Smutty Little Secrets

by Vivienne Hunt

  “That’s a good girl. You’re going to learn to take all of it,” he said as he forced his cock down my throat again. “I want to feel your nose touch my base.”

  I was helpless to stop him—not with the death grip he had on my head. Instead, I tried to find a rhythm of when to breathe while I flattened my tongue the best I could to keep from choking. I lost track of how long he fucked my mouth. My knees were hurting, but my pussy didn’t care—she was quaking with need.

  “Commiingg,” he moaned sometime later as he held my head still while he pumped his load down the back of my throat.

  Quickly I began to swallow his seed for fear of gagging it back up.

  Only when the last of his cum was drained did he let his cock slip from my mouth. Effortlessly, he lifted me off of the shower floor as if I were a ragdoll and pulled me into a steamy kiss.

  I began to touch my pussy. I wanted to get off. I needed to get off.

  Jason reached down and slapped my hand away before repeatedly slapping the top of my mound, which sent shockwaves through my body. “You’re not to pleasure yourself unless I tell you that you can. Do you understand?”

  “But, Jason . . . ,” I whimpered helplessly.

  My objection earned me a couple harsher slaps, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

  “Tomorrow,” he said with a firm stare.

  “Tomorrow?” I whispered, still not comprehending.

  “Cassandra is taking you out shopping. Be ready to go by nine o’clock.”

  I started to protest, but when his eyes flared, I immediately clamped my mouth shut.

  “Now, finish up, get dressed, and have dinner ready for your husband by the time he gets home.” Jason tweaked one of my nipples. “And, Nikki, you are not to play with yourself. Do you understand? If you do, Cassandra will know. Believe me.”

  I nodded, feeling like I was going to be on the verge of tears. All I wanted was some release. Why wouldn’t he give it to me? Why couldn’t I have it?

  Jason kissed me one last time before he exited the shower. “You’re doing so well, Nikki. You’re being such a good girl for us. Don’t disappoint me now.”

  I stood alone in the shower, soaping my body with my brain on autopilot. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I knew I was in over my head, but I had no idea how to stop it. And more shockingly, I didn’t know if I wanted to.

  The next morning, I was waiting for Cassandra on my front steps at ten minutes to nine. Brad had already left for work hours ago. He had been too wrapped up in his morning routine to notice my anxiousness. Oddly enough, when he had gotten home last night, he had wanted sex. It took all of my willpower to fend him off with the excuse of a headache. I even went to bed early in order to keep the ruse up. I slept fitfully, as I awoke several times debating whether or not I could sneak into the bathroom and use my vibrator to get off. But I kept seeing Jason’s face from the shower as I remembered his words to not disappoint him. Needless to say, I was wound as tight as a bow by the time Cassandra’s toffee-colored Lexus pulled up.

  I climbed into the passenger seat. “Good morning.”

  She took one look at me and turned off the engine. “Out,” she commanded, “and back upstairs. You are not wearing that.”

  Stunned, I glanced down at my floral-printed capris and teal, wrap-shirt. “What’s wrong with my outfit?” I questioned without thinking.

  Cassandra closed her eyes briefly and her lip twitched. “Nikki, darling,” she said in that same voice she had used on Brad at the party, “we’re going to the spa today and then to lunch at Veneto’s. You simply can’t wear that.”

  “Oh,” I mumbled, feeling stupid. The spa didn’t really require a dress code but Veneto’s did. It was an exclusive Italian restaurant on the outskirts of Birmingham that required reservations, usually months in advance.

  Cassandra got out of the car, came around, and opened the passenger door. “I know this is all brand new to you, Nikki, but didn’t I tell you that I was going to take care of you? You need to trust me, hon. I know exactly what you need.” She held out her hand to me.

  I took her hand and she squeezed it gently. “Sorry, I’ll do better. I promise.”

  She kissed the side of my temple. “I know you will. I have every confidence in you.”

