His Secret: (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica) (CANDY GIRL SERIES)

by Lucy Lixx

  “It’s a fifteen-minute walk.” I told her, and we started to walk in silence.

  I kept my arm around her as we did for two reasons. I wanted to have a grip on her, and it helped me to walk a little faster. Without a sprain, it should have only been a ten-minute walk, but the twists and turns once again reminded me why we had not tried to walk it after I fell down the small hill last night. When we were back at the house, she smiled. Do you think of this as your home now? I mused. I was hopeful that she did, but if she was starting to see it that way, I didn’t want to make her think differently by pointing it out. Instead, I let go my release of her arm, watching as she continued to walk towards the house.

  Alina didn’t stop when she got inside. She knew where her room was, and I walked with her, stopping at the kitchen. Alina didn’t notice that I had stopped right away, and so she had continued onward towards her room until I cleared my throat, stopping her dead in her tracks.

  She gave me an odd look.

  “How about we take breakfast in the kitchen.” I said coolly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her eyes widened, and she nodded. I just stood there, tapping my foot to see if she’d

  catch her mistake.

  “Thank you, Master.” She bit out, but it was soft and without as much venom as before. She came back to walk beside me as we walked into the kitchen together. I took out a few eggs, deciding that scrambled eggs and toast would work just fine. I almost dropped the eggs.

  “Please. Let me do it.” She said.

  I gave her an odd look, briefly weighing my options before nodding. I sat down in a chair at the table, watching as she took out the eggs. When she couldn’t find the salt and pepper, I pointed her towards the spice cabinet. I watched in curiosity as she took out garlic and onion powder, scrambling it into the eggs.

  “Something I learned when I was little.” She said, adding in salt and pepper.

  The blush was a clear indication that she was embarrassed. She put the toast in the toaster, and I just watched her in silence as she cooked our breakfast, but for the first time, it was a comfortable silence between us. When she sat down, I took a bite of the eggs hesitantly at first, and yet the addition seemed to make them taste better. Looking up, Alina was watching me. I gave her a small smile and a nod of approval, which instantly seemed to make her relax.

  “You did well.” I told her, and she smiled at me. It was a small, hesitant smile, but it was a start, and I appreciated it.

  “I think that since you did not run last night, we can allow you some more…” I trailed off, looking for the right word.

  “Privileges.” I ended up saying, and she gave me a confused but eager look.

  “You can take your meals out here with me, as a start. You can earn more privileges, but they can also be taken away. You can sit in the living room and enjoy the TV and books that I have. No, there is no phone line or internet, of course. I do not have to worry about you abusing that. However, you cannot go out the door without me accompanying you.” I said, and there was such light in her eyes and happiness brimming there that it was as if I had told her I was buying her the world. She nodded eagerly at me.

  “Thank you, Master.” She said, needing no needling to get her to say the word this time. I smiled softly at her.

  “Of course, privileges come with more responsibility. They can be taken away too. I don’t expect arguing from you. Punishments will be harsher if you do.” I said, and she nodded.

  “Do you like cooking, Alina?” I asked, and she nodded a little, seemingly embarrassed over it.

  “Why are you embarrassed?” I asked puzzled.

  “Because it’s so old fashion…” She trialed off, refusing to meet my eyes. I pursed my lips, trying to keep my temper in check.

  “It is good you like cooking. I’m proud of you, and I’d like you to cook more often.” I said. There is nothing wrong with women in the kitchen. I thought bitterly. Feminism has gone too far. I mused, but I had always known that Alina was no feminist. She needed a man like me.

  Alina: New Routine, New Rules

  I had never expected that this would happen. I knew that escape was impossible, and my thoughts of escaping were fewer and far in between. It was as if my old life was a dream, and I had eagerly thrown myself into the privileges that he had given me. I was cooking dinner a day later. He had given me free range to use his fully stocked fridge, and when he noticed that I didn’t have something I needed, he wrote it down. I hoped that it meant that he’d get it for me later.

