. Like heaven.

  My eyes stay trained on her even though they’re fighting to close. I want to fuck her mouth with such a violent speed, but I take things slow with her for some reason. Something new for me. She does another no-no and reaches up and grabs my thighs. As she works me down her throat, the sound of her moans humming around my cock creates a haze around my own vision.

  Fuck.

  It’s happening again. My control is slipping. I grab at the back of her head and tug on her hair, forcing her eyes to mine. “Eyes on me,” I grunt as I power into her mouth. “Beautiful,” I praise, feeling my balls tighten. I want nothing more than to pull out and come all over her pretty little tits, but I promised her a reward, and she certainly earned it. My cock expands, my release pulsing down her throat.

  My fingers caress her cheek as I pull out.

  “What does my little bird want from me tonight? Are you in need of giving or taking?” I love the way she contemplates the question. Neither answer is wrong. I’ll take whatever she’s willing to offer as well as give her as much as she can take—and more.

  “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?

  “What do you mean?” she asks, nibbling on a bite of cheese.

  “You’re the last thing I expected. The one thing I shouldn’t have. The only thing I currently want.”

  My comment pleases her. The way she bites her bottom lip into her mouth gives
her away, and it does weird shit to me. I want to please her. Fuck, I want to do anything and everything to keep that rosy flush on her face.

  “I’m glad you took a chance on me.”

  My head tilts back and I shake with laughter. “I don’t think I had a choice, little bird. You’re very persuasive. A man can only take so much before he breaks.”

  I bask in her smile and her rosy cheeks and baby blue eyes. I get lost in her mouth, watching her nibble on more cheese, and silently admit I enjoy having her in my home.

  We continue with small conversation until time gets away from us.

  “Shit, I gotta go. I have my roommate. And my dad, he’s gonna wake up soon.” She hops off my barstool, but I don’t make a move. If I touch her, I won’t trust myself to let her go. “Will I get to see you again while I’m home?”

  My mood sours. I’ll be tied up all weekend with fucking work. “No,” is all I reply with. If I say any more, I’ll find myself explaining—and I don’t explain myself to anyone.

  The disappointment in her eyes tears at my gut, but I keep a blank face. I drain my glass, needing distance. Needing time to figure out where my own damn head is at.

  “Time to go,” I say, throwing dirt on the mood. I walk her to the door, refraining from kissing her. I know she wants me to, but it’s against my rules—the rules I’m not even following since I’ve already kissed those suckable lips more than I should have.

  She doesn’t push the issue and leaves. As I watch her drive away, I think about how I can make this work long-term. All conclusions lead to me six feet under if it goes bad. It’s an impossible task without gutting my best friend. I’d end up in pieces at the bottom of a lake.

  Hazel

  I jog up the stairs, avoiding Professor Geller’s stare for showing up to his lecture ten minutes late. Evan’s waving hand catches my attention. I squeeze through the row for the seat he saved.

  “Hey, beautiful. How’s it goin’? Didn’t see you yet, so thought I’d save you from front row hell. Professor Gellar spits.”

  My nose scrunches. “Ew.” I sit down and jam my backpack under the seat.

  “Yeah, imagine having to learn the hard way.” He smiles wide, his perfect white teeth on display. I know Evan and I had an awkward start to our friendship with his unexpected advance at the party earlier in the semester. But I feel like a bit of a jerk for never returning to say goodbye after taking Gabriel’s call. He really seems to be a great guy, not to mention being easy on the eyes.

  The instructor begins, and I pull out my notebook to take notes. Three minutes in, a folded piece of paper slides onto my desk. I peek at Evan, who’s pretending he’s way too into the lecture and didn’t just slip me the note. I roll my eyes, and I open it.

  I think he just spit on the girl in green.

  I look up at the front of the class, finding a girl in a green dress wiping at her notebook. My head whips to Evan, and I mouth, “No way!” He shrugs and goes back to pretending he’s taking notes. I laugh when I steal a peek at his notebook and see he’s drawing comic book characters.

  Class carries on when another note lands on my desk. I smirk, opening it.

  I think Professor Geller’s fly is open.

  My eyes fly up to the front. Sure enough, it is. A chuckle slips from my lips. I cover my mouth and duck down. Stealing a peek at Evan, I shake my head. Oh my god, how embarrassing. Gathering myself, I try to focus on what he’s talking about, but another note lands on my desk. I turn to Evan and mouth, “Stop.” But I still open it.

  You’re super hot when you laugh.

  Rolling my eyes, I crumble up the note and throw it at him. He leans into me. “What? It’s true. Go out with me.”

  “No,” I whisper, trying to pay attention to the front of class.

  Evan leans farther over. “Why not? Do you have a boyfriend?”

  No, I actually have a Master. I chuckle to myself, thinking how ridiculously crazy that sounds.

  I’ve known Gabriel most of my life. I’ve always felt this pull toward him. It wasn’t always sexual, but as soon as I grew boobs and knew what sex was, I started categorizing them together. Gabriel just breathes sex. Power. All the things I would read about it in my mom’s silly romance novels. To learn his proclivities for sex wasn’t shocking. What worried me was being someone who could please him. He certainly was a control freak. I’ve eavesdropped on him and my dad’s conversations enough to know how ruthless he is. He’s cutthroat in every sense of the word. Sometimes I wondered if he had the bodies of his enemies buried in his backyard.

