Page 5 of Dangerous Secrets

I drop one heel then the other and stand. “Does business always come before pleasure?” I ask, reaching behind myself to the zipper pull. This dress will fall the instant I unzip it, and because I had a gut feeling he would be here, I purposefully wore no undergarments. It’s been a few weeks and the need inside my body to have sexual release has been building. I could probably have any man I wanted, but the one standing in front of me has proven far superior to any other specimen I’ve ever experienced. Why settle for less?

“Who says business isn’t pleasure?” he asks, loosening his tie. We both know why he’s here but the back and forth makes it fun and entertaining. Who wants to just show up and fuck?

Then again, this is the exact reason I’ve found myself at the end of an ultimatum with my brothers. I like Rome. I like this back and forth, the saucy talk, the sex. I like his wit and strength, and I like how he makes me feel.

The problem is that I’m supposed to kill him.

And he has no clue who I am.

“Well, let's get down to business then…” I tug the zipper pull and feel the material wrapped around my thin frame begin to loosen. Each tooth of the zipper that pulls open leaves more room to breathe until the red and black material slips from my body and drops to the floor. I stand before him as nude as he will ever see me. The water- and smudge-proof makeup on my arm and chest will always remain there.

“I think we can arrange that,” he says as he undoes his belt. The whoosh and snap of the leather as he pulls it through his belt loops gives me goosebumps. My nipples harden in expectation and in response to how fucking horny it makes me to see him get that animalistic look in his eyes.

“What sort of arrangement are we talking tonight?” I walk across the room, letting my finger trail across the vanity, then the dress rack. I pick up a red satin belt, dropped from one of the robes another singer wore tonight. I let the material slip across my fingers and then turn to him.

Rome moves toward me, with belt in hand, and I pause. His hand slides up my back and tangles in my hair. He grips a handful and pulls my head backward until my neck is exposed. “Your body around mine until I make you scream my name… And when you drip with my seed and your thighs are coated with moisture, you’ll know what sort of business I want with you.” He sinks his teeth into my throat, and I shudder. I press my hand to the back of his head, further encouraging him to mark me. The pain and pleasure of him sucking and nibbling at the skin of my neck sends me into a frenzy.

“Fuck, you taste good…”

I smirk and turn my lips to his ear. “I want you to see what you’ve been missing.” I slide my mouth over the shell of his ear and suck. “I want you to see how good of a whore I can be for you."

Rome releases me and steps back. His eyes are a flame I can’t look away from. He holds my gaze as he pushes the belt down the length of my body. The leather slides over my skin, over my breasts, over my navel, and over my pussy. The top of the belt lands on my hip and the material rests against my lips, a hair away from touching me. I don’t dare move.

The belt slides around my back and over my ass, comes back, and drags over my pussy lips.

“So, fucking wet,” he growls as he wraps the belt around my neck. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, and you’re going to hold on and take it. You’re going to fucking love it.”

“Yes,” I whisper. He yanks the belt, and the edges dig into my neck. I gasp, but I don’t fight the pain. I feel his hand between us, undoing his slacks. Then I feel the heat of his pulsing cock press against my center.

“You’re my whore, aren’t you?”

“I am. You can use me.”

“I’m going to use you.” He tightens the belt again, and I squeal. In response, he drops his other hand to my ass and smacks it hard. I like when he plays rough, when he dominates me. Because I'm used to being the powerful one and for some reason this is better. I’m naked and hard nipples are exposed, pulse throbbing against the material of the belt around my neck.

His hands are hot on my skin, and I can’t help but moan. He slides his hands up my thigh, and I allow myself to relax, letting my head fall back. His grip tightens around me, and he moves to stand behind me. His hard cock presses against the belt, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body all the way to my toes.

"So do it then... use me..." I egg him on pushing my hips backward against his body. The metal zipper of his slacks scratches my ass cheek and I feel his cock push into my crack. My comment earns me another smack to the ass, and I yelp then bend, straining against the belt.

As my breathing gets cut off, I feel him press his cock against my ass and then slide his hand over my stomach and down between my legs. I hear him chuckle. “You’re dripping on the fucking floor.” He slides his fingers over my clit, spreading my wetness.

I gasp for a breath, choking slightly as he lines himself up to penetrate me. Then he’s sliding into my pussy, deep and hard. My muscles clench around him, spasming in pleasure. I exhale loudly as I feel him pull out of me and then slide back in. He fucks me with an agonizing slowness, rubbing my clit with confident strokes.

I squeeze my own tits, kneading them and rocking my hips in rhythm to his thrusts.

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight," he growls. My brain is getting foggy, and my vision starts to blur. I feel myself getting closer to orgasm and the room starts to spin. I’m going to come, and I’m going to enjoy it. I can't respond to him except to encourage his thrusting by clenching around his thick girth.

"You like this?" I can feel him pulling almost completely out and then driving back into me, cock hitting me deep over and over again, and my head falls forward. My neck strains against the belt wrapped around it and I can no longer breathe at all.

I find I don’t care. I feel my toes curling, and I don't care about anything but coming. I try to whimper, but no sound comes out. I feel the belt scrape against my neck, and he speeds up, pistoning himself into me. This is what I love, what gets me off. The feeling of being used, the feeling of being taken, of being desired. His hand pushes hard against my clit, rubbing and encouraging me to come. My fingernails dig into my own thighs as I writhe and buck.

Then the first glorious wave of orgasm hits me, and I feel my pussy clamp down on his pulsing dick. He grunts and thrusts. I feel the belt loosening around my neck and my head lolls to the side as I finally take a full breath. The burst of oxygen supercharges my orgasm, making me lightheaded and every part of my pussy that much more sensitive. I scream out in pleasure and my knees give out from under me.

Rome grabs my hips, letting the belt fall to the floor with a clatter.

I feel his cock twitch and throb, and I can feel some of his hot cum pump into me, filling me up and causing me to moan. My pussy grips him tightly, milking his dick and urging the rest of his hot cum out of him. When he pulls out, I feel empty, and I know I want more.

I don’t know how long I stay like that, bent over and dripping sweat onto the carpet. I’m too tired to move. But I straighten and feel more fluid drain down my inner thigh. I take a deep breath and try to steady my still-weak knees, and Rome is there, pulling me backward against himself. I feel his cock pressed against my skin, still hard and now moist.

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