  Back inside and upstairs in my walk-in closet, she selected a low-cut designer sundress with spaghetti straps and a flared hem that ended right above the knee. “Don’t make me wait. Take your clothes off and get changed,” she commanded, standing in front of me with no intentions of leaving.

  Nervously I undid the wrap on my shirt. Why was I so nervous? I saw the sunlight streaming in through the bedroom windows, and everything felt different. This felt different. It was daytime now, and we were going out—where people would be around. My smutty little secrets were no more going to be confined to our houses.

  Cassandra’s eyes roamed over my breasts while I unbuttoned my capris and stepped out of them. “Mmm . . . you remembered not to wear a bra. Good girl. Very good.”

  Her brilliant smile told me she was genuinely pleased, and my tension began to ease.

  “Those panties, though”—she tsked— “you won’t be needing them.” She snapped her fingers several times. “Take them off.”

  “But . . . I like my underwear,” I whined. “Why can’t I wear my underwear?”

  In a heartbeat, her genuine smile had faded away. Instead, it was replaced by a scowl that told me she meant business.

  Panicking, I realized my error, but it was too late.

  Cassandra grabbed me by the hand, pulling me back into my bedroom. Before I knew what was happening, she had sat down on the edge of my bed, spun me around, and had me bent over both of her knees in a matter of seconds. With skilled precision, she clasped both of my tiny wrists in one of her hands while the other ripped my panties down to my thighs, exposing my bottom.

  The first slap felt like I had been hit by a bolt of lightning.

  “You will do as I tell you.”

  Slap!

  “When I tell you.”

  Slap!

  “You filthy, cheating slut!”

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “I wonder what Brad would do if he found out that he married such a slut?”

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “Please don’t tell Brad! Please! I promise to be good! I promise!” I wailed while Cassandra mercilessly spanked me. Brad would divorce me on the spot. That’s what Brad would do. I was sure of it.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “No more questioning me. When I tell you to do something, you do it!” Cassandra’s voice was stern and even.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  I squirmed on top of her as tears rolled down my cheeks while she continued her assault. The pain was fierce, and my entire bottom felt as if she had set it on fire. “Please, please! I’ll behave. I’ll listen. Please stop!”

  Slap!

  Slap!

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “Please what?” she asked, momentarily pausing as she smoothed her hand over my cheeks in wide circles.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “Please . . . ma’am,” I pleaded as my eyes filled with tears.

  “‘Ma’am’?” Cassandra repeated.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “I am much more than a ma’am to you now.” Cassandra paused her assault on my bottom, and I tensed. “I am your mistress, and when we are alone, you will address me as such.”

  Slap!

  Slap!

  “Yes, Mistress! I understand!” I quickly submitted, hoping to put an end to my humiliation.

  “Ah . . . now you know your place.” She began rubbing wide circles again over my flaming bottom. “Do you know how I know that you’re a slut, Nikki?”

  “No, Mistress,” I simpered, trying to stop the tears from flowing.

  Without warning, she slipped several fingers into
my pussy.

  I gasped.

  I was sopping wet.

  “This,” she said as my pussy made loud sloppy-squishy noises while her fingers plowed in and out of me. “Do you hear that? It’s the sound of your slutty cunny, you little whore. It barely took two days,” she continued while my body betrayed me as it greedily met her thrusts. “In just under two days—with the help of one fat dick—and now you’re mine. Your slutty ass is mine. Mine and Jason’s.”

  I cried out my pleasure, the need from the previous day welling up inside of me like a geyser ready to burst. “Please let me come, Mistress. Please!”

  “Why should I?” She withdrew her fingers, slapping my slick pussy lips several times before pushing them back inside me again. “You don’t listen when I tell you to do something. I don’t think you deserve this orgasm.”

  “I do, Mistress, I do! I’ll do anything. Anything. Please!”

  “Damn straight you’ll do anything.” And with those words, she easily slipped another finger inside of me while she pressed her thumb into my rosebud. “Time to come, Nikki. Come hard.”

