Vengeful Seduction_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “Kaye, my pretty girl,” I whispered, and it was hard for me not to mean the words as they spilled from my lips.

  My pretty girl.

  Mine.

  Only she wasn’t, and I needed to remember it.

  Still, there was no chance in hell of me turning her down. Without hesitation, I pushed her legs apart and slid my fingers between them, stroking over her slick, swollen lips and teasing her clit.

  I had never had a woman be this responsive before. The noises she made drove me wild and I eased a finger inside of her and felt the desperate movements of her hips as she pushed up onto me.

  “David, David, David.” She moaned my name over and over again, and each time she did it made the heat inside me grow and burn hotter—made me need her so much more.

  Each movement I made was very careful, though. I didn’t want to hurt her, and she’d never had anything inside of her before. If there had been any doubt remaining, it would have been completely banished.

  To be as tight as she was, she pretty much had to be a virgin.

  With my thumb, I found her clit, and I fucked her gently with just the one finger as I rubbed her.

  Her brilliant eyes were almost wild as she moved under me. I could tell the tension was gathering in her body again and I kissed her to encourage her to let loose.

  I wanted her utterly addicted to the orgasms I could give her. It wasn’t a logical thing. But when she came apart in my arms, when she gasped and moaned and clung to me as pleasure wracked her body, I felt a great sense of satisfaction that had nothing to do with the plan.

  “Oh, David,” she moaned as she dug her nails into my arms, holding tightly to me as her body erupted once more under my touch. Her walls contracted on my finger, and she got ever wetter than she had been as cum gushed out of her. She’d had enough for one night.

  I smiled at her and kissed her gently, just one more time. Better to leave her wanting more, I figured. But that meant ignoring my own throbbing cock, which was fighting with my brain to let it have some much-needed relief—relief I would not be giving it. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her off.

  “I’ll see you soon,” I murmured, leaving a kiss just behind her ear. And then I left her lying on the bed, deliciously rumpled. I couldn’t help but look back a few times, just to drink in the sight of her.

  “I’ll be waiting.” She looked satisfied, I couldn’t help but notice. She kissed her fingers, then waved goodbye.

  If I kept this up, it would be absolutely no problem at all to get whatever I wanted from her. I would allow her to lose herself in a daze of eroticism, let her romantic self take over, and then she would let herself get swept up. Before I knew it, I would be inside of her, and then she would be mine.

  A woman like her, I knew, would give herself completely to the first person she slept with. Once we were married, I would shut her out, and then she’d give herself the same way to Brent.

  It was all going to plan. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Brent and I would have what we wanted within the year. I was absolutely sure of it.

  If only I could keep myself from falling for her.

  When I’d planned this out, I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t thought I could end up actually liking this young woman.

  She was getting to me with her sweetness and her beauty and her kind heart—with the noises she made as she came and with the way she looked at me like she thought I could do no wrong.

  A guy could get used to it, but not, I was determined, this guy. I wasn’t the type to be taken in by a woman—any woman.

  As long as I was careful, this was still going to work out fine. She believed me. She believed I was nothing more than a guy who wanted to date her and try to build something with her.

  This was going to end up being like taking candy from a baby, wasn’t it? I smiled grimly to myself as I left her, shutting her bedroom door carefully behind me.

  It was just going to involve a little bit more willpower than I had originally thought. No big deal. I would just hold onto my anger about being cut out of my grandfather’s will.

  As long as I could keep the burning anger fresh and vivid in my mind, I was sure I could keep myself from doing anything really stupid. It wasn’t in my nature to fall in love. Sure, Kaye had surprised me with her cheerful nature, but I wasn’t going to let myself lose everything now.

  Newly determined, I left her house, jumped in my car, and very decidedly did not look back.

  The woman was creeping into my heart—a place she did not belong.

  Chapter 8

  Kaye

  I was pretty sure my bones had actually dissolved entirely. Either that, or my muscles had turned completely to jelly. Either way, I was in no shape to move. For a long time I just lay on my back, grinning like an idiot.

  I’d finally had an orgasm!

  Not one, but two. And all because David affected me like no other man ever had.

  In all honesty, I didn’t want to move. Not right away. I could still feel his lips against mine, as though they had imprinted there. I could still feel the warmth of his hands on me and his lips as they licked at my most sensitive area.

  Of course, I was sad he had left me. I would have loved to have had him stay for the night, holding me, kissing me, and maybe touching me intimately again.

  Maybe that was the biggest reason it was good he had left. If he had stayed, would I have been able to resist him?

  No. I knew it on a deep, almost instinctive level. If David had stayed, I would have given myself to him, and I had saved myself for too long to give myself to someone I barely knew.

  It was too soon. Far too soon.

  Or was it?

  I had never had hang ups about waiting for marriage. All I had ever wanted was for it to mean something—really and truly—when I finally did it. Maybe this thing with David was new, but it definitely meant something to me.

  I just didn’t know what exactly. I wanted him. When he’d had his mouth on me and when he’d slid his finger inside of me, I had almost gone insane with the desire to have him slip all the way inside of me.

