Page 69 of Secrets of Euphoria

Grasping her hips tightly, I thrust into her over and over as hard as our bodies would allow. The bed creaked and shook, the chains on the posts clanging in rhythm with each movement. Desperately reaching for her hair, I wrapped it around my wrist and pulled it taut, driving myself even deeper into her tightness over and over.

“I’m... I’m going to... cum,” she gasped.

“Not yet!” I barked, roughly pulling out before she could reach her climax.

She whimpered as she often did when I left her with emptiness. Moving off the bed, I strode across the room, opening up a drawer and taking out a thick, twelve-inch dildo. She stalked my cock as I marched back over; it swinging back and forth with each step. Slinking up onto the bed behind her, I slipped my fingers inside her again, then wiped them around the tip of the toy, lubricating it.

“Oh my God,” she panted, “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

Twisting my body around, I positioned myself underneath her on my back, the sight of her glistening pussy above me. With one hand, I guided the dildo through her entrance while using my other fingers to tease and massage her swollen clit. “I love when you squirt for me,” I whispered, feeling a surge of excitement course through me.

The bed rocked with our movements, and she pushed back against the dildo, her voice echoing through the room in a cacophony of moans and shouts. Her pleasure was evident as she repeatedly cried out, “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy,” between incoherent moans. I plunged the dildo into her as deep as it would go, reveling in her tightness.

As she convulsed in ecstasy, I withdrew the toy from her slick folds and eagerly caught her juices with my mouth, savoring every drop. I replaced the toy with my hand, pushing and punching inside her at just the right angle to send her over the edge once again.

“OH, MY FUCKING GOD!” she shrieked in pure bliss, her body clamping down even harder on my hand and wrist as she rode out her orgasm.

Without hesitation, I moved up and released her from her restraints. Before I could even think about ordering her to suck my cock, she’d already flipped around and taken me in her mouth; ignoring every rule I’d set for her in the room. I didn’t give a shit at that moment. Her warm tongue worked wonders on my sensitive skin as she massaged my balls with her hands. Gripping onto her hair tightly, I guided her movements, shoving deeper into her throat until I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, I released every drop of my seed into her mouth while she eagerly took it all in.

I felt grateful for the intense connection we shared. Every time we explored our desires together, it only strengthened our bond as not only a Dom and sub, but boyfriend and girlfriend. She’d turned me into a fucking romantic man.

15

A SPY

LUKE

Giovanna clambered onto a stack of lumber, her bright-pink suede work boots thumping against the wood when her ass hit with a thud. She reached for her black and pink travel mug and took a long sip of coffee before turning to look at me, giggling. “You don’t look well rested at all.”

I nodded wearily, taking my own mug, and gulping down the hot liquid. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

With all the chaos from yesterday and our house full of people, two whole pots of coffee had been finished before anyone left this morning. Jade had helped Kieran cover his injuries with concealer, and James went with him to work as added protection. Kieran’s wife and daughter stayed behind in our house, missing work and school, just in case.

“You don’t trust Kieran,” Giovanna stated, swinging her legs back and forth.

I shrugged, picking up the blueprints and studying them pensively. “I barely know him.”

“But you trusted me right away?”

Rolling the Luxe plans back into place, I set them down then crossed my arms, considering the question. I saw curiosity in her gaze and steeled myself against it.

“I don’t trust you, yet either,” I pointed out with a wry smile. “I think you’re talented as hell and have a good feeling like you belong here with us. There’s a difference. Your dad’s never been a problem for us so I’m trusting the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Okay?” Her eyes rolled, but there was amusement in her expression, too. She put down her coffee cup. “So, what’s the deal with Kieran?”

“There’s no deal.” I picked up my yellow hard hat and placed it on top of my head, then tossed a spare one to her and she caught it. “I just want to make sure he proves himself.”

“I don’t get it.” She perched the hat on top of her head, her low-braided neon pink pigtails hanging down on each side over her shoulders. She resembled those construction workers on HGTV who spend more time chatting with the camera than actually working.

“She hasn’t seen him in so long. She wants to believe him. But I’m not taking any chances with my girls.” And it was true. He seemed invested in helping us. After a private, drawn-out conversation with Ian, the decision was made. Kieran could be involved, but under strict rules and close watch. We’d instructed security guards to remain vigilant, to not only protect Jade and Maddie, but also to prevent anything that might compromise their safety.

Giovanna opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of men entering around the corner grabbed our attention. They shuffled into the room, greeting us with a polite ‘morning’ and various nods in acknowledgement.

“Good morning,” we replied in unison. “This is my assistant, Giovanna.” I pointed back over my shoulder at her. “She’s going to be assisting with the interior design.” A slip of words I immediately regretted. My assistant? Shit. She wasn’t my fucking assistant. Why did I just say that?

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin as she hopped off the stacked wood. She adjusted her dark blue ripped jeans before introducing herself. “Hi, everyone. I’m his… assistant, now.”

Blinking rapidly while stroking my chin, I shook off my words, pointing at each of the guys as I introduced them, “Gia, this is Mike, Oliver, Joey, Seb, Ben, Charlie, and Theo.”

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