  The sharp invasion into my puckered bottom was all it took to send me over the top. I screamed out my orgasm while my pussy convulsed around her fingers, the pleasure so intense I thought I was going to black out.

  “That’s a good girl,” Cassandra complimented me while I gulped for air, still laid out on top of her. She withdrew her fingers, and I felt her smear my juices all over my sore cheeks. Then she stood me up with my panties still bound around my thighs. She folded her hands on her lap and began talking to me like I was a child. “When we’re in public, you are to address me as ‘Cassandra’ or ‘ma’am.’ Both are perfectly acceptable. You will address Jason as ‘Jason’ or ‘sir.’ ”

  I nodded my head, not daring to move; the aftershocks of my orgasm were still zinging through my body.

  “But when we are alone—be it in this house or ours—then you are to address us as ‘Mistress’ and ‘Master.’ Do you understand, Nikki?”

  I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “We know what’s best for you. We’re going to take care of you.” She checked her watch and sighed. “It’s too late for the spa now. That will have to be another day. Go make yourself presentable. Wear the sundress I picked out for you. And, Nikki,” she said as she yanked at my panties still wrapped around my thighs, “I never want to see another pair of these on your ass when we are together. Ever. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I complied.

  Pleased, she stood and wiped a finger across my tear-stained cheek. “You are loved, Nikki. Never forget that. Now do as I ask. We don’t want to be late to Veneto’s because, after lunch, the real shopping begins.”

  Cassandra made for the steps while I delicately walked into the bathroom. My rear end was in such searing pain, but I didn’t dare continue to weep. Instead, I took off my ruined makeup, washed my face, and then started over. Once finished, I slipped into the sundress and twisted my hair into a loose knot. I touched the necklace while I studied my reflection. It was then that it hit me.

  My life was no longer my own.

  Lunch at Veneto’s was a tender exercise in self-control. Granted, the appletinis helped to numb my aching bottom, but every move I made—no matter how slight—would cause an uncomfortable jolt of heat to emanate from my swollen cheeks and shoot right up my spine before creeping across my face, causing my other cheeks to flush. I couldn’t remember another moment in my life when I had felt so self-aware of my state of being. Carefully I took another sip of my drink. At the rate I was going, I wouldn’t be feeling a thing in a few hours. Thank goodness I wasn’t driving.

  Cassandra, for her part, was as vivacious as always. She flirted with the waitstaff and chatted lightly with another woman at the table next to us. She was in her element, and it was like sitting next to the sun—brilliant and warm. It was one of the things I loved about her—that she had the ability to glide effortlessly into a room and command everyone’s attention, regardless of whether they wanted to give it to her or not. Very few people ever said no to Cassandra—me being a prime example. I loved my sister-in-law. Truly, I did. She had always been there for me through the ups and downs of my marriage. We had always been close. Now, we were getting closer. Whether I wanted to or not didn’t seem to matter anymore. I thought about the mind-blowing orgasm she had given me only a few hours earlier, and deep down I knew the truth. I wanted more. My trouble was, so did Cassandra.

  “Nikki, you’ve gotten so quiet. What are you thinking about?” Cassandra reached over and squeezed my hand.

  Damn it if my heart didn’t skip a beat.

  She leaned in and whispered, “You know I gave you permission to speak freely over lunch, sweetie. What’s on your mind?”

  “Nothing, ma’am,” I started, remembering my manners. “I was just watching you and thinking about our past times together.”

  Cassandra smiled and it lit up the room. She affectionately rubbed her thumb over the top of my hand, causing my throat to go dry. “I have news for you. I almost forgot, after our morning distraction and all.”

  I didn’t dare attempt to argue with her over the semantics of calling my spanking a “morning distraction.” Rather, I took another mouthful of the mind-numbing alcohol I was holding before answering, “I can’t wait to hear it, ma’am.”

  “How would you like to work as a paralegal?”