  He had locked me in my room early yesterday, and I knew he had gone somewhere. The house

  was too quiet. As I waited for my pork chops to finish thawing, cutting the potatoes for dinner, he had come up behind me. His hands were on my breasts as he pulled me back against him. I moaned, closing my eyes as I tried to still.

  “Yes, Master?” I said weakly, trying to hide my arousal. I knew there was no reason to though. Andrew always knew when I was wet. It was as if he knew more about me than I did, but that was a thought that I didn’t like to think too hard about.

  “You say Master so easily now? I love when you call me it so willingly. You are mine, Alina, but you’re happier being mine now, aren’t you?” He whispered against my ear, saying all the things I tried not to think about. I couldn’t’ answer him. All I could do was swallow hard and try to control my thoughts. He didn’t seem to mind. I could feel his hardness through his pants as he pressed into me.

  “I went shopping yesterday. I picked up a lot of spices. Some on the list, some I thought that you might like. Don’t feel like you have to use them all if you don’t want to.” He said, and I breathed a sigh of relief that quickly turned into a moan as he tweaked and pulled my nipples.

  “Thank you, Master.” I said, biting my bottom lip as my stance waivered under his touch, continuing to cut the celery. I could feel his smile as he kissed my neck.

  “Hmm. You are starting to get used to living here, but I have a new rule, Alina. New rules come with new things, of course. I’m giving you everything you want in this kitchen. You can make the grocery list within reason. You do want that, don’t you?” He asked, kissing down my neck and onto my shoulder.

  “Yes…” I whispered. I had given up on cutting the vegetables. He smirked, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, and my knees grew weak as I groaned. I could feel myself getting wet. I had long stopped trying to fight my reactions, and my thighs began to get slick with my own juices as my eyes fluttered closed.

  “You just have to do one thing, Alina, and we both know you really don’t have a choice anyways. Don’t argue.” He said, and before I knew it, Andrew had stepped away from me.

  I felt the knife in my hand, and an image of stabbing him quickly ran through my head. I could see the blood pouring down from the wound, and I knew that the knife would slide in easily enough. It’s sharp. It’s no different than cutting apart chicken, I told myself. Before I knew it, my hand had tightened its grip, and I had run out of time. I was sure that Master had noticed, as his grip tightened on me.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He whispered in my ear.

  His voice was cool and controlled, and there was a promise of retribution in that voice if I tried anything at all. I looked at the knife before taking a deep breath. My hand shook before I finally made myself put the knife down, turning around to face him. At the same time, I felt like I was giving up a part of myself, yet relieved to not have to fight alone in life anymore. I put on a smile, and his grip relaxed on me. He still watched me carefully, as if he was trying to read my sincerity.

  “What, Master?” I asked as sweetly as I could, and his smile only grew. He was holding a black bag.

  “You’ll wear these when you are cooking.” He said, handing me the bag. With shaking hands, I looked into it. There were vibrating panties and a small glass butt plug. There was also warming lube. I looked at him blankly, and he was tapping his fingers against his leg, waiting for me to say somet
hing.

  “Yes, Master…” I managed.

  The idea excited me. For the first time, I didn’t want to protest. I was doing something I loved, and there was a small part of me that wanted to do this depraved act. I knew it’d feel good, and yet I also knew that I should fight. I just didn’t have it in me to fight anymore. Not if I’m enjoying myself. I thought with conflicted emotion.

  “Good girl.” He purred at me. “Now bend over the counter.” He said, and I did as I was told.

  My hands were by the cutting board. I wasn’t wearing anything besides the apron he had given me, and so when his now lubed fingers met my asshole, I shivered trying to stay still. His hand was on my ass cheek, holding me open as he started to work one finger and then two deep inside of me. He pushed his fingers in and out, and my pussy clenched, aching to be full, but I didn’t dare voice such an embarrassing thought.

