Page 38 of Secret Confession
We’ve explored so many aspects of my sexuality, testing my limits and my pleasure-pain barrier, as well as him helping me to explore the sensual parts of my body. We’ve had the types of sex I couldn’t even imagine, and it’s taught me so much about myself, as well as giving me a level of self-confidence I’ve never had before.
Putting all the sex stuff aside, I’ve fallen for him hard. He makes me laugh, makes me feel safe and cared for, and as we’ve gotten to know each other, I’ve been shocked by how much we have in common.
I’ve watched Maximus drop the walls he’s kept built around himself for such a long time, showing me the person he keeps hidden away from the rest of the world. And in return, I’ve given him my control, my trust, and my body.
That’s how I found myself wandering through the halls of the Mansion with a butt plug in, stretching my arse in preparation for him taking the last thing I have to offer.
As I sit down at the dinner table beside him, Maximus’ smirk grows when hesees me shuffling, trying and failing to find a comfortable position. The longer the meal drags on, the more confused and turned on I’m becoming.
The full, stretched feeling became pleasurable a little while ago, and whenever I move, the plug seems to hit a bundle of nerves that sends a spike of pleasure rippling through me. But it still feels weird and almost awkward to be sitting at the dinner table, knowing I’m getting turned on by having something in my arse.
It’s messing with my head, and I don’t quite know what to think.
When the server approaches the table and asks if we’d like dessert, I’m quick to tell him no. I want to get away from the table as quickly as possible, and hope like hell Maximus will help me take care of the problem he’s created.
As the server leaves, Maximus scowls at me. “I was in the mood for something sweet,” he snaps.
I roll my eyes, and start to tell him that he could call the server back and request his own dessert, but before I can get any words out, Maximus reaches over and grabs me.
Before I know it, I’m laying on the table, with my dress pushed up around my waist, and my legs spread wide. Maximus is feasting on my pussy like I’m the sweet treat he’s been thinking about all day, all whilst fucking the butt plug in and out of my tight arse.
My brain was already hazy from the way the toy has been teasing me all day, but with Maximus’ mouth sucking and licking at my dripping pussy, I quickly fall into desperate whimpers and cries of pleasure.
When he presses a finger into my cunt, at the same time as he’s fucks my arse with the toy, all while he’s sucking on my clit, I lose myself to the overwhelming sensations that are assaulting my body.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Daddy. That’s so good. Please, fuck…” My desperate pleas are almost incoherent as I beg and plead for something that I can’t quite find the words for.
Everything feels too much and not enough all at the same time. Maximus has this amazing ability to play my body like it’s a complex instrument that only he’s learnt to master—and fuck has he mastered it well.
“Good girl. Take Daddy’s fingers like the perfect whore you are,” Maximus growls as he adds a second finger into my pussy, making me fuller than I thought possible with the butt plug in my arse.
There’s a loud bang as the door to the dining room slams open…and all hell breaks loose. Maximus and I are both lost in each other, and the overwhelming pleasurable sensations, which is why we’re slower responding than we should be.
Marcus has strolled all the way into the room before we all freeze, taking in the shitty situation we now find ourselves in. Marcus quickly slams his hands over his eyes, before rapidly spinning around to face away from us.
“What the fuck?!” he shouts.
Both Maximus and I quickly spring into action, pushing away the sex haze in favour of the humiliation that is overwhelming me right now. Maximus ignores his son and grabs hold of me to pull me off the table.
Once I’ve found my footing, Maximus reaches over and smooths my dress down, making it look like I didn’t have it scrunched around my waist just moments ago.
I watch as he discreetly places the butt plug he pulled from my stretched hole into his trouser pocket, as where the hell else could he put it? My cheeks heat further from the embarrassment of the whole situation, and I’d be surprised if I’m not as red as a fucking tomato.
Maximus reaches over and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together tightly. He pulls me until I’m standing by his side, giving me a small but genuine smile as he does.
He lifts his shoulders back, transforming him into the confident, take no shit mafia boss he is. When he finally replies to Marcus, there’s no hint of embarrassment or regret at being caught in his voice, only sarcasm.
“When will you learn to knock?”
Marcus spins around, glaring at Maximus as he growls, “What the fuck are you doing?” She’s Miles’ little sister. She’s a fucking kid.”
“I’m nineteen. I’m not a kid,” I snap petulantly, which I’m very aware doesn’t do me any favours when I’m trying to argue that I’m an adult.
Marcus turns his harsh stare on me, and it takes every ounce of strength that I’m pulling from Maximus not to wither under the weight of his glare. “Do you think that will matter to Miles? Oh fuck, he’s going to try and kill you, isn’t he?” he says, looking at Maximus for the final part of the sentence.
Maximus just rolls his eyes in response. “Stop being dramatic. He can’t kill me.”
“He might want to,” I add, somewhat unhelpfully, but it’s the truth. My brother is fiercely protective of me, and we both knew from the start that this isn’t a relationship he’d choose for me.
