Page 20 of Secret Confession
“Hi,” I reply, taking slow, deliberate steps towards her.
She’s leaning against the kitchen counter, watching my every move as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “What are you doing in here? I didn’t think you used this kitchen.”
“I don’t,” I tell her, deliberately not answering her question.
Her face scrunches in confusion as she repeats herself. “So, what are you doing here?”
I stop once I’m right in front of her, so close I can feel the warmth from her body, and her breath fluttering across my face. I place a hand on either side of her on the kitchen counter, caging her in with my body. She gasps as she drags her gaze over me.
She looks like she’s about to say something, no doubt to repeat the question again, so I cut her off. “Maybe I’m here for something to eat.” The words come out deliberately cryptic, and she seems even more baffled by my tone.
“The cookies will be ready in about five minutes, but then they’ll need to cool. I can always make you something else, if there’s anything particular you fancy.” Her words rush out, making her sound almost panicked, and I can’t help but smirk at her perfect choice of words.
“There is something I fancy,” I say, my voice deep and gravelly.
“What?” It sounds almost like a breathy gasp, and I love watching her throat bob as she gulps nervously.
I move so quickly she can barely keep up as I grab hold of her hips, my hold on them bruisingly tight as I lift her up like she weighs nothing. I turn around and walk the few steps to the kitchen island, which escaped from the chaos of her baking, and is one of the few clean surfaces in the room.
Courtney lets out a startled yelp as I carry her, grunting when I place her down on the island. I push her legs apart so I can step in between them, keeping my hold on her hips as I pull her arse to the edge.
I take one hand off her hip and move it to her cheek, loving the way she instinctively leans in to my touch. Her face relaxes, her features softening as I stroke my thumb across her cheek.
I lean in slowly, making my intentions clear, giving her the time she needs to move away if she chooses to. Although her eyes grow wide with shock, her smile lets me know my advances aren’t unwanted.
When my lips are hovering over hers, I whisper, “Tell me to stop, Courtney. If you don’t, that means you’re mine now. Once we do this, there’s no going back. If that scares you, tell me to stop now.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” Her words are barely above a whisper, but she may as well have shouted them as they echo inside my very soul.
As much as I want to grab her, her inexperience means there are things she might not be aware of, and I need to go over these things with her before we go any further.
“Before we go any further, we need to establish some ground rules. When we play, even though you hand over your body and your trust to me, you’re still verymuch the one in control. I may say I won’t stop, and that you’re mine to use as I please, but I will never do anything without your consent.
“If you ever want me to stop, for any reason, you can use the safeword ‘red’, and whatever we’re doing will stop. If you just want me to slow down, you can use ‘amber’.
“You have the final say over everything, even if I’m chasing you or taking you in whatever way I want. You have all the power, and I need you to never forget that. You can take back your consent at any time, even though I really fucking hope you won’t want to. Do you understand?”
She pulls her lip in between her teeth as she mulls over my words, the silence stretching between us as she takes it all in. After a short pause, she slowly nods her head.
“I understand. I like knowing you’ll stop if I want you to, but I don’t think I’ll need to use my safeword. I don’t know why I feel the way I do, but I trust you won’t ever push me too far. You’ll only give me as much as I can handle. Though it’s reassuring to know I have the power to stop if I’m uncertain.”
I can’t stop my smirk from growing as Courtney stares at me with passion in her eyes. “You’ll use your safeword if you want to stop?”
She nods. “I will if I need to, but I don’t want you to stop right now.”
Once I hear those magic words, I don’t hesitate even for a moment longer. I slam my lips against hers, tasting and claiming her. Her lips are soft beneath mine, but she holds her own and meets my kiss with vigour.
As I swipe my tongue along her lower lip, demanding access, she opens up like the good girl she is and lets me devour her. I kiss her passionately, and she’s more than happy to return the favour.
When she pulls my lower lip in between her teeth, the way I’ve seen her do with her own on so many occasions, a groan rips from my throat, and my cock throbs painfully.
I slide my hand from her cheek down to her neck, wrapping my palm around her throat like it’s the only necklace she ever needs to wear. I press my lips against her cheek, along the line of her jaw, and down her neck, nibbling and sucking as I go.
She whimpers when I pull my lips away from her soft skin, and I squeeze her throat, letting her know this isn’t over. “I told you I came in here because I’m hungry. Now I’m going to eat my fill,” I growl as I move the hand on her hip to grab hold of her waistband, tugging on it to make my intentions clear.
Her eyes grow wide when she realises what I’m implying, but she quickly reaches down to help remove her shorts, her lace knickers coming down at the same time, leaving her exposed to me once more. I can see her pussy glistening, and I can’t hold back my smirk.
“Is my dirty girl wet for me already?” I ask, nudging her legs until she opens them even wider.