  “God. This makes me want to take you right here and now, but that can wait until after dinner.” He growled before pulling his fingers out, and the cool glass butt plug was pushed against my now lubed ass. It slid in easily until it hit the largest part, and I groaned in sharp shocks of pain and pleasure, but said nothing to protest as he shoved it deep inside of me until it was all the way in. I was dripping down my legs now, as he went over to wash his hands.

  “Now put the panties on like a good girl.” He told me, watching as I followed his instructions.

  He walked over, kissing me on the temple before telling me he’d be in the living room waiting for dinner. Every movement with the vibrating pearls pushing between my pussy lips and against my clit make me shudder, especially with the cool glass deep inside of my ass. Cooking was difficult, and my carrots were cut very unevenly. If he noticed, he said nothing as we ate that night.

  Andrew: Playing House

  I watched her as she moved around. I did not tell her that she could take the panties off to the butt plug out until we were done eating. She looked at me, desperately turned on that night, but I knew I’d make her go to sleep with that want. It was why I had not helped her to get off. She had a vibrator in her room if she needed it, but I was not going to relieve it for her, and I knew that the vibrator would only make it diminish some.

  That night, I had only taken her mouth, fucking her throat as tears pricked her eyes, but she did not cry helplessly. Her gag reflex was weakening, but her throat had still felt wonderful on the tip of my cock as I used her. I could tell when I was done, that she had only wanted more. The shock in her eyes when I told her to go to her room, locking her in it, was almost too much to bear.

  Today, I had let her out, telling her I would take care of everything but dinner. She had sat in the living room reading, and when dinner came around, she had decided steamed cabbage with white rice and fish. It was a simple meal, and yet the very thought had my stomach growling. I was learning that she could turn even a simple meal into something that delighted the taste buds.

  I watched her as she squirmed with the vibrating panties buzzing away. I watched as the way she had pressed her thighs together, and I knew that she wanted something deep inside her pussy too. I wasn’t going to be cruel enough to make her ask for it, but I wouldn’t give it to her just yet, either. I would add that soon. Soon, I’d have her doing anything I wanted. She would be as if she were the perfect housewife by day, and I would use her by night.

  I was starting to see affection in her eyes, and it was obvious that she craved my approval. As she should. I thought with a smile, but I knew it’d never be hard for Alina to gain my approval. She did know the right thing to do, and she was developing so well, acting just as she should.

  *

  Just as I had though, the food was delightful. The fish was crisp with a hint of lime, and the cabbage had a savory sweet taste where I found she had used honey and lemon juice to give it its unique taste, which coupled well with the fluffy white rice she had managed.

  “You are great in the kitchen. You truly belong there.” I told her, and she smiled, beaming with pride as she kept eating, glancing at me happily as we ate.

  We didn’t talk much. There was so little for us to talk about. I knew that one day we would have banter and real conversations, but this comfortable silence was good enough for now. I watched her eat, clearing her small plate in no time. She didn’t bother to try to go do anything else until I was done as well. She had even made sweet tea to go with dinner, and it was something that I delighted in as much as she did. I could tell that Alina had noticed that we had more in common than she had thought.

  “I would like you to come to my room with me tonight.” I said softly, knowing she could hear me as she put the dishes in the sink.

  “I’ll do the dishes in the morning.” I told her. She stood there, facing away from me and completely still in shock. I knew her heart must be beating fast. She had never seen my room, and I wondered what she was imagining. Do you think I have a dungeon? I mused, and I knew that I had everything in there to create one, but my room would most likely be more welcoming than she was expecting.

  “Yes, Master.” She said, and there was a hint of fear in her voice.

  It turned me on, and I had no desire to dismiss it right away. I got up, wrapping my arm around her as we walked to my room in silence. When we got there, she looked around with wide eyes. I grinned as I watched her. She took in the blue silk sheets and the dark canopy bed. I had made my bedroom here with her in mind, and I could tell that it looked beautiful to her.

