Page 10 of Indecent Secrets

Leigh

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God, I did not like being in charge in the bedroom.

It wasn’t the position itself that bothered me. I liked being on top sometimes. It meant that I could get my partner’s cock completely inside of me and feel them really fucking deep and thick. I loved when my partner would dirty-talk me, telling me I was such a good girl, fucking myself on their cock.

This was not that.

I cooed and said all the right things, doing all the work while Jack lost his damn mind underneath me, as if he hadn’t had sex in a long time, which both did and didn’t surprise me. On the one hand, he was handsome as hell. On the other hand, he was a philosophy professor in the middle of nowhere. The dating pool probably dried up real fast unless he wanted to be unethical and fuck a student.

When he came, I figured I’d let him calm down, then bring in some spanking or something, then during the aftercare give him some praise and gently introduce some ideas for how he could feel more ‘confident’ by ‘taking the reins’ on his uncle’s company.

And then—then Jack started laughing.

“I’m sorry, but just—the way you were—phew. Sorry, that was just too damn entertaining. I couldn’t keep up the pretense any longer.” He shook his head, grinning.

What. The. Hell. A chill ran down my spine. Something was wrong. The man beneath me right now was not the man I’d just been dominating. It was like he’d turned into a completely different person—a snake shedding its skin.

Or rather a wolf taking off its sheep clothing.

I squeaked in surprise as he maneuvered his hands under me and literally pinned me to the floor, grabbing my wrists in his hand. I couldn’t help it—the power, the strength, the dominance—it all had me shivering with want.

This was what I liked in bed. This was the aggression that I craved.

But where had it come from? What was going on?

I was so damn confused.

“There we go,” Jack growled in a commanding tone. “Now… why don’t I show you how it’s really going to go between us?”

He sounded so in control and so ominous, I couldn’t stop the whimper of fear and arousal that escaped me. I squirmed, unable to escape the grasp of his hand, and I was still impaled on his thick cock. I was completely trapped. He had all of the power now.

On the one hand, this was so fucking hot I honestly got even wetter.

On the other hand—I felt like I was with a very, very dangerous man that I had stupidly underestimated.

He’d played me. And now I was going to pay the price. What exactly would the price be?

“Fight all you like, sweetheart.” Jack smirked down at me as I tried to test his grip on my wrists. “In fact, I like it when you struggle. You really thought you had it all in hand, huh? You thought you could be a lazy little mistress and get whatever you wanted from me? You think I wasn’t prepared for sharks like you?”

“Let me go!” I pleaded. “Get off me!” What was this man going to do to me now that he’d seen through my ruse?

“No, I don’t think I will. And I don’t think you want me to. You fooled all the others with your little act. But I’m not like the rest. I can tell when you’re faking it…”

Jack leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck, and damn it, I trembled in response. “And you’re genuinely so fucking turned on right now, aren’t you, pet?”

“No,” I lied, my voice breathy and desperate. “N-no, I’m not, let me go!”

I wasn’t sure why I was protesting. I really was turned on, after all, and his cock was nice and hard inside of me. I could be in for an amazing fuck.

But I could also be in for something worse. I didn’t know. So I wasn’t going to give in easily.

Jack used his free hand to trail his fingers over my breasts. “God, these are so fucking pretty. You were taunting me with them earlier.” He tweaked my nipple and I gasped, pleasure shooting through me straight to my clit. “Poor little pet. You really thought you had me all figured out, didn’t you?”

I squirmed instinctively, although I wasn’t sure if it was to get closer or move away. I felt absolutely caught in the grip of this man, and there was a part of me that screamed to get away and get my bearings. But there was also another part of me that liked it. That part of me didn’t care that I was adrift at sea, lost and confused. That part of me wanted to be caught.

And that part of me was going to win out. I could already feel it.

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