The Complete Secrets Series

by LK Shaw

  I stepped to move past him when he grabbed my arm and jerked me around to face him. Without another word spoken, he slammed his mouth down on mine. He devoured my lips like I was his last meal and he would never get enough. The kiss went on forever, and I never wanted it to end.

  He fisted my hair and roughly pulled my head back. My gasp was more of surprise than pain. Our eyes met, and I saw his had darkened to almost black with arousal. He was breathing heavy, and I realized my breathing matched his.

  “I’ve let you get away with being a brat for too long, Bridget. It stops now. Do you understand?” he growled, his voice deepened with desire.

  I half-heartedly struggled against his grip. Then, I did something that always got me in trouble. I opened my big, fat mouth. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

  He laughed, low and deep, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m going to give you something to do with that mouth that will keep you quiet.”

  He kept his hand fisted in my hair holding me in place. My gaze dropped, and I followed the movement of his other hand as he slowly lowered his pants enough to pull out his cock. He guided me down to my knees so I knelt in front of him.

  “Suck,” he ordered.

  I stared at the beautiful specimen of manhood in front of me and licked my lips. In my slowness to follow his command, he thrust his hips forward and pressed it against my mouth, pushing it open. “I said, suck.”

  My reflexes took over and I began sucking, hollowing my cheeks with each pass as he began thrusting in and out. He fisted both hands in my hair and controlled the speed of my bobbing head. He also pushed himself farther into my mouth, going deeper in my throat with each thrust until finally, I was deep-throating him. I sucked for everything I was worth, and when I ran out of breath the slight popping sound of him removing his cock from my mouth sounded in the room.

  “Take a deep breath and be prepared to swallow everything I give you. You better not spill a single drop or there will be consequences.”

  I barely had time to inhale before he thrust back into my mouth, and he quickened his previously slow thrusts. I couldn’t resist reaching up to cup his balls and only hoped he allowed it. When he didn't force me to remove my hand, I stroked and played with his sac as I took in his entire length. I felt his balls draw up under my touch and a few deep pumps later, his seed exploded down my throat. I swallowed it all down, working my throat feverishly so as not to miss any. When I drank the last drop, he pulled my head away from him.

  “Now, strip. Don’t make me tell you a third time.”

  I clumsily rose to my feet, almost on autopilot, and began removing my clothes. He observed me with hooded eyes as he finished removing his pants. When I stood naked he slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

  “Oomph,” I exhaled as the breath left me.

  He flung me onto the bed, and before I even settled, he was straddling me. He grabbed my hands, placing them above my head. He stared deep into my eyes and I was unable to look away.

  “You’re mine tonight, Bridget.”

  I shivered at his words. I ignored the sense of dread that sank deep in the pit of my stomach about how everything would change after tonight. Even though I thought I knew where this was leading physically, I knew the road it took me on emotionally would be vastly different than Connor’s path. For him, this was about jealousy and anger. It was about showing me who was in charge. I knew and accepted it.

  Yes, I could safeword my way out of it. He didn’t know my specific word, but “Red” was almost universal, and I could use it if I needed to. We still had not discussed negotiations or limits. And that didn’t look like it was going to change any time soon. Nothing was different, except a slight shift in my feelings for Connor since the last time we were in this room, and I knew this was going to end badly. Connor still hadn’t made any effort to discover my wants or needs. He was too focused on his jealousy. I also knew this would be about him showing me that I couldn’t handle what he dished out. Yeah, I definitely didn’t see this turning out well for either of us.

  Connor

  What the fuck was I doing? Jealous rage clouded my vision when I saw her talking to Webber. Before the moment I dragged her toward this room, I had no intention of engaging her for anything more than to update her on Alex. But the minute that asswipe touched her, my control snapped. My only thought was to mark her as mine. I wanted to rub my come over every inch of her body, inside and out, so the world would know she belonged to me. Whoa. Rein it in Black. She’ll never belong to you. Even if I could never have her for more than tonight, it wasn’t going to stop me from my current course.

  I maintained a single handhold on her hands, keeping them above her head, while I used my free hand to reach down and tweak her nipples. Her breath hitched and her body trembled with need. I stretched and reached into the stand next to the bed and pulled out padded wrist cuffs. I quickly adorned each of her wrists with one, taking care to keep them loose enough to avoid cutting off circulation. Then, I attached them to a single chain hanging from the D-ring drilled into the wall above the headboard.

  Once her arms were secure, I sat back and admired the perfection of Bridget’s body. Breasts that fit right inside the palm of my hand. The hourglass shape of her waist flared out into hips just wide enough to cradle mine as I thrust into her. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. Her nipples were the perfect shade of coral and small like blueberries. I was dying for a taste. Unable to control myself any longer, I leaned forward and pulled one succulent tip into my mouth. Her back arched, pushing her breast further into my mouth. I pulled back and her nipple slipped out of my mouth with a little pop.

  Not wanting to neglect the other breast, I focused my attention on it. I flicked my tongue across the pebbled berry, earning a moan from her. When Bridget again arched to push herself closer I pulled away and slapped her breast, causing it to pinken, and her to gasp.

