Bad Boy Secrets

by Seraphina Donavan

  Cass shifted her knees further apart on the bed, but Reed still didn’t bury his cock inside her. Instead, his hand drifted over her dew slicked mound, touching the plump, pink folds reverently until he encountered the hardened bud of her clit. A few gentle strokes of his fingers and the little nub was even more swollen. Cass gasped when he closed his finger and thumb tightly over her clit. It wasn’t painful, but the sensation was so intense, so unlike anything she’d ever experienced before she began to shudder in response instantly. Immediately her sheath began to contract, rhythmic spasms as her clit fluttered and pulsed helplessly, trapped in his unrelenting grip. He didn’t let go for the longest time, not until he’d rung every drop of pleasure from her. Her body ached in the aftermath. Her clit throbbed mercilessly and the walls of her pussy felt swollen and sensitive.

  The bed dipped behind her and she felt Reed’s thighs against her own. He gripped her hips and pulled her back so that she straddled his thighs, his erection pressing against her hot core. She ached to have him inside her. “Please, I need you.”

  Reed smiled as he heard the desperate edge to her voice. “I’ve given you orgasms... over and over today. Isn’t that enough?”

  “No,” she said. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  Grasping his cock, Reed guided it to her entrance. With a small nudge, he slid the head of his cock into her tight sheath. The heat of her body was scalding, the tight clench of her flesh on his was bliss. She moaned in response as he pushed forward, sinking deeply into her welcoming heat. Her cunt gripped him like a fist, the muscles clenching rhythmically around him. He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming right there.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he said, withdrawing slightly only to sink in again, slow and deep. He pressed his hips forward, rocking into her, until she couldn’t take anymore. His balls were pressed against her slit, rubbing against her clit with each thrust.

  “Fuck me harder,” she said.

  Reed gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. There would be marks later. He relished the thought of it, of looking at her body and seeing the evidence of his claim. Rising up over her, he pressed her arms deeper into the mattress, angling her bottom up toward him. He moved again, withdrawing from her, and then slammed his cock into her. Over and over again, he withdrew only to pound his hard flesh into her yielding channel. Her body gripped him, clutching at his shaft, caressing him with each stroke of his cock into her. His balls slapped against the swollen lips of her cunt as he pounded into her. He listened to her soft cries as they grew louder and more insistent. Cass trembled against him, her thighs shaking as she accepted each brutal thrust. He was so close. His balls drew tight and he could feel the familiar tension building at the base of his spine.

  “Come for me, Cass,” he demanded, driving so deeply inside her that he literally saw stars.

  Cass screamed his name as the sweet tension broke through her. Her pussy fluttered, quivering around his hard cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed inside her. The release was so intense she sobbed, tears blurring her vision. Still pinned beneath him, his weight pressing her arms into the mattress, impaled on his cock, she was helpless to do anything but ride that wave of pleasure to its end. She felt his hips jerk against her, once twice, and then the heat of his cum scorched her as spurt after spurt jetted deep inside her. Every twitch, every hot spurt inside her triggered an answering pulse in her sensitive flesh.

  Cass felt him sag against her, his breath coming raggedly and his heart pounding at her back. Their bodies were both slick with sweat. She felt him withdraw from her and roll to his side. She was so tender, so sensitive after all that they had done that she was both relieved and bereft at the same time. A sigh of relief escaped her as he reached over and began to untie the loops at her wrist. When she was free, she rolled onto her back. Her body felt achy and used, but she’d never been so sated in her life. It had been amazing before, but now that she knew what Reed had been holding back, she understood exactly how much restraint he had shown the first few times they had been together. A shiver washed over her as she thought about what other things she had yet to discover about him.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, noting the tears that glistened in her eyelashes. While he’d been rough with her, any pain that he caused was intended to intensify the pleasure.

  “Just enough,” she said. “It’s just so intense... I never thought I’d want to be tied up. Being helpless has never been my thing.”

  Reed sighed heavily, hoping that she wasn’t changing her mind about the nature of their encounters. “It doesn’t have to be that way. If you don’t like it--”

  “I liked it. I fucking loved it, honestly.”

