Page 6 of Secret Confession
I don’t have a death wish.
At the far end of the corridor, past what I assume is Maximus’ bedroom, there’s light shining through a semi-open door, and the closer I get, the more I can hear strange noises coming from in there.
My brain is screaming at me to turn back, that the risk of getting caught is now too high, and I need to make a run for it, but my legs keep moving forward.
The closer I get, the more the noises become clearer—sex noises. The grunts, moans, and slapping of naked flesh is unmistakeable, and it only adds to my earlier thoughts that I need to get the fuck out of here. But the enigma that is Maximus, combined with my curiosity, gets the better of me.
I pause just beside the slightly open door, my body trembling as it’s all too aware of the risks I seem to be quite happy to ignore. I lean around the doorframe,peering through the gap, only to gasp at what I see—Maximus in all his naked glory.
Despite being in his early fifties, the man is ripped in a way that would make younger men weep with jealousy. He’s got muscles in all the right places; bulging biceps, sculpted chest, defined abs that lead down to a prominent V… He’s like a perfectly designed sex god, and I can’t stop staring.
His dark hair has patches of grey that pairs with his well-trimmed beard, and also matches the splattering of hair that lightly covers his chest, before trailing down his lower stomach, between the curves of his hips.
He’s standing tall, looking every bit the powerful, dangerous man I know him to be. His dark gaze is currently fixed on the naked girl who is kneeling before him.
Although I can’t see much of her, as she has her back to me, I can tell that she’s very small and petite, making her seem even more vulnerable with his imposing figure looming over her.
Her hands are tied behind her back with rope, and her shoulder-length mousy-brown hair has been gathered into one of his fists. He’s using his hold on her hair to force her head into whatever position he wants, which is currently arching her back perfectly.
I can’t see anything specific, but the noises make it pretty obvious that he’s using his hold on her hair to fuck her face, his cock sliding down her throat each time he thrusts his hips. I can hear her gagging and spluttering around his length.
Her back is arched, exposing her lightly tanned skin, and I can’t help but be drawn to the red welt marks that are covering her arse, looking sore and tender.
Fuck, I really need to leave. I’ve seen way more than I should,I tell myself, knowing with a certainty that I need to walk away now.
This has become more than me just being somewhere off-limits. I’m invading Maximus’ privacy, by watching something that I definitely shouldn’t be seeing.
Just as I’m about to turn and leave, Maximus starts to speak, and I’m frozen to the spot, transfixed as I listen to him. His voice is deep and gravelly, and the dirty words that spill from his lips heats my body in a way I never expected.
“You’re such a nasty little whore. Look at you drooling all over my cock. Is it getting your slutty cunt wet, having my big dick choking your throat?”
I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing. Maximus is being so rude to her, degrading her in such an awful way, yet it sends a tingle down my spine.
The girl pulls away from him just enough to say, “I love it, Sir. Use me like the worthless whore I am.”
She’s barely finished speaking when he pushes himself back into her mouth, choking the last of the words from her lips, as he lets out a low groan that makes me core heat.
I can’t bring myself to move, or to tear my gaze away from Maximus. I watch as he uses the girl on her knees, his words getting more dirty and derogatory the closer he gets to his orgasm. I quickly realise I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been before.
I watch as he edges closer to his release, the lines of his face wrinkling as hescrunches his nose while grinding his teeth. The muscles in his abdomen become more pronounced, as do the hard lines of his thighs, making it clear he’s close.
“I’m going to come down your fucking throat, and you’re going to savour every drop of my cum for the gift it is, knowing it’s more than a worthless whore like you deserves,” he grunts, slamming his hips against her even harder as his orgasm hits.
My knickers are soaked, and my heart is pounding hard as I struggle to catch my breath, completely lost to the lust that’s clouding my vision. It’s only after I’ve blinked a couple of times that I realise Maximus is looking straight at me while he’s coming into another woman’s mouth.
“Good girl,” he says, his gaze fixed on me, causing goosebumps to erupt over my flesh.
I can’t seem to tear myself away from staring back at him, even when the girl on her knees speaks. “Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir. I’ve been such a good girl for you. Please, can I have your cock in my dirty pussy? I really need to come.”
He shakes his head as he glances down at her. “No, you haven’t earned a reward yet.” Maximus then lifts his emerald gaze back to me again, and although he’s speaking to her, he aims every word at me. “Bad girls who break the rules get punished, and you’ve been a very bad girl.”
My mouth falls open in shock and my breathing stutters, my heart racing as my eyes widen on hearing the dangerous threat that’s very clearly aimed at me. I’m frozen, wondering what the hell I’m going to do to get myself out of this mess, when the girl on her knees distracts me.
“No, please, Sir. It’s been five days since you last allowed me to come, and you’ve edged me badly every day since then. I am so sore and aching, and my pussy feels like it’s painfully throbbing all the time, desperate for release,” she begs, her words becoming more breathy and frantic as her begging gets louder.
Maximus reaches down and, with his hands underneath her shoulders, he pulls her to her feet, snarling, “I own you. I decide if you come, and when. You are lucky I allow you the privilege of being one of my whores. I can replace you in an instant. There’s more than a few girls who are eager to take your place, and won’t give me the hassle you do. So, either do as you’re told, or leave and don’t come back. It’s your choice.”
During the sex session, his harsh, dirty words felt almost like he was playing a role, saying what they both wanted to hear to make the moment more sexy and erotic, but this feels different. There’s a harshness to Maximus’ tone that suggests he means every word, and it makes me think that he doesn’t care about the woman at all. She’s just another whore to him.