  “Lie still,” I commanded. “Don’t move again. Do you understand?”

  She groaned in frustration, but nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  I couldn’t wait to sink my cock so deep inside her. I hadn’t even realized how much I wanted this until Bridget lay spread out before me, a feast just waiting for me to dine. My mouth watered at the remembered taste of her. Like the sweetest of berries. And now she was at my mercy. I took one more lingering look before I stood and headed to the drawers built into the wall on the other side of the room. Her gaze followed my movements and her breathing sounded heavy in the air.

  After gathering the implements I wanted, I returned back to where Bridget waited. I set the two small pieces on the bed.

  “I think your nipples need a little decoration.”

  I drew one nipple into my mouth, suckling it to a firm peak. I placed a rubber tipped nipple clamp on the tip, tightening the screw only slightly. I repeated the process with the other one. Then I tweaked each clamp.

  “Breathe,” I commanded as I tightened each screw more.

  “Oh, god, enough,” she pleaded.

  I made another half turn. “You can take a little more, Bridget.” I sat back and admired the beauty before me. She writhed from the sensation as I tugged the chain between the clamps.

  I tugged again, but this time I circled her clit with my thumb. “Pain and pleasure are interchangeable. You feel the bite of the pain, but the pleasure is also there.” I lowered my head, and as I continued circling her clit with my thumb, I swiped my tongue up her slit, sweeping up her flavor. I continued my oral assault and plunged my tongue deep inside her weeping hole. When she least expected it, I would tug the chain, pulling a little harder each time. Pain and pleasure collided each time until I knew she couldn’t distinguish between the two. With a final tug, she screamed out her orgasm and her pussy spasmed around my tongue.

  As tremors still racked her body, I loosened the first clamp and Bridget screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipple. I soothed the pain with my tongue. When I reached
for the other, her head shook back and forth. “No, Sir, please. God, the pain.”

  “This is only a small taste of what I want to do to you, Bridget. You told me that you were never one to pass on a dare. I’m daring you to do this. No, that’s not true. You will do this.” Without giving her another chance to argue, I removed the second clamp, causing a cry of pain to escape. I chased it away again by surrounding her breast with the heat of my mouth. I laved her nipple, swirling my tongue around it. Slowly, I peppered kisses from her breasts, down to her stomach, and her inner thighs, avoiding the single spot where I knew she wanted my mouth the most.

  When she arched to try and bring me in contact with her throbbing, wet cunt, I slapped her clit. She cried out from the pain.

  “Don’t forget who’s in charge, Bridget. I’ll touch you where I want when I want. This pussy is mine to do with as I please.”

  She groaned in frustration. I slapped her pussy again to bring her to attention. “Don’t make me punish you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice sounded pained. To drive my point home, I brushed kisses down the length of each leg, around each toe, and up her calf and inner thigh, continuing to bypass her center. I traveled upward again, dropping kisses across her shoulders, fingers, eyes, and her mouth. Everywhere but her throbbing core.

  Eventually, I took pity on her and ran a single finger up and down her wet slit, swirling it around her clit before dropping it back down to trace her pussy entrance. I dipped the tip of my finger in to tease her. In and out I pressed, going deeper with each thrust. I added a second finger, then a third. I continued to finger fuck her, her cunt clenching on them with each push, trying to draw them further inside.

  “You will not come until I tell you to. Do you hear me?”

  Her head thrashed back and forth, the sweet agony of arousal crossing her face. When she didn’t answer me, I reached up with my free hand and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Hard.

  “I asked you a question.”

  “Yes, Sir, I will not come yet,” she hissed, her teeth clenched in pain. I released her nipple with her answer and soothed it with my tongue. Wet slapping sounds continued as I kept up the thrusting of my fingers. I lowered my head until I was even with her clit and began flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I felt the beginning spasms begin deep inside her pussy. I withdrew all my fingers, and she groaned in frustration. I knew she’d been close to coming. I quickly donned the condom I’d also grabbed from a drawer

  She was breathing heavy as if she’d just run a race. I knew my heart was racing as well. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I shifted positions again, and before she could guess my intentions, I plunged my throbbing cock deep inside her. I fucked her with everything I had. My entire body screamed in ecstasy at finally being inside her. I had dreamed of this moment for far too long. The reality was so much better than any fantasy I’d ever had. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

  I reached down and rubbed her clit in a coordinated dance as I continued thrusting. Her pussy squeezed my cock, causing a groan to escape me. Our bodies meshed together to become one, our heartbeats synchronized, and a feeling of rightness came over me. So much so that I couldn’t stop the feeling that rushed over me. The feeling that I could let the beast out. I still needed to keep him under control, but he needed a taste of more. I powered into her and increased the friction on her clit. Slapping flesh sounded and her pussy spasmed so hard I knew she was on the edge.

  “Come for me, now, Bridget.”

  Her back arched as powerful tremors shook her entire body with the force of her orgasm. Before she could recover, I flipped her over, roughly pulled her up onto her knees and moved her hands to the headboard to grab a handhold before immediately plunging my cock back into her pussy. I grabbed her hair and jerked her head back for more leverage, and without missing a beat, I began my punishing thrusts, pushing my length as deeply into her cunt as I could get.

