Page 39 of Indecent Secrets

Chapter 15

Leigh

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A look of genuine surprise flitted across Jack—Bryce’s—face, and the next thing I knew his fingers were sliding out of me and he was shoving me into the backseat.

I kicked out and screamed instinctively, but instead of terror I felt arousal.

“Clever, clever woman,” Bryce snarled at me as he maneuvered his body against mine, and then he was kissing me viciously, like he was angry at himself for it.

I grabbed at him, spreading my legs and finding he was hard in his slacks. I unfastened his pants, wild and eager, as he shoved my skirt up and literally ripped off my lace panties. He caught my wrists and pinned them down, then grabbed my throat, keeping me pressed against the backseat as he opened the passenger door behind him to give him more room to operate.

Anyone could come by and see us, but I didn’t care as he drew his cock out and fitted himself between my thighs. “Tell me what you’re doing here,” he demanded, tightening his grip on my throat, and as I choked on a breath, he slammed all the way into me.

My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head. He didn’t pause for even a moment, driving into me hard and rough. I clawed at his arms, not to get away, but to try and get more of it. He held my throat just enough so that I could breathe, but just like the collar, I could feel the presence and knew that he could cut off my airway at any moment.

Then, just as I felt myself approaching orgasm—he stopped.

“Tell me what you’re doing, Leigh,” Bryce growled, his gaze narrowed on my face. “Because you’re not who you claim to be. I know what you really are and what you think about corporations like Jack Lawton’s. So what was the plan?”

“Seduce you,” I blurted out. “Please, please fuck me, Bryce…”

“You have no idea how good it is to hear you say my name,” Bryce admitted with an unraveling groan. “Why do you think I wanted you to call me Master? There was no way I was going to make you come while you screamed someone else’s name. You’re my pet. And a clever pet, too. So—what’s your game?”

“Convince you—convince Jack—to dismantle the company,” I confessed on a sob. “I thought—I could convince you—to liquidate it. Go back to the teaching post you missed, just be a richer man with it, and get rid of this—this fucking—stupid destructive company—”

Bryce regarded me with hungry eyes. “That’s definitely a clever idea. And a bold one. One only you could pull off.” His hand slid down from my throat to my breast, squeezing them through my blouse, toying with me.

I squirmed on his cock. “Bryce… Bryce please, fuck me,” I begged softly, shamelessly.

I had to admit, I liked the name Bryce better than Jack. Somehow, it fit him better, in a way I couldn’t quite articulate. Or maybe it was just that now I was saying his real name, I was seeing who he really was, nothing held back or hidden anymore between us.

Bryce pulled his cock almost completely out of me and I whimpered at the loss. “You know, any other person would’ve screamed and tried to get away from me.”

He slammed back into me and I cried out, shuddering with heat and pleasure. “But not you. You like this. You like the danger. You like me controlling you, dominating you.”

He bent down over me as he fucked me, drawing himself closer so that his lips were at my ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to fuck you just as myself. No pretenses. So that you knew exactly who was in control of you and who was telling you what to do. You’re so used to being the cleverest person in the room. And now look at you. You’re whimpering and begging for my goddamn cock.”

I clawed at his shoulders, wrapping my legs around him, begging him with my body to keep fucking me. I could feel my orgasm building between my legs and I desperately wanted to be allowed to have it. I didn’t want him to tease me, not this time—

Bryce sealed his lips over mine and I moaned into his mouth as he kept ramming into me until the car was rocking. I wondered if anyone could see us, if anyone passing by realized what was happening. I didn’t give a damn. I felt like putty in his hands, his helpless, submissive pet.

In the back of my mind, I knew he might still hurt me. He had his own secrets too. He might even kill me. This might be a goodbye fuck, a final farewell. But this only drove my pleasure higher. I did like the danger. I did want more, and more, and more—

Bryce tightened his hand around my throat. “Come all over my fucking cock, pet,” he demanded in a deep, feral growl.

As if I could avoid obeying him. I gasped and shuddered, my heels digging into his back and my toes curling as I orgasmed, gasping for air that wasn’t coming.

Bryce groaned and fucked me even faster, losing control, and I felt the hot splash of him inside of me a moment later as he followed me over, marking me as his—and doing it properly this time, as himself, nobody else.

I panted as he released my throat. I stared up at him, having no idea what he was going to do with me next. I was completely at his mercy. I wasn’t wearing his collar, but I might as well have been for all the control he had over me.

Bryce smirked down at me, like he wanted nothing more than to see me as a total wreck. His thumb pressed down on my bottom lip, and my tongue darted out to lap at the pad of it automatically.

“What am I going to do with you?” Bryce murmured.

Hopefully fuck me again.

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