  He was also all man. He was taller than my dad. Muscular. His skin was darkened from the sun and jet-setting around the world for business. When I was younger, I would daydream about taking those trips with him, being the beauty on the arm of the beast.

  On late nights when he and Dad would drink in his office and discuss anything under the sun, I would sneak in after he left and drink out of his glass. Smell the cushion where he sat. Relish in his masculine cologne. And now, it’s still surreal to think…

  “What’s so funny? Is that no to a boyfriend? Yes?”

  “No, I don’t have a boyfriend,” I tell him because it’s the truth.

  “Well, then go out with me—”

  “Will you two please shut up?” the girl next to me hisses. I apologize and focus back on the board. Evan doesn’t say another word to me, but every so often, I peek over to see him drawing a new cartoon on his notepad. Class ends, and I get up, stuffing my notebook in my bag.

  “I’ll see ya around,” I say kindly, turning to leave.

  “I’ll walk out with you. I saw this girl eyeing me. If she thinks I’m with someone, she’ll leave me alone.”

  “Who?” I ask, looking around for a straggler.

  “The girl in green. Can you imagine having to kiss her after she was infected with Geller spit?”

  Oh my god. “Seriously?”

  He flutters his eyes. “Would I lie to a beautiful girl?”

  I shake my head. “Whatever. Let’s go.” He grabs my bookbag and walks next to me. We hit the bottom step and make our way across the foyer when he says really loud, “Just carrying out my girlfriend’s things.”

  “Was that necessary?” I ask, pushing through the doors of the science building.

  “Man, thanks for that. I owe you one. Maybe dinner?” He wiggles his brows at me, and I laugh at his clever attempt.

  “Nice try.” My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I retrieve it to see Gabriel’s name across my screen. I almost trip down the step, but Evan grips my arm until I find my balance.

  It’s been days since I’ve talked to him. The last time was when I left his house. He was swamped with work, so I never saw him the remainder of the time I was home. I didn’t want to seem eager. Or clingy. So I kept my distance and waited for him to call me.

  “Coincidence?”

  “Hmm?” I look at him.

  “The last time I almost got you to say yes to me, it was the same caller. I’m gonna assume you’re about to ditch me again now too?”

  I still feel guilty about never going back into the kitchen to tell him I was leaving. “I know. I’m sorry about that. It’s just…it’s a family friend, and I need to take this. Plus, I’ve got to get to psychology. I’ll talk to you later, ’kay?”

  I hurry down the remainder of the steps and answer. “Hello?” I try to sound as cool as a cucumber when I’m really a mess inside.

  He doesn’t say anything, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “I know it’s you, Gabriel. You know, caller ID and all.”

  “I was enjoying your voice. Something wrong with that?”

  I stumble again. Shit! What’s wrong with me? “Oh yeah? Anything else you want to enjoy?” His chuckle is low and manly, and I love him.

  I stumble again.

  “Don’t tempt me, little bird. I have many wants. Some too dark for you.”

  I tuck my head down, hoping no one notices my flushing cheeks. “Never say ne
ver, Master.”

  God, his laugh is too addictive. “I don’t have another class until late morning. I can drive home, and you can show me exactly what you mean.”

  His sigh is long. He’s stressed. “Wish you could, pet. I’m away on business.”

  My mood plummets alongside his. I miss him. His demanding ways. His growl. God, I miss those cold eyes, strong hands, scotch-flavored lips. “When will I get to see you again?” So much for not acting clingy. I can’t hide the desperation in my voice.

  “Does that mean you miss me, pet?”

  In so many ways. My heart, my body… “I mean, it would be nice to see—”

  “Lies have consequences, little bird.”

  “Yes! I miss you. I want to see you and touch you. Be touched by you. I want to feel like I’m flying.” I want to surrender myself to him in any way he’ll take me.

  “Be good, pet. Maybe your wish will come true.” Then the phone disconnects.

  Bastard.

  Hazel

  Today, the weather is ferocious as the wind picks up, gusting a pile of fall leaves across the quad. I cross my arms over my chest to fight the chill as I wait outside the psychology building while Violet tries to let our hot professor down. He’s been hitting on her since the beginning of school, and for some reason, she’s not into him. This is also the week that will never end. I can’t focus. I just zoned out throughout our entire psychology class, and now I’ll have to beg Violet once again to borrow her notes. This thing with Gabriel is fucking me up. What even is it? An affair? A fun time? Does he truly want me? I wish I could talk to Violet about it, but how do I explain I’m sleeping with my dad’s best friend? And not just regular old sex—whips and chains kind of mind-blowing sex. How does one even admit that?

  She senses something’s off with me. I’ve been edgy lately, and I was a total bitch and snapped on her last night during my call with Dad. It was like he was paying more attention to her than me. I felt like a total jerk and apologized later. I’m feeling needy and sorry for myself, and I just want this thing with Gabriel to be something it never will be. A relationship, maybe? Even I have to laugh at that insane idea. Hi, Dad, I brought my new boyfriend home! Oh, that’s right, you know him. Anyone up for pizza? Yeah, and then watch all the bloodshed. No thanks. No one will make it out of that one alive.