Our Dirty Secret (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  He shoved his cock into my tight, pink pussy and fucked me hard. I moaned loudly as he was finally giving me what I needed so badly. He’d been inside of me for less than two minutes and I could already feel an orgasm coming on.

  “Don’t stop, Liam,” I yelled out. “I’m gonna cum!”

  He laughed and pulled his dick out of me. I couldn’t believe it. I was so close and he just stopped. What the fuck was he thinking?

  “If you think you can just get off whenever you want to, you’re sadly mistaken,” he said. “If you’re going to cum, you need to make sure you have my permission first.”

  Holy shit, that was so hot. He put his cock back inside of me and started pounding into me again. There was no way I was going to last long, not with the way he was abusing my hole.

  “Liam, I want to cum! Can I cum? Please?”

  “You may,” he replied as he pulled my legs onto his shoulders and started to jackhammer me. The sound of his balls smacking off my ass echoed off the walls while the smell of sex filled the room. I started to dig into his back with my fingernails while the walls of my pussy clenched his cock while I came.

  When my orgasm was over, Liam told me it was his turn. He pulled his dick from my pussy and jerked off all over my face. When he was done, he wiped my face with his fingers and ordered me to suck the cum off of them.

  I’d had many orgasms in my life but nobody had ever made me feel the way that he had. An encompassing need to be with him filled me and I wanted to submit to him completely.

  After we were done, he untied me from the bed and helped take the corset and collar off me. He collapsed next to me on the bed, holding me and making sure I felt safe. There was no doubt that I was quickly falling in love with Liam, if I wasn’t in love with him already.

  Liam 14

  It had been a month since Lexi had submitted herself to me completely. If there were any doubts in my mind before, they were long gone.

  I was more certain than I had ever been that she was the one for me. We’d become closer than I ever dreamed we would in a very short time, which means something after knowing one another for so long.

  Even after finding out about my dark side, she didn’t freak out. Instead, she embraced it and wanted to be a part of what I was into. She loved and supported me unconditionally. She was going to be by my side no matter what and that’s something that is nearly impossible to find these days.

  For the most part, life was falling into place. It wasn’t yet perfect, but it was definitely moving in that direction. There was only one thing that was keeping me from being completely happy and his name was Kade Nichols.

  The fact that he was able to walk around every day pretending to be some great person pissed me off. He was the scum of the earth and I made it my mission to get my revenge on him. Not only for me but for every person he’s ever hurt.

  Slowly but surely, I started to gather evidence that I knew would be good enough to put him away. In order to do that, I had no choice but to tell Lexi what I’d been up to. I figured she would tell me to leave it alone, especially with all the connections Kade has in law enforcement, but she was actually all for it.

  “I’ll do anything to take that motherfucker down!”

  Those were her exact words and they were like music to my ears. That evening, I sat down with her and we compiled a list of everything he had done to her. We started with the phone call asking her to go out to a club with him.

  I made a note of how she went to the bathroom and had a new drink waiting for her when she came back. We included how she soon got woozy and passed out, only to wake up all alone in a strange hotel room.

  When it came time to talk about what took place in the hotel, Lexi froze up. It was hard for her to talk about. It was probably made even harder by the fact that the two of us were dating. Instead of recounting everything, she gave me a very condensed version before grabbing her purse and sitting it on the table in front of me.

  “Pretty much everything you need to know is inside this purse,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

  She opened her purse and started pulling out Polaroid pictures of her in a number of vulnerable positions. In the photos, it is clear that she was out of it and had no idea of where she was. There wouldn’t be any way he could claim that she knew what she was doing and was a willing participant. That was especially important since many people believe him to be untouchable when it comes to the law.

  If those photos weren’t enough, she also kept a letter that he wrote that threatened to post the pictures all over the web if he didn’t get what he wanted from Lexi’s sister. I’m sure the note was covered in his fingerprints and it wouldn’t be hard to have a handwriting analysis done to prove he had written it.

  I also went into great detail about how I was driving around looking for Lexi, only to find Kade dragging her into a parking lot against her will. I documented how it appeared he was on some type of drug as I pulled him off her.

  “This is really good,” I said to Lexi. “Is there anything else I should include in here?”

  “Yes, actually. You might want to call my sister. She has a couple of recent stories herself.”

  I grabbed my phone and gave her a call. Sarabelle shocked me with the stories she had to tell. On the night of the gala, she was walking alone in the gardens when she walked in on Kade and a married woman. The woman got freaked out because she had been caught cheating and took off.

  Kade thought that Sarabelle should take her place and ended up attacking her. She said that he probably would have raped her if it wasn’t for Christian showing up.

  Just to prove that Kade is a psycho who never gives up, she told me of another time when he broke into her house and was waiting for her inside her bedroom. She had no clue how long he had been in there but she came in one night to find him sitting in the pitch black room. Again, had it not been for her boyfriend coming to her aid, he probably would have raped.

