Page 43 of Indecent Secrets

“You and your pretty breasts and pouting mouth and sexy legs,” Bryce mused, his heated gaze raking across my bare chest. “Were you going to sleep with him?”

“N-no,” I blurted out. “No, never, just flirting with him, keeping him friendly. He’s not my type.”

The tension in Bryce’s body seemed to ease. Normally I would have smirked and fired off a comment about Bryce being jealous, but I couldn’t gather enough breath for it. I was being kept right in that in-between spot where I was turned on enough to crave orgasm, but not nearly enough to be approaching it.

“So that’s it? You just wanted to fuck Jack into destroying this company?”

“It had to be destroyed from the inside. Nothing else was working. And with his uncle gone—I wouldn’t get another chance. If I waited then he might listen to someone else.”

“And you didn’t make that happen?” Bryce asked, his voice taking on a hardened edge. “You didn’t get the uncle out of the way so the nephew could take over and you could manipulate him?”

“What?” I frowned at Bryce. My head was fuzzy with endorphins and pleasure, but also with confusion. “No, none of us even knew that Jack was the beneficiary, it was a massive surprise—Bryce, please, come on, I’m so damn close, please, I need it—”

“You’ll get an orgasm when I decide. If I decide,” Bryce replied.

His tone was so calm and authoritative I wanted to scream—with arousal? With frustration? Both? “I didn’t do anything to Jack’s uncle!” I insisted.

“And were you going to do anything after you convinced Jack to dismantle the company?”

“I was going to disappear,” I replied. “Lay low for a few months. Maybe travel. Then go back to my activism.”

Bryce ran his fingers through my hair again, petting idly as the vibrator buzzed in me and I fucked myself onto it in spite of myself. It just felt so good, I couldn’t resist, even if it just continued the torture.

“How’d you figure out I wasn’t who I claimed to be?” Bryce’s voice was sharp.

“I snuck onto your computer,” I confessed. “I—I saw—you had an email account under the name Bryce but I couldn’t see who you were sending it to—another dummy account—I tried looking at your work computer too—and I saw on your laptop you were running checks on employees—ah, ah ah—”

“Clever girl.” Bryce said it as if to himself, like he forgot I could hear him. He tugged sharply on my hair. “Anything else you want to tell me?”

“No,” I moaned. Tears of frustration slid freely down my face. “There’s nothing else, please, please I swear there’s nothing else Bryce. Please let me come. I’ll be so good . . . just let me come just—let me—”

“All right,” Bryce said, and the vibrations increased.

I cried out as my body was wracked with sensation and I thrust down wildly onto the dildo, fucking myself on it as it buzzed away, filling me with pleasure. I sobbed, tears leaking free from the corners of my eyes as I came.

My body seized up. My mouth fell open, strangled, choked noises escaping me until Bryce finally turned the vibrations off. I slumped down, still impaled on the dildo, my body shaking and clit pulsing with aftershocks. My head fell forward and I rested my forehead onto the back of the chair. I was panting like I’d run a 400-meter dash.

“Very good.” Bryce’s hand ran through my hair again, much gentler this time.

“Who are you?” I whispered. “You owe me that. You owe me the truth.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

But instead of saying anything more, Bryce unhooked my hands from where he’d secured them against the front of the chair. Leaving them still bound, he lifted me off the dildo, and I moaned as that thick cock slid free. Then, he lowered me onto my knees and stood in front of me. The huge bulge of his cock against his slacks was obscene. In spite of everything, I found my mouth watering.

Bryce undid his pants slowly, releasing his erection. “Go on.”

I understood. If I gave him what he wanted and was good and obedient, he’d give me what I wanted.

Leaning forward, I licked the precum off the head of his cock and then stroked my tongue down the shaft. He was already throbbing and fully hard. He’d been turned on that much by what he was doing to me. I couldn’t find it in me to feel any anger or regret over what had just happened. I found it all far too sexy. And the fact that he’d actually been affected by it, that it had done something to him to watch me go through that—it filled me with pride and pleasure.

“Good pet.” Bryce’s hands slid into my hair, gently guiding me to take him into my mouth, pushing himself deep enough that I choked on his cock before he gave me just enough room to breathe through my nose. “I’m impressed you guessed the government. But you’re always figuring things out, aren’t you? I should’ve expected you to have a way to hack onto my laptop. I figured the password protection would be enough but you had some sort of override, I’m guessing.”

I moaned around his cock in confirmation as he continued to fuck my mouth.

“And I’m also guessing that you now suspect that the death of Jack’s uncle wasn’t by natural causes. Or we suspect it wasn’t.”

I hummed again as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, keeping my jaw relaxed.

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