Page 9 of Sinful Secrets

“I'm on club business, and damn, I need some relief, darlin’.” I groan as I adjust myself.

“Well, I guess I will have to do my best over the phone until I see you again. You want my mouth or my pussy?” she purrs. I close my eyes, leaning my head back and freeing my hard cock from my jeans, wrapping my fist around it.

“Your mouth, darlin’, give me your mouth,” I demand.

“I'm on my knees, my lips open wide to take your huge cock, and I don’t hold back until you hit the back of my throat. I tease you with my tongue, sucking and circling all the way from the tip to the base.” She breathes sexily down the phone. I pump my cock and groan. “You grip the back of my head and thrust yourself into my mouth, making my eyes water. You fuck my mouth, you own it.” She moans.

“Fuck, you're good at this shit.” I moan. I imagine her, me fucking her fake-fucking-filled lips as I fist my cock, bringing myself closer to coming. “Give me more, darlin’, I'm close,” I grit.

“I don’t stop, I suck you harder. I cup your balls gently, squeezing them. I can feel you’re close, I can taste you. Hmm, you taste so good, baby.” She moans, and that’s all I need as my hand moves faster. I hear the creak of a floorboard and my eyes spring open, seeing Bambi stood there, watching me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. I don’t stop, and her gaze lands on mine as I come hard, coating my stomach and chest, panting, our eyes still connected.

“Bambi,” I rasp, and she jumps and turns quickly, running back into the bedroom.

“Bambi? Who is Bambi?” Candy asks.

“None of your damn business,” I snap before disconnecting. I rub my hands over my face. “Fuck,” I roar, feeling angry at her, at myself, and I have no idea why.

Chapter Six

Talitha

My heart is pounding in my chest… that is the second time I've seen him exposed like that. My body reacts in such a way it feels foreign, strange, but good. I feel hot and flustered as I run into the bathroom and splash cold water on my face to try and cool myself down. I move quickly to the side of the bed, get on my knees and begin to pray. “Lord, forgive me, forgive me for what I have seen, forgive me for watching. I am lost, I am confused, and I need your guidance, I need you. I will accept my punishments. Forgive me please, I beg for your forgiveness.”

Tears fall and I wipe them away. Everything is strange here, everything is different, and I fear the longer I am here, the more I am destined for hell. I will be beyond saving.

I climb into bed and curl up, gripping the covers to my chest, waiting for sleep to take me away from here.

“You need to catch me first,” I yell over my shoulder, running through the trees.

I hear the footsteps, the snap of the twigs under his boots. “I will find you,” he yells. I crouch down behind a large bush and hide, trying to steady my breathing, his footsteps becoming louder as he approaches. I bite my lip and close my eyes.

It happens so quickly, his hand grabs me, lifting me up. I scream and try to wiggle free, but it’s no use, he throws me over his shoulder. “Stop squirming.” He huffs.

He stops and lowers me down to the ground, his body covering me, the bright sun shining in my eyes so I can’t see properly.

“I told you I would catch you, Bambi,” he says, his body blocking out the bright sun, his eyes alight with heat.

“I was hoping you would,” I whisper. He smiles and leans down, bringing his mouth down on mine.

I jump, sitting bolt upright in bed, panting. I frown and look around the dark room. “It was just a dream.” I pant to myself.

I push my hair away from my face and calm my breathing. Needing a glass of water, I slowly creep out of the bed. I've notice he isn’t sleeping next to me on the bed, which he has done since the first night. I was uncomfortable to begin with, but he kept his clothes on and slept on top of the covers.

Opening the bedroom door, I creep into the living area and see Khan sprawled across the small sofa, his chest bare and a sheet hanging lowing on his waist. No matter how hard I try to look away, I can’t. I creep closer like there is this magnetic pull; he looks so peaceful when he's asleep. Without thinking, I reach forward and stroke a strand of his blonde hair from his face. His hand snaps up, grabbing hold of my wrist tightly. I let out a scream and try snatching my wrist back, but his body moves quickly, pulling me down and rolling on top of me, holding my wrist above my head. I squirm and try and fight to break free.

“Bambi?” he asks, his voice gruff with sleep. I look to him and his eyes are glazed and sleepy.

I swallow and nod. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whisper softly. His eyes drop to my mouth, and for some strange reason, my mouth becomes dry, that strange feeling I had earlier returning. I lick my lips and his gaze follows my movement. As if everything happens in slow motion, he brings his lips slowly down onto mine and places a soft feather-light kiss. Unsure of what I'm supposed to do––almost without thinking or any control––my lips start mimicking his. He moans and I feel his tongue enter my mouth, stroking mine. I freeze, yet again unsure of what I am supposed to do, but that feeling, that ache is getting stronger.

He stops and looks at me, his eyes searching mine. “Shit,” he mutters. He moves off of me and pulls me up.

I look to the ground, fiddling with the sewn flowers on my night gown. He invades my personal space once more, placing his fingers on my chin and lifting my head, forcing me to look at him.

“I'm sorry, Bambi, that shouldn't have happened. I, err, am always on the defence, even when asleep. And sorry about the kiss, it won’t happen again,” he states, his gaze searching mine. I don’t know what he is searching for and he sighs, letting go of my chin. I scurry back to the bedroom, going without the water and squeeze my eyes shut until sleep finally comes.

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The next morning, he acts as if last night didn’t happen, and I'm happy about that, although there is a small part of me that wishes differently. He makes us breakfast of eggs and bacon.

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