  Sarabelle was all too happy to come by so she could go over everything I wrote down and sign her name to the packet that would be turned over to the detectives at the Scarsdale Police Department.

  Not long after, we got word that Kade had been brought to the precinct for questioning where he, or rather his lawyer, denied the information as unfounded bogus claims.

  Within a couple weeks, we were getting phone calls from detectives asking if we could come in and give statements. I’m so proud of the girls for how they handled everything. They could have buckled under the pressure but they didn’t. They stood firm for what was right.

  It took a couple months of investigating but Kade was eventually arrested after the grand jury decided there was plenty of information to prosecute the case. While Kade posted bond until his trial, Lexi and I decided to lay low.

  We weren’t scared of him or anything, but we didn’t want to get caught up saying something to the media that got twisted and used to help him get off on a technicality.

  We truly had him by the balls. I did everything the right way. Although I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have felt good handling things in a way that were any less than entirely fair. I didn’t plant evidence or do anything else to make him look bad. He’d done enough of that on his own.

  The trial moved quickly and relatively quietly. Kade took a plea deal so he’d only have to spend a few years in prison. The way his attorney had all of his records sealed pissed me off. The world deserved to know what he had done.

  What better chance for me to show off my dark side?

  I was sick and tired of always having to be the good guy so I passed a significant amount of cash to someone who was able to photocopy the case files. I then paid someone else to take those files and leak them all over the media.

  When word started getting out about Kade, the amount of press coverage it got was amazing. Women like Nancy Grace made disgusted faces whenever his name came up on their television shows.

  Potential business partners backed off and distanced themse
lves from his name as quickly as they could. He was like a virus and I was glad that I could do my part to make sure his name and public image were irreparably tarnished so when he got out of prison, he’d continue to pay for the mistakes he made.

  Lexi 15

  Even though we knew it was coming for quite a while, I felt a real relief when we flipped on the television and saw every local news station covering Kade being transferred from the Village of Scarsdale Police Department to the Eastern New York Correctional Facility.

  Even before he sentenced, he had been on home detention with an ankle monitor watching his every move but that didn’t make me feel safe. He always felt like he was above the law and it wouldn’t have surprised me if he would have cut the damn thing off and came after me. Now that he was in custody and headed to prison, I felt safe for the first time in ages.

  Liam, Sarabelle, and Christian were all there so we could watch the final chapter unfold together. My sister was emotional, as she always is, and broke down crying when his face was shown on the screen.

  She got so bad at one point that Liam had to get up and turn off the television. The four of us then enjoyed a nice breakfast together before Sarabelle and Christian headed home.

  Even though it was nice that we no longer had to worry about Kade, there was still this nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. That man had so much influence on so many people, it wouldn’t come as a shock to us if he put a bounty out on us.

  I know that sounds ridiculously old wild west but I have no idea what else to call it. I could see him going to great lengths to make sure he paid us back for putting him away.

  From the day we started gathering the information to give to the police detectives, the four of us make an agreement that if and when Kade went to prison, we were going to go all out in order to celebrate. I figured it was just something being said in the moment but Liam reminded everyone before my sister and her boyfriend left the house.

  “Don’t forget, we have to go out and tear the town up tonight,” he said. “Everyone be here at 7:00 and we’ll have my driver bring the limo.”

  “Where are we going to go?” I questioned.

  “Where aren’t we going to go?” he replied. “Just make sure you get all dolled up for me.”

  That sounded good to me. I gave him a kiss before he left to head to the office. He had so much work to catch up on because he was avoiding the office for the longest time. We’d had reporters camped outside the house all during the trial and through the sentencing phase. Liam said it was a chore just to take the trash out. Going to the office had been his way to escape it until the reporters started showing up there too.

  I figured it was always going to be like that until they got a statement from someone but I was wrong. As soon as Kade’s prison sentence was handed down to the judge, our lawyer told the media that there would be no comment and, just like that, the media packed up and left. It was a welcome relief, although I did kind of like having Liam at home with me all the time.

  I had no clue where we were going to be going that evening but I was excited to get out of the house. I had already decided that I was going to get made up as beautiful as I could for my man.

  I wasn’t going to wear any of my regular club clothes or anything else I would usually put on when I went out. I was going to show Liam that I can class it up with the best of them, even if I am a bad girl.

  As I was trying to decide what I was going to wear for our celebration that night, I heard a sound coming from the living room. I figured Liam had forgotten something when he left for work.

  He was always leaving something behind. It didn’t matter if it was his wallet, files or whatever, he was always forgetting something. Just as I was about to see what it was, two big thugs broke through my bedroom door.

