Page 20 of Deviant Secrets

The various toys and other instruments splayed across the far wall of her father’s office, and I couldn’t help but read over the newspaper clippings.

Most were about sports, some larger news stories about some organization that runs the city, and multiple clippings regarding Chloe.

My face darkened at one that had various scribbles in permanent marker. Bracing both hands against the wall I squinted, trying to make out the words on the page through the bleed of the marker, and it was unmistakable.

Skater Chloe Whitlock forfeits coaching position over life altering injury.

What drove her to this point? Reducing herself to a piece of meat. To give up all that potential. Heat rose, slowly encasing me. Now, looking back on it, there was a tiny speck of longing and regret. Fear every time she was around the ice.

The door creaked open, and Lux walked through with a cheshire grin on his face. I couldn’t help but push my feelings aside. We’d been through everything together, so when he brought this idea to my attention, I said yes immediately.

Not only was she a piece of hot ass I’ve wanted to hit for a while. I was hitting that shit with my best friend, and I couldn’t imagine doing anything better with my night.

But Christ, what did he drag me into? It was starting to feel like reality TV, and I was waiting for someone to jump out of a random place and scream that I’d been set up.

“She coming, or did she tap out?” My question gave way to an upturned smile, and Lux looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

I smacked his chest. The sound echoing off the walls of the small room. “We’re just getting started.”

His eyes glistened, lost in thought, and I raised my brow in disbelief when he locked the door. Multiple times, he opened and closed his mouth and waved his hands around in contemplation.

A tornado was whipping around, threatening to disrupt everything in his head, and I snapped in his face so he could get straight and focused.

“You good man?”

“We shouldn’t be here…I shouldn’t have agreed to this.”

He felt deeper on an emotional level than I did. Ninety percent of the time, waking up the next day surprised me. It was like getting a box of chocolates. Some days you took a bite, and it was one of the better flavors, easy and carefree. Others, you got something like orange… those you loved most, stepped out of your way and whispered when you entered a room.

The helplessness hung plainly on my face, not knowing how to help him. Taking a bullet for this man was a piece of cake. I lived for his flaws and smart-ass remarks, and the unconditional love he poured into everyone. Even when they didn’t deserve it. His next statement threw me.

“I need her…with me.” His heavy breath swirled around me, and his face paled. I didn’t want him to pass out on me. “I need to keep her. She’s not leaving here tonight without me.”

“What the fuck does that mean? Keep her? She’s not a fucking dog.” I said, dumbfounded.

He paced the room, running his fingers along the sky blue wallpaper and cleared his throat.

“I've made too many mistakes. There’s too many regrets. She’s broken, and I need her with me. Where I can keep her safe,desired…and loved.” Goosebumps raised on my warm skin as he explained what he wanted. “Behind closed doors, my beautiful pet; our beautiful pet. Nobody touches her ever again.”

Flattered to know he had that much faith in me, and the only person he trusted enough to share these experiences with turned me on. He’d made the decision the moment he agreed to do this.

My fingers ran through my hair and scoffed in his direction. “I mean, it’s not that crazy of an idea, but doesn’t she kind of need to agree or, ya know, love you back?”

“She loves me, and I’ll make her see it.” His eyes darkened on mine, and I couldn’t help the pride that swelled in my chest at his words. He was never this assertive, and I found my erection straining against my briefs. “When I take this mask off, she’s never going to forget what I can do for her…what I can and will give her. Any time she wants it, without hesitation.”

I was so confused. That whiplash of emotions felt like a backhand to the face, and I laughed. This is why I never got mixed up in feelings. Somewhere along the way, things get really messy.

“Put her into a submissive state. I need her to be completely vulnerable with us, but if you fucking hurt her….I won’t hesitate to end you, and I won’t miss.”

“Is that a threat?”

His forefinger and thumb made an outline of a gun, and my breath hitched as his hand forced itself up toward the ceiling, sending the imaginary bullet right between my eyes. “When it comes to her, it’s a promise.”

Making long strides toward him, I wrapped my large hand around his throat and backed him into the wall, my lips hovering just over his. Leaning down to lick at his carotid sensuously, my other hand dipped below the towel gripping his hardening cock.

“You’ll take a skate to the throat faster than you could get to your gun.” I threatened in a menacing whisper, squeezing hisneck hotly before a small knock rapped three times on the door. “She may be your woman, but you will always be my good boy. Won’t you?”

Clawing at my hand, trying to get a breath in. I grinned devilishly at the attempt and let up just enough to let him breathe comfortably.

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