Page 55 of Sins and Secrets

“Don’t move,” he says and he slides the icy metal between my soft, warm skin and the elastic of my panties. The scissors snap shut and the elastic comes free like it’s been in a prison all day. Before I can protest, he’s cut the other side too.

“I liked that pair,” I practically pouted.

“I’ll buy you more, but I’m taking these with me to LA.” He grabs the frayed fabric and puts it in his pocket, returning the scissors back to their hiding spot.

Now I’m spread wide in front of him, exposed. He licks the side of my inner thigh but stops at the peak. He takes a deep breath in and moans. “Fuck, Waverly, you’re amazing.”

“What are your two questions?”

“Why did you let the stranger give you anal sex?” As I am reeling from the question, he licks my opening. My brain stops as he uses his mouth to send me closer to the edge without giving me the relief I need.

“Um, because in my head the other guy has a much smaller dick than you.” I gasp between the flicking of his tongue. I must get the answer right because he goes in harder. “And because I don’t want to get pregnant by a stranger.”

His tongue stops and he lifts his head. “Even in your fantasies, you’re afraid to get pregnant?”

“By a stranger,” I reiterate.

I can only see the top of his head and it’s hard to tell his emotions when he says, “You fantasize about me getting you pregnant?”

“No! I fantasize about you and very naughty sex, but if something happened, I’d rather have a fictional fantasy baby with you than a stranger. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. I’m very flattered.”

His warm breath fans the fires between my legs. I’m about to suggest he show me how flattered he is by finishing what he started, but his lips clamp onto my clit and he starts sucking while he inserts a finger. Very good. Excellent. Gold Star. S-level amazing. The pressure starts building and I lose control of my gasping moans. “Oh, God, Lukas!” I cry as waves of pleasure hit me in a slow and lingering roll.

He finally leaves his spot between my legs and leans back in the chair like he’s evaluating the performance and asks “Second question.” He could ask me anything right now and I would tell him the truth. I nod as my body sinks from its high. “Have you ever done anal before?”

I shake my head. It’s something I’m sort of interested in, but want the ability to back out of at any time. And that takes a lot of trust. Not something I’ve felt in any other relationship.

Lukas reaches under the desk and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid. “Like I said, I had it shipped to the wrong place.” He pours some on his finger and then it vanishes from my view. I feel him start tracing the outside of me, but not entering. He’s teasing me. I’m about to complain when his finger moves south. Oh. It’s around the soft, puckered skin. “How does this feel?” He circles around but never enters.

Good question. My brain screams no, but my body doesn’t hate it. “I’m not supposed to like this.”

His gaze never wavers, constantly assessing what’s too much, what’s the right amount. “But do you?” He continues his rotations about the entrance before pushing through the barrier.

“Gah.” It’s not my most attractive sound. The intrusion is more of distraction and a shock, my body senses a difference, as if everything else is amplified.

“I like it,” I whisper, surprising myself with the confession.

With his free hand, he unzips his pants and pushes them down, his cock ready and at attention. Instant excitement hits me. He has to be inside of me. Now.

“Please,” I whisper.

He positions himself between my legs, his other hand still on my ass. “No.” He presses his forehead to mine. “When I fuck you, you’re mine forever. We’re not ready.”

I’m crushed with disappointment, but it doesn’t last long because he crashes his mouth to mine and kisses me. It takes my breath away. His cock slides on my slit, rubbing against my clit. His finger continues to do its magical thing while he grinds against me.

It’s too many sensations. Our bodies pressed together, each highly sensitive part alive with friction. I hold back my screams and cries. I’m so close to coming, I don’t know what to do.

He grunts and groans while whispering in my ear, “You’re such a good girl. My dirty, good girl.” His hips move fast and hard against the sensitive area. “Do you want to come on my cock?”

It’s not a matter of wanting it. It’s already happening before he finishes his sentence, and I cry out his name like it’s a prayer.

He keeps grinding away as my body goes rigid and weak before he moans my name and shudders. There’s a hot spray on my stomach.

We both came into his office during the middle of the day with only one wall of sheetrock between us and his clients. I told him my fantasies and he made it happen in a small way. Really, I came by to say goodbye and to tell him to have a safe trip, but this was a billion times better.

Apparently, he also keeps wet wipes on his desk and he starts cleaning both of us up. He unhooks the cuffs and picks me up to lay me on his lap. Lukas wraps his arms around me, humming a song I’ve never heard.

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