  Immediately, I started screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping Liam would need to come back and would hear me. I tried to run through my bathroom, which was attached to another bedroom to get away but I was quickly caught. My legs were shaking way too much for me to be able to sprint.

  I was doing anything I could to escape. I was scratching and biting and any bit of skin I could find. It wasn’t working as they continued to drag me out of the bedroom and towards the front of the house.

  They got me to the living room and kitchen when I was able to wiggle away. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I knew Kade was going to find some way to get back at me. I was so scared that his crazy ass would be able to make something like that happen. Now there I was, being attacked and wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

  I had to let Liam know what was going on, but how was I supposed to do that? These guys weren’t going to let me make a phone call or pen a note to my boyfriend. Right before they grabbed me again, I reached out and was able to press the memo button on the answering machine.

  I always made fun of Liam for still having a regular telephone and an old answering machine. I used to say that he was the last person in the state of New York who had one. He always told me that you never know when an old-fashioned land line phone would come in handy.

  I’d always think to myself that it would never come in handy but my mind was being changed quickly. Pressing the memo button allowed me to record what was happening without my attackers knowing what I had down.

  “Come here you fucking bitch,” would be the first thing he heard.

  I’m not really sure what else the assholes said after that as I never stopped struggling. I’ve always loved watching crime shows on television and more than once, I’ve heard them say that the minute you stop fighting is when they know they have you and will do whatever they want. Kidnappers are far more likely to let a person who's hard to control go because they’re more work than they’re worth.

  No matter how much I fought back, I wasn’t going to win. They eventually drug me outside and into the back of a waiting van. It was only after I was inside that I realized Kade wasn’t behind the attack after all. Sitting there on the bench seat grinning down at me was Camilla, the ex-girlfriend of Liam’s that made her appearance at the bondage club.

  “You don’t learn do you? You couldn’t just leave well enough alone and let Liam be with me. Don’t you know that I’m his soul mate? Don’t you know that he and I are destined to be together? Just because we are apart doesn’t mean we were going to stay that way,” she said, bringing her face to within an inch of mine.

  “You’re fucking crazy! Do you know that?” was my reply. “I don’t tell Liam what to do. If he wanted to be with you, he would have been with you. I don’t control him.”

  “You don’t control him? Give me a fucking break. Do you think I haven’t been watching what’s been going on? I’ve been working on him for a long time. It was just a matter of time before I had him back in my arms. I was going to make my move that night I caught him in the room with you. That was supposed to be when he and I started again. You ruined it. You ruined it and now you have to pay the consequences.”

  Again, she brought her face within inches of mine. She was talking so close that I could feel her spit hitting me in the nose. Her breath was wretched and I wanted nothing more than for her to shut up and tell me what she wanted.

  “Fuck you, you stupid bitch,” I screamed defiantly. “Liam obviously doesn’t want anything to do with you. He obviously chose me so why don’t you accept it and find some other man to manipulate? Just let me go so I can get back to my life and you can go fuck yourself.”

  The next thing I knew, Camilla hit me with a backhand so hard that it made my ears ring. I lost my balance and hit the wall of the van hard. Everything started to go dark as I slowly slid to the floor. I’d be unconscious for the ride that was ahead of me.

  Liam 16

  My day had been much busier than I expected it to be. I already knew I’d have a lot of work to do but I didn’t anticipate how many times I was going to have to pick up the phone.

  It seemed like I had everybody and their mother’s calli
ng me after seeing the news that morning. My actual mother had my phone ringing the minute I walked into the office. She had been so worried about me and was wanting to make sure I was okay.

  On top of my mother calling to check on me, I had about a dozen friends and family members calling as well as some pretty well-respected names in the national press.

  My attorney had told local reporters that we would not be making any further comments on the matter but I had to admit, the thought of a national interview was intriguing. I wasn’t out to get famous or anything but the opportunity to be on television for hundreds of people to see is a dream so many people have. It’s the whole fifteen minutes of fame thing.

  I didn’t get nearly as much work done as I wanted to. Every time I got down into it, the phone would start ringing or my secretary to would buzz the intercom. Eventually, I had to route all my calls to an off-site answering service.

  The service was staffed by call center professionals in Missouri who would answer my calls, tell whoever was calling that I wasn’t available and take down a message for me. The best part is that whoever took the message would transcribe it into an e-mail so I could read them and reply to the ones that were most urgent.

  Since I had been so busy, I wasn’t able to call Lexi like I usually did throughout the day. I looked at the clock at one point and realized that it was nearly 5:00 pm and I still had a nice little stack of work to get done.

  There was no way I was going to be able to make out of there, get home and be ready to leave by 7:00 like I originally planned. I called Lexi to let her know but her phone just rang and rang. I didn’t figure I’d be able to reach her. She was probably busy getting ready so I hung up, grabbed my cell phone and sent her a text.