Page 13 of Secret Confession
She drops her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper as she says, “Yes.”
My breath hitches as my cock throbs painfully, now fully erect and straining against the zipper on my trousers. “Which part did you like the most?” I ask, leaning forward as I desperately await her answer.
I’m like an addict, waiting for whatever scraps of information she’s willing to throw my way. She seems to surprise me at every turn, and I need to stop underestimating her.
Courtney tilts her head to the side as she thinks about her answer. “The way you used her, the dirty things you said, and…the way you looked at me when you…finished.”
Her eyes darken as she fumbles over her words, not feeling confident enough to even say that I came. Her breath is coming out in little pants, making her appear needy and desperate, giving her cheeks a pretty pink blush.
“How did you feel when I called her nasty names?”
Her lips curve into a slight smile that makes my stomach flip. “I didn’t think I’d like it, but I did. I just don’t know why.”
She sounds confused, but she really doesn’t need to be. I reach over and place my hand over hers, the way she did mine not too long before. She startles, before settling into the warmth of my touch.
“You don’t have to know why, you only need to know that you enjoyed it. Was there anything you saw that you didn’t like?”
Once the question is out there, apprehension fills me. I want to do anything and everything with this beautiful girl, as I open her eyes to the world of pleasure that she hasn’t even dreamt about yet.
I don’t want her to hold us back by thinking she doesn’t like something before she’s tried it, but I respect her enough to have this discussion.
She pauses for a second, like she’s trying to find the best way to say whatever is on her mind. “I’m not sure I’ll like whatever you did to put those marks on her arse, but the only thing that really bothered me was there being others.”
The welt marks on Anya’s arse came from her being caned, which is a punishment she takes great pleasure in, but I’m very aware not every gets off on that level of pain. So that part isn’t too much of an issue for me, whereas the second part makes me more than a little uncomfortable.
I shuffle in my seat, struggling to know what the hell to say in response to that. There are many reasons I have multiple whores, and why I’m not monogamous, but Courtney doesn’t need to know any of them. She’s right when she says she shouldn’t have to be one of many.
“Well, when you find the right person to experiment with, I’m sure they’ll be able to commit to just you,” I tell her, deliberately keeping my words vague, whilst trying to hide the way my stomach is sinking at the thought that it won’t be me taking this beautiful girl’s innocence.
Courtney’s brows furrow in confusion as she stares at me. “Someone? What about you?”
My eyes widen comically and I shake my head rapidly. “Surely you know there’s a million reasons why it can’t be me. The age difference, for one. Miles and Marcus, for another. Besides, you’re here for me to keep you safe, not to take advantage of you.”
Her expression shifts, and suddenly she looks really bloody pissed off. “What was the point of this conversation then? You’ve just told me all of these fucking spicy things that you want to do to me, sparking my interest for the first time, only for you to turn around and take it all back.”
I don’t know what to say to that, as she’s right. I shouldn’t have started this conversation, as I knew where it would lead, and that nothing good would come from it.
The longer I stay quiet, the more her anger deflates. Suddenly, she looks so small, shy and sad, as she says, “You really don’t want me?”
I let out a harsh laugh as I squeeze her hand that’s still beneath mine, getting her attention. I then roughly pull her hand towards me, placing it over my hard cock.
“I definitely fucking want you. But I’m no good for you, Little Lamb. I would break you into tiny pieces, and I’d love every minute of it. I’m not a romantic, I won’t give you hearts and flowers like you deserve. I’m the villain who will take great pleasure in ruining you.”
She stuns me by squeezing my cock, pulling a deep moan from my throat. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says, “Maybe I want you to ruin me.”
Fuck!
Despite nearly coming in my boxers, I pull her hand away from my dick, shaking my head in the hopes it will straighten out my spiralling thoughts. My cock is begging for her touch, but I can’t allow it.
“You really don’t,” I tell her, hoping I sound more genuine than I feel. “You should go, before we both say or do something we’ll regret.”
Courtney’s chair scrapes against the floor as she stands, her legs wobbling just a little as she tries to find her feet. I almost reach out to steady her, but I worry that even just the briefest touch against her skin will steal away the last of my already fragile control.
Courtney makes it to the door before she stops and turns to face me once more. Although she looks shy and nervous, her gaze never leaves mine, making her seem sure of herself. “I don’t think I’d regret anything.”
As soon as the words have left her lips, she turns on her heel and exits the room, leaving me with a painful hard-on and a level of excitement I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Now that I know Courtney is a virgin, she’s even more forbidden, but that doesn’t stop me wanting her. She deserves a man who can give her romance and flowers, who can be slow and gentle with her, who will adore only her.It’s been a long time since I’ve done any of those things, and even though Courtney is sure they’re not what she wants, she can’t be certain.
