Page 23 of Secret Confession
I turn my head as I keep running, and find him less than twenty meters from me. I quickly look back in the direction I’m running, breathing a sigh of relief when I see my bedroom door.
I place my hand on the handle and throw the door open, propelling myself inside. I stop at the foot of the bed, desperately pulling air into my burning lungs.
I may run every day, but I prefer to do longer distances, where I have to pace myself to make it to the end. I’ve never been much of a sprinter, except for the odd sprint finish when I want to end on a better time.
Still, I expected myself to be in slightly better shape. Right now, my lungs are burning as I try to pull in some much needed oxygen, and my legs feel like they’re on fire. I definitely need to increase my running, and train slightly differently, because I doubt this will be the last time Maximus wants to chase me.
As I turn to face the door, I see him leaning against the doorframe, his gaze hungrily dragging over my naked body. I really hope I’m not red, hot, and sweaty after that run, but if I am, he doesn’t seem to care.
He stalks towards me with slow, deliberate steps, and my breath hitches as I’m frozen to the spot.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Little Lamb? Once we do, there’s no backing out—you’ll belong to me. And whilst I promise to go slow and be gentle for your first time, that’s not something I can guarantee in the future.
“I like it rough. I like you on your knees, gagging or begging to come. I want to use all of your holes, and coat you with my cum. I will be your Daddy, and you’ll thank me for everything I give you, like the good girl you are.
“But if you aren’t prepared to hand yourself over to me completely, trusting me with your body and your pleasure, then we can’t go through with this. I can’t have just a sample of your sweet cunt and then walk away. I want it all. I want you.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the intensity behind his words, as heat pools in my core. Whilst the dirty words resonate with me way more than I was expecting, it’s the possessive, claiming words that make my stomach flip with excitement.
I’ve never had anyone look at me the way Maximus does, and not just because he’s attracted to me. He stares at me like he can’t quite bring himself to look away, and that makes me feel more beautiful than ever.
I shouldn’t like the idea of him claiming me, saying I’m his if I agree to this, but his words appeal to me on so many levels. Other than Miles, I’ve never had anyone who would choose me. Who would fight to have me be a part of their life, and that’s exactly what Maximus is doing—in his own way.
I take a step closer to him, loving the way he has to ball his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching for me until I’ve given him my answer. I’ve never feltmore beautiful or powerful than when I see how much I affect this tough mafia man.
“You can have all of me…Daddy.” I deliberately pause before adding his title, which has started to give me a sense of belonging and feeling cared for that I never expected, letting the tension between us build as silence fills the room.
As soon as the wordDaddyleaves my lips, his devilish smirk grows, making my skin prickle with excitement. “Get down on your knees,” he instructs.
Once I’m kneeling, he shows me how to get into what he calls a submissive pose. My legs are slightly apart, displaying my bare pussy. My back is arched, pushing my tits outwards, and my hands are behind my back, holding onto the opposite wrist to keep them in place.
It’s not the most comfortable position, but the fire in Maximus’ gaze suggests he quite enjoys seeing me presented to him in this way. Normally, he wants me to have my eyes downcast until he tells me otherwise, but today, I don’t have to do that.
I take advantage of being able to look at him as he removes his clothes, carefully folding each item and placing it on the chair in the corner of the room. He’s taking forever, and it’s fucking maddening.
Not only am I losing feeling in my knees, and my arms and shoulders are burning from being pulled so tight, my pussy is aching to the point it’s almost painful. I desperately need him to touch me, and I don’t know why he’s not as eager as I am.
He seems to have some weird level of self control, and I really need him to teach me it, so I’m not needy and desperate all the time.
When he only has his boxers left to remove, he reaches down and pulls me up, so I’m standing. He then uses his thumb to free my lower lip from between my teeth.
“The only person allowed to bite this lip is me,” he growls, before pressing his lips against mine.
It’s a bruising kiss, and he nips at my lips as if to emphasise his point, before devouring me with his tongue. When he pulls back far too soon, I lean forward, trying to capture his lips with my own, not wanting the kiss to end, but he places his hand on my chest, stopping my movement.
He then pushes me until I’m laying flat on my back on the bed, while he remains standing, towering over me.
“Tonight is about you, but I plan to teach you how to swallow all of this very soon,” he says, his voice deep and husky as he pushes his boxers down to reveal his hard cock.
My eyes widen as he kicks his boxers away, wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft as he smirks at me. Before I can stop myself, high-pitched words blurt out of me. “What’s that?”
He looks down, following the direction of my fixed gaze, whilst using the hand that’s wrapped around his length to lift it slightly, giving us both a better view.
“It’s a piercing—specifically a Prince Albert,” he replies casually,like we’re discussing the weather rather than him having a piercing in the last place I would have expected him to have one.
My cheeks heat as a million questions run through my brain, and I pause for a moment, wondering how I can ask the really important ones without sounding like the inexperienced virgin I am.
I purposefully lift my gaze to make eye contact with him, instead of staring at the silver shining bar that’s glistening on the tip of his cock. I take slow, deep breaths as I try to quieten my racing heart.