  Was he the one I had been waiting for? I had always assumed I would know, and something inside of me was telling me he was it. I had been saving myself for him.

  On the other hand, I had seen enough of how people—men and women both—could act like idiots when they were sexually aroused. I had never been as impulsive as some girls were, but for some reason I wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to what we both ached for.

  Was David Black turning me into an idiot? Or would I be the idiot if I didn’t let myself do what I wanted so badly to do?

  Slowly, I moved my hands down my body, arranging my skirt back down around my legs again. My whole body was still tingling. The orgasms he had given me had utterly blown me away and I wasn’t sure I could trust myself anymore.

  My hands moved over my own body in a slow caress, just as I wanted his to do. I had never wanted anyone like I wanted him and the very intensity of the desire made me suspicious of it.

  What I needed was some advice from someone who wasn’t connected to the situation. Someone who would have a clear head on the subject. It didn’t take me very long at all to figure out who.

  Slowly, languorously, I reached over and snagged my phone. Through half-closed eyes, and fighting off the continuous urge to smile like an idiot, I pressed the screen beside Joan’s name and waited.

  Joan was a friend who wouldn’t hesitate to tell me I was being an idiot if I was. Joan, who had never even met David and who would give me good advice, wouldn’t just tell me what she thought I wanted to hear.

  It was only when she answered the phone and her voice was roughened with sleep and slight irritation that I realized it was past midnight.

  “Sorry.” I could hear the sheepish tone to my voice. “I didn’t realize what time it was. I’ll hang up now and you can yell at me later.”

  “Kaye?” Joan went from sounding annoyed t
o concerned in about half a second, which just made me wince more. I really didn’t want to worry anyone, but I could tell I had freaked her out. Of course I had. Normal people didn’t call their friends this late at night on a work night unless it was something important.

  “I’m sorry,” I repeated, and I had gone to hang up when I heard Joan’s voice coming clear as day through the speaker of my phone.

  “Don’t you dare hang up. What’s going on? You sound strange.”

  I smiled a secret little smile to myself. Strange. That was one way to put it. She’d never heard me when a man had worn me out this way before. No one had.

  “Something’s happened,” I admitted, and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. This whole experience was new to me. I had never had to confess this sort of indiscretion to a friend before. I was always the one who was there to listen to her friends talk about boys.

  Joan was silent for a moment, and when she spoke she sounded incredibly sure of herself. “It’s a man. You got laid.”

  I guess my silence gave me away because she gave a whoop of happiness that was so loud I actually had to hold my phone away from my ear for a second while she got herself under control.

  “I didn’t sleep with him.” I pulled the tattered shreds of my dignity around myself as she chuckled knowingly. “No, I mean it. I didn’t. We …messed around, though. But no dick penetration. I didn’t have actual sex with him.”

  Even through the phone, I could tell she was grinning. I could hear it in her voice. “Well, why didn’t you?” Blunt and to the point, just the way I had expected her to be. It was why I had called her, after all, to talk about this stuff.

  So I rushed forward, not thinking about my words for once in my life. “I don’t know why it didn’t happen. I wanted it to,” I admitted, and my cheeks flushed a darker pink when I said it. It wasn’t the sort of confession I was used to making.

  “I’ve never heard you sound like this about a guy.” Joan paused, then added, “This isn’t about sex for you, is it? Or not just sex?”

  Bless her. She was pretty much doing all of the work for me. She and I had been friends for long enough and it almost seemed like she could read my mind. It was making this whole thing much easier.

  “It’s not just sex,” I whispered, and it helped a lot to know I didn’t have to explain more. I didn’t have to tell her I was a virgin. Maybe she didn’t know all the details, but she didn’t have to.

  She knew what a big deal this all was to me.

  “Say it,” she demanded, and I forced myself to calm down and take a deep breath. For some reason, admitting all of this to myself was far less terrifying than saying it aloud, even to a friend.

  “It’s not just sex,” I repeated. “It’s more. I think …I think I might be falling for him.”

  I could practically hear the satisfied smirk on her face when she spoke again. “I know you are. I can hear it in your voice. And I’ve seen the look in your eyes lately. You’ve got it bad.”

  I shook my head. Damn her smugness. She knew exactly what was going on with me, and I was so out of my depth it wasn’t funny. “What do I do, Joan?” I hated how plaintive I sounded. I was the sort of person who always knew what I was doing when I did something, but with this I was a complete novice.

  “It’s serious, isn’t it?” Joan didn’t seem to need an answer because she continued on, her voice much more solemn than usual. “How much does he know about you?”

  I winced a little. I knew what she meant, even if I considered playing dumb. The fact was, there was a fair bit that David didn’t know about me.

  “He doesn’t know much of anything about me, other than that I’m a nurse,” I said, my voice almost too quiet to hear. “We only went on our first date tonight, though. It’s too soon to tell him everything.”

  I had sort of hoped, even if I knew it was impossible, it would always be too soon to tell him. There were already a bunch of firsts going on with David and I wasn’t sure I wanted to add this one in too.

