Page 11 of Indecent Secrets

“What the fuck,” I gasped out. I shoved at him with my hips, but that didn’t really do anything other than move his cock inside of me like short, shallow thrusts. I bit back a moan. Oh holy mother of…

“Your game was obvious,” Jack explained, his voice dark and amused. “You’re like all the other gold diggers out there who want me for something. Except you were a bit interesting. You want me to up your profile in your professional life. That was a nice twist. And you figured out what all the other women at that party didn’t—that most of the men there wanted something different. They wanted a dominatrix.”

He bent down to scrape his teeth over the swell of my breast and I cried out. “S-stop…”

“The way your pussy clenches tight around me tells me you want me to do the opposite of stop,” Jack drawled. “But I understand. Your dignity’s just taken a hit.” He sucked on my nipple and I writhed, unable to help my body’s reactions. “If it’s any consolation, your charm would’ve worked on any other man in that room. They were all ready to lick your heels.”

He kissed the shell of my ear. “I’m just not like any other man.”

I whimpered. Fuck, no, he wasn’t.

“You have a little tell that gave you away,” Jack murmured, lifting his head and scorching me with his heated gaze. “One that told me what you really like. You shiver when you’re turned on.”

He slowly dragged his finger down my throat, over my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs.

I shook uncontrollably.

“See?” he said, his tone pleased. “Just like that.”

He rubbed his finger against my clit and I clenched down hard, whimpering.

“You’re a good actress,” Jack continued. “But not when you’re stuck on my cock like this. I can feel how much you’re enjoying it, Leigh. C’mon. Just give in. Admit you want to be dominated.”

I panted, my mind racing. I needed a new plan. Perhaps this could be it? If he wanted me to be a good girl and submit, I would be happy to do that. I’d be a hell of a lot happier with that than with the alternative I’d originally planned.

But I couldn’t lose myself over to good sex. I had to stay focused and find a way to keep influencing him, and get him to listen to me. What if he just fucked me and then discarded me? What if he wasn’t interested in hearing what I had to say about the company?

“I can feel you thinking.” Jack chuckled. “Clearly you want me to make a decision for you.”

“No—” I protested, or started to, but then his free hand covered my mouth and he thrust hard into me, and my words turned into a garbled scream.

Oh fuck, he knew what he was doing. He was so damn hot, his stomach muscles flexing as he drove into me repeatedly, and I didn’t even try to struggle because he felt so good inside me.

My head fell back as he thrust harder and a shudder worked through me. Every noise that I made was muffled by his hand over my mouth, squeezing me just hard enough to make me feel the strength and power in his grip. His hand around my wrists was tight enough that I couldn’t get out of his grip even if I really wanted to. I tried to put power into my fight against the restraints, but there was nothing I could do. He had me trapped.

The thought only got me that much hotter, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting him as deep as he could get.

His grip on my wrists also gave him the leverage to hover over me and really pound into me with his cock, fucking me like the end of the world was coming. I’d been fucked hard before, but there was a way that men did it where it just hurt and was out of control, and not very fun. They were just taking what they wanted without any regard for whether or not it felt good to me.

This was different. This was someone who knew what he was doing, who knew how to actually handle the power and strength that he possessed. It was like watching some idiot rich kid get into a fancy sports car and tear around town with it versus watching a Formula 1 racecar driver handle the very same car.

They were worlds apart.

And oh God, I’d never been fucked like this in my entire life.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I stopped trying to fight and gave over to the pleasure. I felt like a rag doll just being used, by a man who delighted in watching me succumb to his dominance. Jack’s gaze was unrelenting, picking me apart as he watched me fall to pieces on his cock.

The realization that this man was more powerful—and smarter—than I’d given him credit for was intoxicating and just as hot as the fact that he was currently fucking me so hard I felt like I was going to fall apart with my orgasm. I shook uncontrollably. I was going to come so hard, I could feel the release building, I was going to—he was going to make me—

Oh, oh fuck. The world went white and splintered to pieces as I came, shaking around the thick cock ramming inside of me.

Jack growled, sounding triumphant. “That’s it. That’s a good little pet. Fuck yes, you’re so fucking tight as you milk my cock…”

He wasn’t stopping. Every other man I’d been with, the moment I orgasmed, so did my partner. But not Jack. He fucked me even harder, faster, like he had been somehow holding back all this time and was now going to really let loose.

I moaned and melted into the floor, all resistance leaving me. It had been way too long since I’d had good sex but especially overstimulation, where I’d already come once and was still being teased and tortured. I moaned against the hand muffling me, my vision blurring as another orgasm crested. He just felt so good, taking from me, dominating me, using me—

I just about choked as I felt him coming inside of me, filling me up, hot and sticky and claiming. I spiraled down into another release as Jack lost control and thrust into me wildly, my legs shaking uncontrollably with pleasure.

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