Page 50 of Dirty Little Secrets
There’sno turning back now. My skin sticks to my jacket as I stare down at the glimmering stones on my right ring finger. A band of diamonds surrounds an oval-shaped emerald stone, the weight of its meaning heavy on my hand. And chest. Damon leads us down the dim, rich halls of Club Hades, my heart thudding against my ribcage with every step down the blood carpet path toward our final destination. A destination that I’ve sanctioned, that I’ve signed off on.
He was right. I couldn’t run forever. I couldn’t ignore this deep hunger looming in my soul any longer. Within these walls, he’ll have all the control, and I’ll have to trust that I have all the power.
“Strip.” Damon perches on the edge of the king-sized bed in Playroom Three as I hover in the middle of the room, the curtains drawn shut, the door closed. Swallowing, I glance around at my surroundings. On the right side of the hellish room, dark wooden beams adorn the walls with various toys, oils, and pain-inducing instruments displayed on the shelves. “I won’t say it again, Emery.” His words burn with lust. “Strip.”
“Yes,” I swallow back my resistance, “sir.”
Damon’s face lights up, a beastly grin spreading on his face as I remove my jacket, tossing it off to the side. His unwavering gaze follows my every movement, almost controlling my actions as I peel off every layer, every piece of clothing, like I’m plucking petals off a rose.
“I told you I had excellent taste,” Damon rasps, my nipples stiffening against the intricate lace design of the lingerie he purchased on my behalf. He flicks his tongue out, coating his lower lips with glistening spit. He drags his gaze down to the garter belt wrapped elegantly around my stomach, the thin black straps fastened to sheer stockings, my bare pussy on display. His charged silence forces my knees to wobble, the heels of my stilettos quaking under his all-consuming gaze. “Crawl to me.” I hesitate, and he growls, “Now!”
My core clenches at his violent demand, and I drop to all fours, my obedience pleasing him and, surprisingly, me. I tilt my head up, mouth parted as he summons me like a king for tithing. My knees glide along the plush carpet as I crawl toward him, anticipation brewing in my veins. He parts his legs, inviting me inside.
“You’re doing so good, mami,” he rasps, cupping my cheek as I stop in front of him. His thumb strokes my hairline, my jaw, my dry, wanting lips. “Do you remember your safe word?” I nod, unable to keep my gaze off the mountain growing under his pants. “Say it.”
“Comet.” Because that’s what he is. A strikingly beautiful phenomenon, a celestial wonder to the naked eye. But deadly. A potential source of complete destruction.
Extinction.
“And if you can’t talk?” He coaxes open my lips, slipping his thumb into my mouth. I twirl my tongue around, sucking on the appetizer like a starved lioness. “What do you do then?” I tap the side of his thigh three times, and he smiles down at me. “Good girl. Now…” He stands up, towering over me as he unbuckles his belt. My chest rises as he drops his pants, his hard cock springing free. “Remember that, Emery.” He grabs my chin with force, tone deep and menacing as he grunts, “I’m going to fuck that pretty little throat of yours until you can’t,” all the oxygen leaves my lungs as he surges forward, all eight inches of him bashing against my tonsils, “breathe.”
Water pools in my eyes from the speed, the urgency, the aggressive force of his thrusting cock.
“Take it, Emery. Take my fucking cock like the little slut you are,” he grunts, yanking at the root of my hair, tugging and pulling, his fingers scratching against my scalp. “Good girl. That’s a good fucking girl.” He pullsout of me, panting, his teeth gritted as he commands. “Spit.”
And I do.
Desire captures his every feature, tightening his muscles, the veins in his glistening dick throbbing. I spit again, licking the salty tip.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn messy.”
Drool drips down my chin, on my chest, streaks of mascara paint my skin, marking me with sin. My nails dig into the side of his thighs as I bob my head, sucking the living shit out of him.
He moans, the feral sounds encouraging me to go faster, deeper, until he’s all I taste, all I see, all I fucking feel.
“Enough!” He yanks my head back. “On the bed. Bra off.”
I do as I’m told.
With heavy breaths, Damon turns around, unbuttoning his dress shirt, his gaze glued to my aching body as I wait for him on the red silk sheets.
“Lie down. Hands over your head. Close your eyes.” My insides twist as darkness spreads, and a metal clanging fills my ears. Before I can disobey him, he grunts, “Keep your eyes closed, Emery.”
I squirm uncomfortably against the sheets, slickness coating the thin skin between my thighs. With my eyes closed, I’m hyperaware of my other senses. The bed is cool and smooth under my boiling skin. The air tastes thick and hot and smells like him. My breasts heave and fall as I fiddle with my clasped hands, and I know,in mere seconds, he’s going to see the scar. He’s going to?—”
“Ah,” I moan, back arching as the mattress dips and an ice-cold object touches my nipple, a shocking temperature change zapping my system. Melting water trickles down my breast but Damon keeps the ice cube in place, pressing harder, the cold getting uncomfortable, almost painful. “Please?—”
“You can take it,” he grunts, and suddenly there are two cubes, both torturing my sensitive skin. I resist the urge to jerk up, to pull away. “Ten more seconds…”
I count down, writhing under him until the ice is removed, and his hot, wet, mouth takes over. Holy…
“Fuck.” Pleasure courses through my body, igniting a fire in my core as I buck my hips. He clasps his right hand over my wrists, pinning my arms down as he nips and nibbles at my nipples. I gasp, eyes springing open as he flicks my clit. “Damon…”
“You are so fucking wet for me,” he growls, slithering down the bed. “My soaked little slut.” Parting my legs, he settles in between, his teeth scraping against the apex of my thighs. My chin bashes against my chest as I look at him, waiting for him to touch me. A devilish gleam flashes across his face. “I told you to keep your eyes closed, Emery.” He clicks his tongue. “I guess I’ll have to?—”
“Oh, God,” I whimper, throwing my head back as he places an ice cube on my clit and blows cool air from his lips, accentuating the frosty sensation. My pussy clenches as he massages the ice into me, stimulating my nerves, driving me fucking crazy. “I can’t… I want to?—”
“You will come when I tell you to come,” he rasps, slipping two fingers inside of me and stroking my walls, stretching them out, getting them ready for him. He hits the spot, chuckling as I let out a desperate cry for release. “You want to come, mami?” He quickens his pace, my pussy sloshing, dripping, wailing with need. “Tell me how badly you want to come.”
