Page 75 of Sins and Secrets

I’ve got a slice of cake in the fridge waiting for her and I have my room all set up. The plan is in place and the evening is all mapped out. Tonight, I will make her mine.

There’s a knock at the door and I barely get it open before she’s jumping into my arms. No one has ever been as eager to see me.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, squeezing me tight.

I place her back on the ground and kiss her forehead. “I missed you too.” I didn’t realize how much until I saw her at the church.

I help her with her long-ass parka coat, which I’m glad she brought because her outfit underneath is not suited for cold weather.

She smiles slyly, almost a smirk that can’t commit to being sinister. “I have to say, your choice in clothing is kinda basic.” She motions up and down her body. “A little too much on the nose, wouldn’t you say.”

“I would say it’s bad manners to criticize.”

She shrugs. “I’m not criticizing, I’m observing. Maybe a tiny bit of criticism. I mean, the schoolgirl thing is obvious: me the student, you the teacher.”

“I’m going with classic; safe and familiar, not basic.” I cross my arms, watching her. Her white shirt is nearly paper thin—not completely see through but it does nothing to hide what she’s wearing underneath. The red plaid short skirt barely covers her ass. But the stockings she added —black and sheer, with a thick leather band across her thighs—send me over the edge.

“Sounds like the very definition of basic to me,” she mumbles under her breath. She’s teasing me because she’s nervous and she’s trying to make both of us comfortable, but that’s not her job right now.

I grab her wrist and pull her toward me. My free hand whacks her on the ass. She yelps, then whispers a contrite apology, her eyes watering from the shock and sting. Wrapping both arms around her, I whisper, “Love, I need you in the right headspace. You understand once we step into my bedroom, you will be mine in every possible way.”

She nods into my chest. “I’m sorry.” She squirms a little and lifts her chin. “I want to make you happy.”

Of course she does. I weave my fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair, wrapping it loosely around my fist as my other hand clamps firmly on her ass. “You do. I love your humor, the way your brain works, how you take care of me without even realizing it. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time, love.” She lights up in my arms, her smile is intoxicating. “What color are you?”

“Green. Bright green. The greenest green that has ever greened.”

She’s making me laugh before I do dark and dirty things to her. Waverly satisfies every need I have.

I let her walk in first and give her a second to take in the room, but I place my hand lightly on her lower back. A little reminder she’s not alone. She notices the hook on the ceiling right away. “Oh.” There’s an edge of uncertainty in her tone as she looks around the space, wide eyed. Her body stiffens and I see the anxiety in her eyes.

“You still green?” I lean against the doorframe, giving her the space she needs.

She bites her lip and touches the cuffs on the dresser. “Still green, merely taking it all in.”

There are a few toys laid out, a couple of vibrators, a paddle, blind folds, and an assortment of lubes. Her eyes fall on the silver butt plug, and she swallows.

“Tell me the instant you stop being green, right?” I remind her, “We can’t do this without trust and communication”

“Yes, sir.” She whispers.

“Give me your hands.” She presents them to me and I feel the change in both of us the second I secure the cuffs around her delicate wrists. These have a long chain between them that hits the floor with a thud. She jumps and her breasts bounce, then she gulps a little and as her attention shifts from the floor to me. I take the chain and link it into the hook in the center of the space between my bed and the dresser. She watches herself in the mirror. Her hands are above her head, the stretch would be uncomfortable for her if she wasn’t wearing heels. I might have her take those off later, but for now I want her to feel more in control.

“Spread your legs.” When she does as she’s told, I drop to the floor and strap the metal bar at her ankles. This makes her drop a little, the chain remaining loose, not completely uncomfortable, but it’s getting there.

Her skirt creeps up her waist, her beautiful ass peeking out. The shirt is tighter at her chest. Her nipples poke through the fabric. My hands travel across her skin, appraising the tension, discerning where she’s tight and taking on more stress. At the moment, she seems fine, so I continue to circle her as she turns her head to watch me.

I stand behind her, my breath on her neck, and she shivers. My fingers slide under the skirt and into her slick folds as I lean forward, whispering in her ear, “You’re already wet and we’ve barely started.”

She moans. “I really missed you.”

“Flattery won’t help you now,” I remind her and smack her on her ass, once, twice, and one more time, alternating cheeks.

Her body rocks forward, but she can’t escape, either. She’s now very aware this is a different game from what we’ve been playing. I lift the front of her skirt, revealing the cross hatching of the leather harness. There’s a vibrator on the dresser, one that slides into her pussy but is curved and will work the sensitive outer skin. I don’t bother to explain it as I slip half inside her and the other presses against her clit.

Her breathing changes instantly when I turn it on, the steady and quiet motor roaring to life. I watch her squirm and moan, throwing back her head, as I sit on the edge of my bed and adjust the power on my phone. Her cheeks flush as she tries to move, but the bar and the cuffs are restricting her.

“Oh, God,” she moans, and I flip it to its middle setting causing her to jump and twitch.

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