  My mouth dropped open, and I almost tipped my drink over while setting it back on the table. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, ma’am.” I recovered quickly.

  Cassandra laughed. “I thought that might shock you. Jason’s investment company shares a floor with a small law firm.” She continued to rub my hand, and I swear it was putting me into a trance. Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I wondered if she was trying to hypnotize me. “Now, when I say, ‘Small,’ I mean small. There are only three lawyers that make up the practice, and one of their paralegals just moved to Idaho.”

  “Idaho?” I repeated slowly. Shit, what was in those drinks?

  Cassandra shook her head in disbelief. “I know, right? Anyways, darling, you start tomorrow. The job is yours.”

  Drinks or no drinks, my fuzzy brain was still clear enough to process her words. “You got me a job? I . . . I . . . can . . . go to work?” I was too stunned to address her correctly.

  Cassandra wove her fingers through mine. Either she, too, was a little tipsy or she was allowing me my slipup. Either way, I had momentarily gotten a pass. “The truth is Jason and I cannot have you sitting at home day in and day out for the rest of your life, doing absolutely nothing with your time. It’ll rot your brain. I know you, Nikki; you’re a meticulous, smart woman. You like to please people. I know you. The hours are part time, of course. I can’t have you too absorbed in your work. You have other talents that I want to refine. Besides, this way Jason can keep an eye on you when you’re not with me.

  I kept nodding my head, trying to absorb everything she was telling me. I knew that there was more to it than she was letting on, but all I kept hearing inside my head was that I had a job. I had a job. “Thank you, Cassandra. Thank you so much.” My eyes began to water, and she released my hand so I could dab them with my napkin.

  “You’re welcome, Nikki.” Cassandra motioned to our server for the check. “Now begins the fun part—the part that I have been waiting for all day—shopping.”

  I wondered where we were going when Cassandra started to drive in the opposite direction of the mall. It wasn’t until we got on the interstate, though, that I started to get uncomfortable. Fortunately, the numerous appletinis I had consumed had done their task—the pain in my butt cheeks was reduced to a dull ache. I didn’t even mind that I wasn’t wearing any panties anymore, but as she drove farther and farther out into the sticks, I kept fidgeting. Several times I opened my mouth to say something, only to close it again for fear of retribution.

  “You’re wondering where we�
��re going, aren’t you?” Cassandra observed slyly.

  “Yes, Mistress,” I replied shyly, still getting used to the new formalities.

  “You won’t have to wait much longer. You’ll see.”

  True to her word, about five minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of an unmarked warehouse building. There seemed to be only one entrance—a metal door with a cardboard sign that read Open taped to it.

  I’m not gonna lie. Every instinct inside of me told me to bolt. Though, I had no idea how far I would get in strappy sandals, with burning butt cheeks, miles from home. A vision of me dying in the surrounding woods flashed through my mind.

  “Nikki.” Cassandra snapped her fingers in front of my face.

  I slowly turned to her. “Hmm?” Honestly, I couldn’t think straight.

  “Trust me.” Cassandra got out of the car and came around to fetch me. With her arm linked through mine, she walked us over to the metal door and pulled it open.

  I’m going to die, and no one is ever going to find me, I thought, taking a deep breath and preparing for the worst.

  What I saw inside did take my breath away, and I still wanted to bolt for the woods. I was standing in the largest adult sex shop I had ever seen. Actually, it was the only adult sex shop I had ever seen or had stepped foot in. It was a wonderland of leather, latex, and lace. There was so much to look at all at once that I froze, not knowing where to look first.

  “I’d knew you’d like it.” Cassandra brushed away a wisp of hair that had fallen out of my twist. “This is just the beginning. We have to get you ready for tomorrow.”

  I nodded, dumbfounded, still unable to string a coherent sentence together.

  Cassandra began to pull me through the store while she loaded up on lingerie in every imaginable color and style. She would pause now and again and hold something up to my body before handing it to me for the “keep” pile or putting it back on the rack.