Page 18 of Secret Confession
“I’ve been a good girl, Daddy. Please. I’ll do anything. It feels so good. I’ve never felt—fuck—anything like this,” I confess, my hips rocking frantically against my hand.
Maximus’ hand around my neck tightens again, making me gasp. “Such a dirty girl. Pretend it’s my fingers that are buried deep in your cunt, then you can come. Come all over Daddy’s fingers.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out, not bothering to tell him I’ve been pretending they’re his fingers the whole time. I’ve been imagining it’s his touch that found my sweet spot, and that he had no trouble learning how I like my clit being rubbed.
As soon as I hear him give me permission, it’s like a dam breaks, and my orgasm floods through me. All of my nerve endings that have been prickling like livewires explode, setting my whole body on fire. I tremble as my release shudders through me, tightening my muscles as it hits.
My pussy walls clamp down around my fingers, forcing me to hold still as they flutter and I become impossibly wetter. I cry out, the wordDaddyechoing around the room as I gasp and moan, lost to the most overwhelming yet fucking amazing feelings.
As my muscles relax, and I can finally pull in some much needed air, the trembling subsides. When I can finally move my fingers again, I slide them out slowly, wincing at the sting I feel in my pussy, followed by a strange, empty feeling.
Before I even know what’s happening, Maximus removes the hand that’s wrapped around my neck and grabs my wrist. He holds it between us, his gaze locked on the way my fingers are glistening in the light, thanks to the juices soaking them.
His hungry gaze flicks between my fingers and my face, and I can’t help but lower my eyes in embarrassment. Now that I’ve had my release, the whole situation seems to catch up with me, and it’s just hitting me that I let this man watch as I fingered myself to the best orgasm I’ve ever had. The proof is glistening between us.
His deep voice pulls my attention back to him, just in time for me to see his smirk turn into a genuine smile. “That was fucking beautiful, Courtney. You were such a good girl for Daddy.”
As soon as the final word leaves his lips, he pulls my fingers into his mouth. I feel his tongue slide over the underside of my finger, before he pulls them inside, wrapping his lips around them as he sucks them clean.
My eyes roll as my pussy flutters, and I’m surprised by how much of a turn on it ishaving someone lick my fingers clean. Maximus seems lost in his task, letting out soft moans around my fingers, whilst making sure not to take his eyes off me.
When he pulls my hand back, the tips of my fingers falling out of his mouth with a pop, he stares at me with a hungry gaze that makes me shiver. Then suddenly, he shakes his head, his face wrinkling like he might be in pain.
“I shouldn’t have fucking done that,” he growls, startling me.
Rejection and humiliation hits me hard, flushing through my veins like ice, sobering me to the embarrassing situation I find myself in. I pull my hand from his grasp, not able to bear his touch now that I know he regrets what we just did.
Maximus’ eyes narrow in confusion, no doubt trying to work out why I just pulled away from him. I guess he’s so used to treating his whores like shit, and them being fine with it, he can’t even begin to comprehend why I might be embarrassed.
I see the moment it dawns on him, as his eyes widen almost comically, before they take on a dangerous edge. “I didn’t say that because I regret what just happened, Courtney. I meant that I shouldn’t have tasted you, because now that I have, now that I know what a sweet little slut you can be for me, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”
My mouth falls open in shock, and I screw my eyes closed, trying to ease my aching head as I make sense of the whole situation. When I hear the sound of water splashing, I open them again to find Maximus climbing out of the pool.
He makes his way over to where his towel is waiting and wraps it around his body. It’s impossible not to notice his erection straining against his swimming shorts, tenting them.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, feeling more fucking confused than ever.
If he’s as turned on as he looks, and he doesn’t regret what happened between us, why is he walking away?
Even though my voice was barely audible, I know he heard me because he smiles at me. “I warned you to stay away from me, but you didn’t listen. Now you’re mine, Little Lamb. You’re going to be Daddy’s little slut, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
With a devilish wink, he turns and exits the pool room, leaving me sitting on the edge, half naked. Whilst his actions might be confusing as hell, I can’t deny this is the most satisfied I’ve ever been. I’ve never felt pleasure like it.
When he threw the wordDaddyinto the mix, I wasn’t sure what to think at first. I never imagined calling anyone Daddy in a sexual way, let alone enjoying it, but I did. It felt natural, and my body reacted in a way I didn’t expect, as did Maximus’.
When he whispers his dirty words at me, turning me into his personal slut, all I can think about is wanting to make him happy. I’ll do anything he asks of me, as long as we both enjoy it. And given how wet I was, it’s safe to say I quite enjoy being Daddy’s dirty whore.
Ididn’t think there would be anything worse than thinking about a naked girl coming for me, while I’m in a meeting with my son and his best friend, Miles. But since the girl is Miles’ little sister, it definitely is worse.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what happened with Courtney by the swimming pool yesterday. She invaded my dreams, and I was painfully hard when I woke up. I’ve wanked three times in the hope I could get her out of my mind, at least until this meeting is over, but her pretty pink pussy is haunting me.
What’s even worse is that I don’t plan on staying away from her anymore, and I’m certainly not going to stop whatever is happening between us. Courtney is sin incarnate, tempting me in the most dangerous way, and I know I can’t—won’t—stay away.
I’ve decided I want Courtney, and I always get what I want.
Marcus clears his throat to capture my attention, pulling me out of my thoughts. We had been exchanging pleasantries I was barely paying attention to, but they both have their serious faces on now, and I know I need to pay attention.
“We think we know who Courtney’s stalker is. We just don’t know how to locate him,” Marcus says, sounding frustrated, his lips twisting into a scowl.
