Page 77 of Sins and Secrets

“Put your hands on the dresser.” I hold her until she’s stable. She watches me but says nothing as I grab a bottle of lube and slick up my finger. I stand behind her, one hand on her ass cheek with the other tracing the rim of her back hole. She moans and mewls as my finger slowly slides in. She dips her head down. “Before you leave in the morning,” I murmur as I continue to stretch her, “I’m going to claim your ass. Your first and only. You understand?” I press in deeper, and she cries out.

“No.”

I freeze. Shit. What went wrong?

“Waverly, are you yellow or red?” This was something she told me she wanted, but boundaries change and move. I slowly remove my finger and give her space.

“No.” She shakes her head and looks at me in the mirror.

No, what? She’s not yellow or red? “Love, you need to be clear.”

There’s a shift in her expression, not scared or in pain, but something else. Coy? She watches me as I watch her.

“I’m green. But not tonight.”

Oh, okay. She’s safe and good, but she needs more time. I’m about to tell her that’s fine, we can do it another time, but she cuts me off.

“Tomorrow night, after the wedding. We’re making out in front of your bitch of a mom, and the rest of your family will know we’re together. Then, we’re walking to the executive suite, you’re stripping me out of the dress that’s been driving you insane all day. And then you fuck me where no one else has.”

Stunned, my brain needs a second to process this. My sweet, kind, adorable Waverly… What the fuck did she say? I told her I was going to claim her ass, but I wasn’t really planning on it. It was more to heighten the anxiety and make the moment more intense for her. But no. She has very different plans.

Waverly is giving me everything of her. The most intimate and personal aspects of her life. She’s allowing me to usher her into a new world, to be her guide, her partner.

And I kinda love how fucking petty she is, too.

“Love, that’s a gold star, super A-plus answer.” I turn her vibrator back on and slowly slide my finger back inside. “You can come now.”

It doesn’t take long for her wicked little smile to fade and the pleasure to start consuming her. The skirt around her waist flaps back and forth with our combined motions. Her moans change to prayers to God. Then, finally, “Yes, Lukas!” She shakes and quivers and wave after wave of pleasure hits her.

She grips the dresser, panting and trying to regain her breath as I slide the silver butt plug inside. Her body tenses but accepts the intrusion.

I leave her standing, her legs wide open, a purple gem in her bottom as I wash my hands. When I return, she’s still in the same spot, tired and energized, and eager for more.

“Stand straight up,” I say and start rubbing her back and shoulders, giving her a little reprieve.

Waverly hums her little satisfied song, but it changes to a groan as I lift her hands over her head. “Again?”

I kiss her gently. “You must be tired, but we have more.”

When I latch the chains on the hook again, she dips her head, a little disappointed. I’m pushing her too hard, but there’s something she needs to understand. “I said you were a slut because you were enjoying yourself.” She flinches, but I stroke her hair. “I called you a whore because you let me use your body.” Her eyes water a little as she furrows her brows in confusion. I press my finger to her lips. “You’ve spent years living up to other people’s expectations of you, afraid they would think less of you if you showed who you really are.” I kiss her cheek. “But when I called you those words, you changed the meaning and made it your own.”

She blinks rapidly as a stray tear falls. I brush it away with my thumb. “Now, you’re going to ride my face and watch yourself get off and tell me what you are.”

Her skirt has been held on with velcro for this very reason. I rip it off and tighten the harness around her hips and sides then drop to my knees and gaze at her perfect form. She tastes incredible as my tongue laps up all her excitement from the evening. I wrap one arm around her ass, pressing her harder against my lips, the other fingers are busy finding the spot that will drive her nuts.

“Oh, God!”

Yep, I’ve hit it. Her need starts to ache as she moves her hips faster. She’s radiant, taking control of the situation.

She gasps. “I’m beautiful.”

Yes, she is.

I work hard and fast. Sweat builds on my hairline.

“I’m powerful.” Her voice hitches like she’s about to cry. Her pussy starts pulsing and she won’t be able to hold back much more.

“Come on, love.”

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