  Reed rolled to his side and draped his arm over the soft curve of her belly. Her nipples were still engorged from her last climax. He couldn’t resist a taste. Dipping his head, he closed his mouth over one cherry tipped breast. The touch was delicate, not meant to arouse as much as soothe. He swirled his tongue gently over the furled bud and then repeated the caress on the other nipple.

  “Oh, my god, Reed! You’re killing me,” she said on a soft moan.

  He smiled against her breast. “Tender?”

  “Everywhere,” she admitted.

  “I was too rough with you this time... But you drive me crazy.”

  Cass shivered as his hand slid over her belly, stroking the soft mound of her pussy. “I wouldn’t change a second of it....But I have to know, is this something you want all the time?”

  “I want you all the time... and I like to be in control. Will I always be rough with you? No. Sometimes it will be soft, tender... sweet,” he added as he kissed the delicate skin just behind her ear. “Other times, I’ll push you to the breaking point. Spanking. Bondage. Blindfolds. Toys. I’ll never hurt you in anyway that you don’t want...But pain can heighten pleasure, and I want to know just how far I can take you.”

  Cass shivered again, her body responding in spite of her exhaustion. “For how long?”

  “There’s no time limit, Cass. We’ll continue this for as long as we both want it.”

  Cass rolled onto her side, so that they were facing each other. He was so handsome. Looking at his chiseled features, the sweep of his dark hair, and the shadowy growth of beard on his jaw, she was simply struck by it. Reed Harrison was physically perfect in every way. “Okay. I’m in.”

  With his hand still covering her mound, Reed slid one finger between the damp, swollen folds. “I believe that’s my line.... I did promise to make you cum over and over until you begged me to stop.”

  She ached all over. Every part of her body had been put through the paces, but with his callused finger stroking her clit, Cass couldn’t say no. “Then make me beg, counselor.”

  CHAPTER FIVE Cass meandered through the crowd, smiling and nodding. It was another of Evie’s fundraising events for the local Civil War Museum. They were dryer than dust, but Evie had asked her to help out and there wasn’t much Cass wouldn’t do for Evie. As a general rule, she didn’t mess with the “rich folk”. Evie spoke their language and Cass was content to let her deal with them. Generally, Cass’ role was to run interference with caterers, security and the valet service. She helped Evie keep things running smoothly so that Evie could schmooze with the local elite and entice them to donate. The system had worked well for them over the years. They’d averted a few minor disasters that night, and Cass hated to admit that most of them had occurred because she had been distracted. Reed had occupied her mind far more than was good for her.

  With a weary sigh, Cass reached for a glass of champagne from one of the passing waiters. She took a long sip and contemplated her current predicament. Things with Reed had gotten for more complicated than she had imagined. He had taken her to places she had never imagined going, and now she couldn’t imagine not having that in her life. What had started out for her as a way to get him out of her head, out of her system, had only heightened her awareness and her need of him. Just t
hinking of him had her scanning the room for him. He was supposed to be there. As one of the up and coming attorneys in Gresham County, hobnobbing with the elite was a requirement.

  “Looking for someone, Cass?”

  The voice came from behind her and it was not one that she wanted to here. Crystal had come to the fundraiser on the arm of some desperate and pitiful young man whose only dates to that point had been via the internet. Turning to face her, Cass noted first of all that she looked lovely in her very pink, very sequined dress. Only someone as painfully young and blonde as Crystal could get away with it. The second thing Cass noted was that Crystal appeared to be mad as hell.

  “Is there something I can help you with, Crystal?”

  Crystal smirked at her. “He’ll never stay with you. A man like Reed needs a woman who will be an asset to him. You’re nothing but a cheap slut and eventually he’ll get tired of you.”

  Cass’ temper got the better of her in that moment. Before she could even think about what she was saying, she uttered, “Better to have him get tired of me after a while than to never want me at all. If you can’t entice a man to fuck you by bending over and baring your twat to him, you must live one sad and lonely life! Go home and hump your teddy bear, little girl. You’re not ready for grown up games.”

