Page 22 of Secret Confession
“Fuck! My cookies are burning,” she shouts as she pushes me out of the way, rushing over to the oven, which is filled with smoke.
As she opens the oven door, a strong smell of burning fills the room, and we both grab dishcloths, which we frantically waft in front of the oven, trying to disperse the cloud. Courtney reaches for the knobs, turning the oven off, as I use the dishcloth to lift the cookies out of the oven.
If I didn’t know what she was baking, I’d have no idea they were cookies. They’re now just black, rock-hard blobs that are not even slightly edible. I quicklyplace the baking sheet in the sink and turn on the cold water, stepping back when I hear a hiss as steam erupts.
Once we’ve dispersed the smoke and the smell, after opening the windows, and the imminent threat of burning the Mansion down has been eliminated, I turn to see Courtney looking incredibly sheepish as she shuffles from one foot to the other, still naked from the waist down.
“Oops. Sorry,” she mutters, dropping her gaze to the floor.
I can’t help but laugh, which gets her looking at me again. “I’d say that was mostly my fault, as I distracted you.”
She takes a step closer to me, trying to appear confident, but the shyness in her expression remains. “If they hadn’t burnt, you would be having sex with me right now.”
She looks up at me, her bright-blue eyes shining as she pulls on that fucking lip of hers again. “I would, but it’s probably for the best. You don’t want to lose your virginity on a kitchen counter.”
She nods in understanding, until suddenly her shy smile turns wicked. “Well, you better take me to a bed then. The sooner I lose my virginity, the sooner you can turn me into the good little whore I want to be for you, Daddy.”
Well, fuck.I almost come from hearing that alone.
My eyes darken as I take a predatory step towards her. “You better go to your room, then.”
She bends down to pick up her discarded knickers and shorts, but I grab them before she can. “I need my clothes,” she says, glaring at me when I make no move to hand them over.
“Give me your vest, now.” The authoritative tone in my voice leaves no room for argument, and although she continues to glare at me, she removes her vest like a good girl, before handing it over to me.
I take a moment to drag my gaze over her naked body, loving the small red marks I can see on her hip from where I held her too tight. I plan to cover her with my marks, letting everyone know who she belongs to.
“You better start running, Little Lamb. Wherever I catch you, that’s where I’m fucking you. You get a ten-second head start, so use it wisely,” I tell her, my heart racing in anticipation. The thrill of the chase always gets me excited, as does the vulnerable, timid look in her eyes.
Although she looks a bit unsure as to what’s going on, when I tell her to get ready, she springs into action, a determined expression on her face.
“Go,” I shout, as I slap my hand against her arse.
She turns to glare at me for just a second before she takes off running, her laughter trickling behind her. I watch her gorgeous body as she runs, fighting to keep my feet still to give her the head start I promised.
I pull out my phone and send a quick message to my security team, making sure they turn all the cameras off in her wing, and delete any footage from earlier that would make me want to stab someone if they saw it. Once they’ve confirmed it’s been done, I slide the phoneback into my pocket.
My anticipation has grown adequately , and I can’t wait any longer. I take off in the direction I saw Courtney go, knowing the route she’s going to take to get to her bedroom.
I can’t think about anything except capturing my Little Lamb, and finally claiming my sweet prize. The thrill of the chase gets me excited, but devouring my prey when I capture her is the real prize.
My heart is pounding so loud I can practically hear it whooshing in my ears. It’s not just from the nerves and the excitement, but the anticipation of the chase too.
The build up in the kitchen with Maximus was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I can’t wait to explore where things are going to go between us.
I hear Maximus’ voice echo down the corridor, sounding much closer than I’d expect. “I’m coming for you, Little Lamb.”
A tingle spreads throughout my body, and I finally feel like the vulnerable prey being chased by a predator that he keeps insisting I am. Well, I guess it’s slightly different, as most prey don’t actually want to be caught, and I really, really do.
As I keep pushing forward, running as fast as I can, I send out a little prayer to anyone who is listening, that in the heat of the moment, I have no problems remembering the route from the kitchen to my room. It’s a route I’ve done many times before, but never whilst I’m being chased.
My legs burn from the hard push, and for just a second, I can’t help but think: why the hell am I pushing so hard? I want him to catch me, and I’m not all that bothered about where I am when he reaches me.
Obviously, if I had a choice, I’d prefer to lose my virginity in a bed, rather thanbeing pressed up against the wall in a corridor. But, honestly, I’m so desperate for Maximus right now, I’ll take anything he’s willing to give me.
I can hear his thunderous footprints catching up with me, but that’s not a great surprise given he’s so much taller than me, and he can cover more distance with just one stride than I can.
“There you are,” he shouts, sounding like he’s almost caught up with me.