  I was sure she saw it as if she had stepped into a romance novel, and that was just the reaction that I was looking for. I had everything we used put away besides the sex swing in the corner. When her eyes landed on that, she had taken a step back, and it was all I could do not to laugh out loud at her innocent reaction. I knew that the swing would bring her much pleasure. The door was closed to the attached bathroom. I wanted to surprise her with that luxurious room later.

  “Do you like it?” I asked, trying to mask the uncertainty in my voice.

  “Yes…” She said, and I noticed myself relaxing despite myself. Was I worried? I asked myself, but I pushed the thought away. There was no reason I should have been nervous. I knew what she liked before I even made this room, and so I knew she’d like it. Of course she’d like it. I know her. I reassured myself.

  Alina: In the Devil’s Den

  His room was perfect. It was as if he had looked into my soul. It was the type of room I had always dreamed of being laid down in and taken roughly and passionately. It made me bite my bottom lip. The only thing that was out of place was the contraption hanging from the ceiling in the corner, and yet it seemed to blend into the background. It seemed to be some sort of sex swing, and the very idea wasn’t something I was able to comprehend. I still had my toys in from cooking, and I felt my inner thighs wet already. He had walked up behind me, putting his hand around my waist and pulling me back against him. His chin rested on the top of my head.

  “I knew you’d like it.” He whispered, and a small part of me was thrilled that he knew me so well.

  It startled me. I knew I should have hated it, but it was even harder to think of him as my captor now. Not with him acting this way, and so I committed myself to enjoying this moment. I knew that enjoyment was hard to find sometimes. Before I knew what he was doing, he was leading me to the bed. My heart was pounding, and it was the only thing I heard besides silence as he undressed me, taking my vibrating panties off after he had stripped me of the dress he had given me that morning. It was disregarded casually on the floor before he pushed me to bend over the bed. My nipples brushed against the silky sheets, hardening instantly as I groaned, wiggling my ass for him. He chuckled.

  “Stay like that.” he said, and I didn’t dare to move as he took off his belt. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but then I heard him in a drawer. I was biting my lip, staying still out of fear of what he would do and fear of what I would see if I turned around. Waiting only made my heart pound louder, but it di
dn’t deter my wetness.

  “Wrists behind your back.” He commanded, and I muttered a quick ‘Yes, Master’ before doing as I was told. He secured my wrists with silky rope, tying them tightly. My breathing was heavy now as I waited for him to take me, but I didn’t expect what was going to happen next. With a swish, the belt landed on my ass. My body froze in utter and complete shock. My eyes widened from terror and confusion, my body bristled. I cried out in pain, but somehow as his hand caressed my now red ass before he hit me once more, it somehow turned that pain into something hazily pleasurable.

  “Why, Master?” I managed to croak out, but he just chuckled, landing another blow before caressing my ass again.

  “I plan to teach you BDSM. The pain in pleasure, little one.” He purred at me, and I couldn’t help but squirm, agitated.

  When he was done, my ass was red and a few tears had streaked their way down my cheeks. I was biting my lip, trying to hold back my moans as he caressed my ass with both hands now. Each strike of the belt had caused me to clench tightly around the butt plug, making my ass even sorer. He seemed to take delight in tapping the end, making me writhe as his fingers wrapped in my hair.

  He pushed my head down, and to my surprise, he started to push himself into my pussy. I could feel him filling more than before. I was tighter with the plug in, and I groaned. I could feel every vein along his cock as he fucked into me nice and slow, allowing me to get used to it. I clenched as he slapped my ass, making me cry out, muffling my protest in the silk sheets.

  He started to thrust into me hard and fast the moment I started to relax. The way my breasts bounced against the silk sheets, made them harden even more. His fingers eventually untangled themselves from my hair, and he pulled me back against him with every thrust with his hands at my hips. His fingers dug in, threatening to bruise me. I pushed myself up enough to moan freely which he seemed to enjoy. I could feel him twitching inside of me. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer for him, and the thought pushed me over the edge.