Page 30 of The Secrets We Share

“Of course, Sir. Take your time.”

FOURTEEN

KEIRA

Easy to Love - Bryce Savage

I’m barely hanging on to the conscious world around me. My entire body tingles, like a limb waking from sleep. But it’s my throbbing pussy that keeps me from blacking out entirely.I need to come.It’s the only thing I can focus on. Not the fact that we’ve stopped or what Harkin is saying. My body seeks friction against his leg as he does something above me. The rough fabric feels like heaven against my abused clit, and if I can just keep?—

The harsh slap comes down on my swollen sex, and I scream at the contact. Not from pain but frustration, from yet again being denied the pleasure my body is desperate to find by any means necessary.

Rough fingers grip my cheeks, directing my gaze up. “Don’t you dare try to steal your orgasms from me, little one. We’re nowhere near done with your punishment.”

His threat lands, and tears prick my eyes as I acknowledge I’m not coming anytime soon. Sometimes, I wonder if my stubbornness is worth the trouble it always causes. I could justspit out the rest of the truth behind my trip to the city. Yet, the devil on my shoulder eggs me on, trying to convince me that the pain and torture are worth the pleasure that eventually comes.

My raw wrists are gently placed in my lap. Harkin pulls my pants back into place and wraps me in my discarded jacket, zipping it up to keep my exposed flesh covered. He shoves the back door my body has been using for support open and lifts me in his arms to exit the backseat. My head hangs heavy, landing in the crook of his neck. I should take the opportunity to pay attention to my surroundings. But his scent is intoxicating, filling my system with my current drug of choice.

I nuzzle in closer, licking his salty pulse point up to his ear before whispering, “My pussy is throbbing for you, Sir. She wants to be stuffed full of your thick cock before coating it in my thanks for letting me come for you.”

My ride halts, and heavy breaths fall against my cheek. I know he’s staring at me, but the needy words I just expressed have left me feeling emboldened. “Let me come, and I’ll tell you why.”

His exuberant laughter encases me completely. “You little tease. Do you think a few dirty words whispered in my ear are going to get you what you want? What about what I want, sweetness? What if I want you so dazed out of your mind with the need to come that I can do any wicked thought that comes to mind? How do you feel about that?”

“Yes, please.” I let the soft words filter between us before ending with Sir and a bite to his earlobe.

Gravel crunches underfoot, and then a heavy thud of a door closing shuts out the real world. In here, just the two of us is a darker, more depraved reality that I relish every time he drags me to it. I’m dropped from the safe hammock of his arms onto a cold, narrow table. The jolt of temperature difference focuses my mind, and I finally take in our surroundings.

The walls are concrete bricks layered from floor to ceiling, both of which are made of the same substance. The echo here must be deafening but contained in the small space. There are no windows to let in the daylight. The only exit is the handleless metal door partially blocked by Harkin’s frame. Besides the medical table beneath me, rows and rows of instruments line the countertops along the walls. A chill skates up my spine. This room only has two purposes—mending or torture—and I don’t require the former.

“Where are we?”

“A new safe house in the city.”

“And this?” I gesture around the room.

“A possibility for what’s to come.”

He descends on me like a predator tired of stalking its weakened prey. His fingers dig into the base of my hair, using the hold to drag me backward. Before my ass slides off the end, he yanks me supine, my head perfectly angled to hang off the edge.

The bulge behind his jeans is right at eye level, giving me the view of a lifetime when he shoves his jeans and briefs down to his ankles before kicking them away. My mouth waters, saliva pooling at the roof of my mouth. My tongue peeks out, running along my top lip in anticipation.

“Is my girl hungry?” he teases, stroking his hardness just out of reach.

“Please, let me suck your cock, Sir,” I beg. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Oh, you will, don’t worry. Now open wide for me, little one,” he says between clenched teeth.

“Wait,” I all but scream when I realize my hands are still stuck within the confines of my jacket. “My hands.”

Harkin looks over my body, realization dawning on his face. He doesn’t move to unzip it and free me like I expect. Instead, a sinister smile creeps across his face and settles in place.

“Use your foot. The same signal, understood?” His fingers caress the side of my face.

My brain slowly processes his information, mentally tallying if I can remember to double tap with that part of my body if the need arises. His fingers trace my lips tenderly when my confidence is confirmed vocally for him. It’s all a ruse to relax me before they grip my chin, forcing my mouth open wide. His crown lands on my tongue before I can draw in a deep breath, and the soft velvet of his shaft moves forward quickly.

I’m full of him, enough to choke, but I breathe through my nose and relax my throat so he can fuck me as deeply as he wants. There’s something invigorating in letting him use my body as nothing more than an object that he can derive pleasure from, especially amid the craziness that is our life.

He hits the back of my throat, and I choke, desperate to draw air into my burning lungs. My vision blurs from the buildup of unshed tears. Saliva joins the messy display of devotion my face is becoming.

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