  “I told you before I would fuck you so hard and deep you wouldn’t know where you ended and I began. You’ll take every inch of my cock, Bridget. I’m going to come all over you and mark you so you’ll know who you belong to.”

  Bridget met my brutal fucking stroke for stroke as she pushed back against me with each forward movement. A slapping sound reverberated through the room as our bodies came together.

  “Yes, Sir. Fuck me. Mark me. I’m yours to do with whatever you choose.” Her words spurred me on, and I rode her even harder. She continued to take everything I gave her. I pulled her up so her back met my front. I didn’t think I could sink any deeper into her pussy than I already was, but this new position opened her up even more, and she gasped as she took in my entire length. I continued my assault as I reached around to finger her clit with one hand, and pinched a still sensitive nipple with the other.

  The tremors began, and with only a single touch, she screamed “Sir” as she orgasmed again, this time around my cock, which then triggered mine. As I exploded inside her, it only seemed natural for me to bite down on that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, causing her body to spasm even more as her orgasm intensified.

  As her body continued to tremble, I released my grip on her, unlatched the wrist cuffs she still wore, and she collapsed forward onto her forearms in exhaustion, almost purring in satisfaction from another powerful orgasm. I remained half hard inside her. I shifted a little before finally pulling out. I hurriedly disposed of the condom and returned to the bed. Bridget rolled to her side and looked over at me.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  I lay down next to her face-to-face and pushed her sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes. Our gazes locked, and a thousand unspoken words passed between us. Neither of us wanted to break the spell we were both currently under. She reached out and plucked at the shirt I still wore. I clasped her hand in mine stopping the movement.

  Her gaze drew up to mine, and I saw the question forming behind her eyes. I knew, inevitably, I was going to have to answer it. But I wanted to put it off as long as possible.

  “This is twice now that we’ve been together and I still haven’t seen what’s underneath the clothing. I want, no, I need to touch you, Sir. I need that connection. I crave touch and textures. I want to learn what pleases you. Don’t get me wrong; I loved everything you did to me. But, Sir, I don’t know if that’s enough. I’m not trying to be bratty or top from the bottom when I say this, but it’s your job as a Dom to take care of me.”

  “And you don’t think I’ve taken care of you?”

  Her gaze dropped from mine and she stared at my chest. “I didn’t say that, Sir. We haven’t done anything by conventional means. I know tonight started out because you were jealous of Dan— I mean, Detective Webber, but it changed somewhere along the line. We both know it to be true, so please don’t bother to deny it. But here’s the thing. Despite that change, we still haven’t really communicated. Not verbally, at least. You’ve been in this lifestyle long enough to know that communication is the basis of a D/s relationship. I feel like I’m in limbo. I want to please you, but I can’t do that if I don’t know what you expect of me. But you also need to know there are things I need. Things that make me who I am.

  “I have always kept my encounters with other Doms superficial and for fun. It’s a time where I don’t have to be in control. I can let go. I like them well enough and certainly enjoyed the pleasure they’ve given me. But that’s it. I’ve never felt a strong connection to any of them or wanted to explore something further with any of them.”

  She shifted, almost nervously, and her attention remained below eye-level. “And I can’t believe I’m saying this, because I swore I never would, but I want to explore whatever this is with you. For me, that means more. It can’t stay superficial and for fun. If I’m opening myself up to someone, to you, I need that reciprocated. It’s how I’m wired.”

  I studied her a little longer and thought about what she’d said. I had a shitty childhood I fought tooth and nail to forget even if
the scars that decorated by body refused to allow that to happen. To be vulnerable again sent chills through my body. It was as though I was reliving the helplessness all over again. I knew I was being irrational, but I had been conditioned from an early age that being vulnerable was a sign of weakness. It’s what got me broken bones and burn scars over a quarter of my body. Just remembering it brought bile rising to the back of my throat, but I swallowed it down. Was I ready for what Bridget was asking of me? Hell, no. But if I didn’t bite the bullet now, would I ever? I knew she would be worth it in the end though.

  I tilted her chin up until her eyes met mine. “I want more too, Bridget. This is new to both of us, so we’ll have to learn together. Since we’re talking about needs, then let me tell you what I need. Your patience. It’s not easy for me to be vulnerable to someone. I’ve always taken care of the subs I’ve played with. But I’ve never felt for any of them what I feel for you. Just give me some time.”

  Even though I knew it wasn’t what she wanted to hear, she acquiesced. We remained lying together for a little while longer, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

  Connor

  It was early Sunday afternoon, and I had been lounging around the house with thoughts of Bridget running through my head. I wanted to explore whatever we might have, but damned if I didn’t break out in a cold sweat thinking about it. I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but every time I thought about her seeing my scars, I cringed. God, I was such an emotional fucking pussy.

  Not wanting to think about my scars and her potential rejection, I switched my train of thought back to Alex. I made the occasional drive-by over the last couple of days to check on him, including the one yesterday, but I was beginning to believe that there was some truth to his story about the bruises. I knew his routine by heart, and nothing had changed. I was pulled from my musings by the ringing of my personal cell phone.