  Crystal’s smirk faded to a thinly veiled snarl. “You watch yourself, Cass. I know things that you wouldn’t want getting out.”

  Cass wasn’t about to be blackmailed or threatened by anyone, especially a slip of a girl who still lived with her parents. “You do whatever you feel you have to, Crystal. But if you think it’ll bring Reed to heel you are in for a rude awakening. You’ll be biting off a hell of lot more than you can chew with him.... Now, I’m advising you to find your date and plead a headache, otherwise I’ll have security escort you out.”

  “You wouldn’t dare!”

  “Try me... We’ve already established there isn’t much I won’t do.”

  Evie approached then as Cass watched Crystal stalk out. “What the heck was that about?” her friend asked.

  Cass shrugged. “It’s about a spoiled little girl who is very used to getting her way.”

  “I take it what she wants is Reed?”

  “She’s under the impression my relationship with Reed is more than professional,” Cass responded evasively.

  Evie laughed. “I’m the one who taught you that trick! Don’t try to feed me some half truth and let my assumptions do the rest. I know what’s going on between you and Reed. When you two are in a room together it’s like somebody opened the door to a furnace!”

  Cass frowned, glancing around to be sure they weren’t overheard. “I was hoping to keep things quiet. Reed doesn’t need a scandal. Career wise, I’m not the best choice for him.”

  “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response. I’ll let you take it up with him, though, since he’s headed this way.”

  Cass glanced up and saw him strolling towards her. The man wore a tuxedo like a god. He just oozed sex appeal in it. It emphasized every perfect, masculine angle of his well muscled body. “Shit, he looks good.”

  “Good enough to eat! If I wasn’t so blissfully happy with my own super horny guy, I’d be in the fray next to Crystal.”

  Cass shot Evie a baleful look. “Don’t pick a fight or I’ll sic the caterer on you.”

  Evie shuttered. “No. That woman terrifies me.”

  “Evie,” Reed said as he stepped closer. “You look lovely. And Cass, that’s quite a dress you have on, “ he added appreciatively.

  She shouldn’t have spent the money on it, but hearing the soft hum in his voice, she decided it had been worth it. The navy blue satin clung to her figure, coming to a deep V in the front, and the halter top baring most of her back. The skirt skimmed over her hips and ended in an inverted V just above her knees. She hadn’t even been able to wear underwear beneath it. She’d had to rely on a drag queen friend and flash tape just to make sure she stayed decent. “Thank you. I’m rather enjoying my new purchase,” she said with a flirty grin.

  “I’m leaving before you all make me blush. And if you can’t wait until you get home to have sex, at least find a room with a locking door,” Evie said disgustedly, as she walked away.

  Reed raised an eyebrow at that. “You confided your deep dark secret to your friend?”

  “I confided nothing. Evie guessed. I’ve never been able to keep secrets from her. Stalker Barbie is here, by the way.”

  “Crystal?” he asked.

  “How many other blonde stalkers do you have?”

  “Excellent point... Problems?” He reached for a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

  “Nothing I can’t handle.”

  “I have a few things I’d like for you to handle,” he said.

  Heat arced through her body at the sensual promise in his voice. “I’ll let Evie know she’s on her own for clean up duty.”

  “You do that,” he said, “and I promise to make it worth your while.”

  Within five minutes, Cass had located Evie, made the necessary arrangements and was strolling back across the ballroom towards him. In his tux, he looked so handsome standing there and so perfect that her breath literally caught in her chest. As she neared him, her steps faltered and she slowed, coming to a stop only a few feet from him.

  “Is there something wrong?” he asked, moving nearer.

  Cass cocked her head to the side and then impulsively, she gripped the lapels of his tuxedo jacket and rose on her toes to kiss him. Her lips brushed his softly, once, twice, and then he took over, kissing her in a way that left no doubt in the minds of anyone who happened to see them what the nature of their relationship was. When the kiss broke, they were both breathless and more than a little starry eyed. “What was that for?” he asked.

