Page 30 of Indecent Secrets

I was so sure he’d be up any second that I lay there waiting for the alarm to go off until I fell asleep again. This time, when I woke up, it was to the feeling of pleasure.

My body stirred this time before my mind properly did. All I could think of was how good I was feeling. Heat was building between my legs, making me squirm, and my breasts ached in the best way. I moaned instinctively, and it was the sound of that moaning that made me wake up.

There was a hard cock pressed against my ass, and Jack’s hand on my breast, kneading it, teasing and pinching my nipple. And between my legs…

Jack’s fingers slid in and out of me, his cock grazing over my clit in slow, teasing circles.

“Oh God,” I blurted out, my voice breathless. “Master…”

“You’re such a responsive pet,” Jack noted, kissing the side of my neck. “I was wondering if I could slide my cock into you before you woke up, if you would really be that into it.”

I would, oh God I would, but I couldn’t even form words. I could only moan brokenly as he continued to tease me, adding a third finger when really all I wanted was his cock, and he knew it, he knew I was ready…

“Beg me,” Jack growled against my ear. “Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to put my cock in you. Beg like a good little pet.”

Still on my side, I moaned and rocked my hips back against his. “Please, please, please master, please put your cock in me, I need it, I need a nice thick cock inside me filling me up—”

Jack swore violently and took his fingers out of me. “Yeah you do. You’re so desperate for a nice thick cock to fill up your needy little hole…”

He pushed one of my legs forward and I felt the blunt head of his cock at last breaching me from behind. I let out a strangled noise of pleasure. Fuck, yes, please, that was what I wanted, that was what I needed, fuck me hard and rough and without mercy—

Jack thrust into me completely and I cried out, gasping, feeling like all the air had been taken from my lungs. The collar around my neck was tight—not enough to choke me, but enough to be a reminder. I arched into the hands squeezing my breasts and his cock as he thrust into me, again and again.

Tiny whimpers escaped me. He was relentless, his body pressing me down more and more into the mattress with every thrust until he was on top of me, one leg swung over mine, his weight pinning me. His breaths and growls were hot in my ear, persistent, ever-present, and I could only gasp into the pillow as he used me for his own pleasure.

His cock was as thick as I’d hoped. It made me feel so fucking full, so stretched and used, exactly the way I liked it.

“Is this what you wanted so badly last night?” he purred in my ear.

I whimpered. “Yes…” I could barely get the word out. My mouth was open, my eyes glazed over as my hands gripped the sheets. There was nothing but the sparks of pleasure he fucked into me. Nothing else felt like it mattered.

“Yeah, it is.” I could feel Jack’s smile against my neck. “You needed this so badly, baby. Like all good pets need a nice fucking to keep them happy. I bet you’re used to being a spoiled little pet, getting everything you want instantly. But not with me. You had to earn this. And you did such a good job, you didn’t complain once. You were a good pet and good pets get the reward they need.”

His voice was a low rumble in my ear, curling its way down my spine. It was all I could focus on, all I could think about. I didn’t have room for any thoughts at all, actually. Just his voice and his cock.

I had no idea how long he fucked me, but it felt like forever. Stamina was clearly not a problem for this man. I screamed into the pillow underneath my face, tears leaking free from how relentless he was with my body. Jack’s hands were on me tight enough to bruise, and I loved it. I wanted to be marked up by him, so that even when I took off the collar there was a reminder on my body of who I belonged to.

“You wanna come, baby?” Jack asked, his voice teasing with that edge of condescending that I fucking loved—like he was going to let me come as a favor to me, and not because of any personal interest.

It took me a minute to get enough breath to respond. “Yes,” I gasped out. I felt like the word was literally fucked out of my throat with one good thrust.

Jack’s hand slid between my legs, rubbing at my clit. “Then come for me. Come all over these sheets like the messy little pet you are.”

“Oh God,” I choked out, the pleasure spiking, reaching a new height—and I came almost instantly.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t fucking stop, not with his cock or with his fingers, and I felt my next orgasm building so quickly—too quickly—no, no, oh God it was too much it was too—

There was so much wetness, I was pretty sure I squirted, crying out as I came again, my entire body shuddering. My toes clenched up and I felt like my fingers were vibrating. It was so fucking much, too damn much, holy mother of God…

Jack groaned and came inside of me, messy and hot, smearing me on the inside. I could feel it dripping down the inside of my thighs and I felt another rush of orgasmic bliss at the sensation.

For a moment, I didn’t care about my plan, or my concerns about Jack’s motives or identity. All I cared about was the phenomenal sex. I’d have done anything for him in that moment.

Jack pulled out of me, and I felt him roll over to grab something—tissues I assumed—and clean us up. When he was done, he pushed my braid to the side and his fingertips traced the collar around my throat.

“You were an extra good girl for putting that on and wearing it.” His voice was a satisfied purr of sound as his lips touched down on my shoulder blade. “I’m so pleased with you. I almost wish I had a plug on me so I could keep that come of mine inside of you all day. While you walked around the office, being so confident and poised… you’d have me inside of you, owning you.”

Oh God. The idea had me shivering.

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