  “It’s up to you,” Joan admitted. “But I think you should tell him. If you think there is going to be something real between you, he needs to know. What if you get married someday and he doesn’t even know?”

  She had a point. It wasn’t like I was planning to marry David, but the idea didn’t freak me out quite as much as I would have thought.

  I didn’t like the idea of telling him. I didn’t like the idea of telling anyone. Even Joan only knew because I’d had a few too many drinks after she had dragged me out to the bar one night when it was all weighing heavily on my mind—the anniversary of the day my life had changed. And I’d spilled it all to her then.

  Point being, I didn’t talk to people about it. But Joan was right. If I wanted to really be with him, I was going to need to tell him about my past. Maybe David could even be the sort of person to accept it, given his own background.

  And he had opened up to me. I should open up to him too. If I wanted things to get deeper between us, that is.

  There was a reason it hurt me so much to think about David and Theodore, both of them so alone. The truth was, I was all alone too. I had no one, just as he did. It was one reason, one of many, I found myself so drawn to him.

  When my parents had died and left me when I was just fifteen, it had devastated me. I could far too easily understand how David had felt when he’d lost his father and then Theodore.

  We shared this bond and he didn’t even know about it.

  “Kaye?” Joan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts and made me realize I had probably been quiet for too long, lost in my thoughts. “Kaye, what are you scared of? It won’t change anything between you two, not if he’s the sort of man you deserve. I’ve known you for a long time now, and you’ve never felt like this about a man, have you?”

  I shook my head, then realized she couldn’t see me. “No, he’s the first man I’ve ever wanted,” I whispered, and it was nothing but the truth. Joan would know. She had known me for years. In fact, we’d gone to school together and she’d known me pretty much from the month I’d aged out of the foster care system and started college.

  “At least think about it. It’s not right to keep something that big away from the person you’re falling in love with.” Joan seemed to give up, and I appreciated it. She would state her case, but she also knew when to back off.

  Fair enough. I could promise without any problem and I didn’t hesitate to do so. “I will think about it. You know, I just hate when people feel sorry for me. Sure, I was a young teen when my world changed. I lost my family and my home. I was sent to live with a house full of strangers. No one comforted me when I got sad and lonely for my family. I kept that all to myself, not wanting to bother anyone.” I knew I would think about telling David. After all, if I wanted to be serious with this man, he really should know more about me.

  “If he’s the right man for you, he won’t be bothered by it. You’ll see. Tell him before it gets to the point that it looks like you purposely kept things from him. That would hurt him. I’m sure you don’t want that.” She sighed, and I could tell she was tired and needed to get back to sleep.

  “Go back to bed, Joan. And thanks for the advice. I know you’re right. But I also know how damn hard it is to make my mouth open and talk about that very painful part of my life. But I’ll think about it and see what I can come up with. Maybe I’ll invite him over one evening, get drunk, and it’ll spill out of me like it did with you.” I rubbed my chin, as it itched from David’s whiskers. “Goodnight, Joan.”

  “Goodnight, Kaye. You have yourself some sweet dreams.” She hung up and I put my cell back on the nightstand.

  It was late as hell and I still had a bath to take before I turned in for the night. Thanks to David’s attention to me, I’d made a bit of a mess of myself.

  A glorious mess.

  David

  For weeks I had been playing the same game. And I had been playing it expertly, without a single flaw. I could tell
it was time to move on—to step up my game. I could tell she was ready to give more to me.

  Maybe she would even give me everything, and God knew I was ready to have it.

  I had taken her out every day. I worked around her schedule because for some unknown reason she was still working. The picture I had painted of her in my mind wasn’t as accurate as I might have thought, because if she’d been a gold digger, then surely she would have quit her job to enjoy the proceeds of her hard work?

  It was a little uncomfortable for me to think about it, so I pushed those strange thoughts firmly away. Kaye was probably waiting on the money to get into her accounts—that was most likely the only reason she hadn’t quit her job yet. That had to be it. But I shut those thoughts off because they disturbed me and I hated feeling uncertain.

  Instead of thinking, I went grocery shopping.

  Most nights, I had taken my lovely Kaye out for dinner, but I had something very different in mind for tonight. I was going to cook for her—step up my game—and then, well, we’d see what happened.

  I parked my car, then went to the door, ringing the bell. It was preposterous that I couldn’t just walk in, since the house had been my grandfather’s. But I had to play the gentleman with Kaye. My agenda was back at the forefront of my mind.

  “David!” Kaye was clearly thrilled to see me when she opened the door. Her whole beautiful face just lit up, her bright eyes glowing with pleasure. She stepped forward and kissed me briefly on the lips in greeting before her eyes slid down to the bags I was holding. “What’s all this?”

  I smiled and walked past her, going into the kitchen so I could put everything down. She followed along behind me. I turned to face her, then pulled her into my arms for a real kiss. When I let her go, I was feeling a little weak at the knees, and by her dazed expression, she seemed to be too. “I’m making you dinner.” I laughed at the expression on her face, then added, “You aren’t allowed to help. Sit.”

  “Not at all?” She took a seat at the island bar, perching on one of the barstools and looking good enough to eat herself.