Page 24 of Secret Confession
Some questions I won’t be able to ask without sounding like an idiot, but there’s at least one I have to know the answer to. “Will it…hurt?”
His devilish smirk grows, making him appear almost cocky as he slowly shakes his head. “No, Little Lamb, it will feel so fucking good for you.”
I let out a gasp as I think about what the shiny bar might feel like rubbing against that sweet spot deep inside me that makes me see stars. I’m so lost in my imagination, a slightly less clever question slips out without me first having the chance to edit it.
“What if it…gets stuck?”
Well, I may as well be wearing a giant neon fucking sign that says I’m a virgin and I have no fucking clue what I’m doing,I think to myself as I shake my head in despondency.
My cheeks feel like they’re on fire as embarrassment floods my entire body, but Maximus doesn’t laugh at me like I thought he might. Instead, he keeps his response casual yet reassuring. “No, it never has before.”
Unfortunately, that response sends my brain spiralling in a whole new way, as I picture him with other women. I want to ask how many times he’s had sex since he got the piercing, how many women he’s been with, but I’m afraid of the answer.
At fifty-one-years-old, of course Maximus has a hell of a past, including a dead wife and a son that’s nine years older than me. I don’t even want to think about the fact Maximus is old enough to be a grandad, but it’s true.
He’s lived a whole lifetime, and I’m only just starting out—of course, there will be a difference in how many people we’ve been with. It’s just something I’m going to have to accept.
Maximus leans over my body and places his hand on my cheek, his warm touch pulling me out of my spiralling thoughts. “Get out of your head, Little Lamb. Stop overthinking things and just be here with me. Okay?”
His voice is calming, and the last of my jealous thoughts fade away. “Okay.”
“Good. Now, I want to see if you’re still wet for me,” he says, as he moves the fingers that were resting on my cheek, trailing them down my neck, over my clavicles, before making his way down the centre of my chest.
His touch is as light as a feather, and leaves a trail of tingles behind on my skin. As he kneels on the bed, edging closer to me, I let my legs fall open wide, so he can slot in between them.
He trails his fingers up my calf, over my knee, before slowly edging towards my inner thigh. Goosebumps erupt over my flesh, and the tingling turns toheat.
I prop myself up on my elbows, so I can see what he’s doing, as his fingers travel closer to where I want them the most. As his finger slides through my slit, he lets out a low groan as I tremble beneath his delicate touch.
“Still so fucking wet. Is it all for me?”
I nod, the word “Yes,” falling from my lips like a breath.
He slaps his hand against the side of my arse, which is all he can reach with me laying on my back, and I let out a startled yelp as the sting spreads over my sore flesh.
“Good girls don’t forget the rules. What are you supposed to call me?” He stares at me intently, letting me see his disappointment that I’ve forgotten the rules already.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I mutter.
He presses his finger against my clit, dragging a moan from my lips as he says, “Don’t forget again.” I can hear the threat of punishment that he leaves unsaid, and I shudder at the thought.
As his finger slides lower, I hold my breath, unable to take my eyes off Maximus as he watches every movement I make so intently. He presses one finger into my aching pussy, both of us groaning until he gets it all in.
“Breathe, Little Lamb,” he reminds me, as he slowly works his finger in and out of me.
Each time he pulls out, then presses back in, the feelings change from a slight sting to something that’s undeniably pleasurable. His thumb rubbing gently over my clit only adds to the sensation, and before I know it, I’m whimpering with a desperate need for more.
Maximus must be able to read me like a book, as he slides a second finger in beside the first, giving me exactly what I wanted, but never got the chance to ask for. He stretches me in the most maddening way, and my moans become more frantic with each thrust.
My whole body is tingling with the growing excitement, almost like electricity is sizzling just underneath my skin, making everything feel more heightened. So each time Maximus opens his fingers, stretching me as much as he can, my head spins as my heart races from the overwhelming feelings.
“You’re so fucking tight. Are you going to be able to take all of Daddy’s dick?” he growls, as his fingers fuck me so fast I see stars.
“I-I… I think so, Daddy. I want to,” I stutter, making sure I tell him the truth in between the moans and gasps I simply can’t stop.
“Such a good girl,” he replies, pressing a sweet kiss against my lips.
The overwhelming sensations soon push me closer to the edge, and I recognise the telltale signs of my quickly approaching orgasm. My muscles coil as my body heats even more, my core clenching in desperate need of relief.