  “That was for finally coming to my senses. Between you and Evie, I’ve decided that the elitist matrons of Gresham County can kiss my lilly white ass.”

  Reed tugged her closer and, with a wicked grin, said, “Me first... Let’s go to your house. Your kitchen is better stocked.”

  She chuckled. “Do you ever think about anything other than food?”

  “Yes... I think about you,” he said.

  With his voice pitched low, the deep bass rumbling over her skin, Cass could only shiver in response. “Show me.”

  Reed kept his hand at the small of her back as he guided her through crowd. Cass handed her ticket to one of the valets and Reed followed suit. As they waited, Reed touched her constantly, his hand smoothing over her back, touching her arm. Cass leaned into him, enjoying the luxury of being able to touch him publicly, to revel in the heat, the spark between them, without trying to hide. Turning her face into his chest, she craved the feel of his skin against hers and resented the clothes between them. It was only when she felt him tense beneath her, his arms tightening around her the muscles of his chest bunching beneath her cheek.

  “Cass, this is not good,” he said.

  Cass recognized the controlled fury in his voice. She’d heard it before, years and years earlier when he’d been ordering a man more than twice his age to stay away from her. There had been other times, too, she thought. Reed had always been there, looking out for her. Slowly, she turned her head and what she saw made her heart sink and her stomach turn dangerously. Her car was ruined. Vicious, ugly words had been spray painted all over it and scratched into the paint. The word ‘whore’ was emblazoned across the hood.

  “I will fucking kill her,” Cass said. It had to have been Crystal. There was simply no other option.

  Reed slipped his phone from his pocket and sent a text to Jackson, who was inside. “It’s fixable,” he said. “Jackson can take care of this... and if it was Crystal, I will handle it. It’s my fault for not being more clear with her.”

  “Seriously? You fired her crazy ass for flashing you her hoo-ha... That’s pretty clear,” Cass said moving toward the car to survey the damage more closely.

>   “Holy shit!”

  The exclamation came from Jackson and was accompanied by Evie’s gasp of horror as they stepped outside. “Oh my god! Cass, this is horrible! Who would do this?”

  “We have a good idea,” Reed said. “Jackson, can you fix all this?”

  “Yeah, I can fix the car,” he said pointedly. “I can’t fix the crazy that did it though... What color you want, Cass? Same one or do you want to change it up a little?”

  Cass looked at the bright, fucshia letters and sighed. “Anything but pink.”

  “Will do, darlin’. Will do. Give me your keys and I’ll get this out of here before we have more gawkers... unless you want to call the cops.”

  “No. They wouldn’t do much anyway. Just take it,” she said, and passed the key to Jackson, just as the second valet pulled up in Reed’s SUV.

  Within minutes, Cass was safely ensconced in the passenger seat and Reed was driving toward her small house. It would be all over town by morning that she and Reed had been kissing at the party and that her car had been vandalized. They would be the topic of more breakfast conversation than she even wanted to consider. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Even those few moments of feeling free, of letting herself be open and totally unabashed in her feelings for him had been heady and addictive. She had no plans of stopping now.

  With that thought in mind, when they stepped into her living room, Cass untied the halter top of her dress and let it puddle to her feet. The stick on bra which was decidedly unsexy came away next as she walked towards the back door, her bare behind swaying seductively. She had left her heels on and knew that her legs, and her ass, looked amazing.

  “What the hell are you up to?” he asked.

  Cass smiled, “I don’t think I’ve given you the full tour of my house. There is one thing that totally sold me on this house,” she said, her voice sounding distant as she stepped onto the back porch.

  Following her, Reed stopped in his tracks. The back of the house was an old fashioned sleeping porch. Screened in, there was a small overhead light with a ceiling fan. The large trees that grew on either side of the house shielded it from view and the privacy fence at the back kept anyone from the next street over from seeing them. An old fashioned iron bed, the enamel cracked and peeling, was situated against one wall, facing out into the night. Covered in white, frothy sheets and laden with pillows, it looked inviting and completely seductive. It was decadent and totally her. “If I do what I want to you out here, the neighbors will probably call the police with a noise complaint.”