Page 12 of The Secret Club
Greg lifts me up, cradling me to his chest like a precious China doll. He’s peppering the side of my face and neck with kisses, whispering his praise over and over again. Lying me on my back on the bed with my head resting against the pillows. He reaches for his camera and once again takes photos of my brutalised breasts, now covered in red angry stripes. Greg reaches for the safety scissors waiting on the bedside table and cuts through the ties releasing the blood flow back to my breasts. He holds a small tub of some cream, pops the lid and scoops some out, massaging it into my breast. He’s not soft and his rubbing and squeezing is making the cane marks sing, the tenderness of the return of blood flow intensifying every sensation.
Greg might be massaging me but he’s certainly savouring the ability to prolong the torment. Tipping my chin, I can see the red streak marks from the cane and purple blotches covering my entire breasts. They are entirely fucked up. Greg seems to be enthralled.
Once he’s satisfied that he’s massaged my breasts enough,every inch glimmering in the light reflecting off the cream. He climbs off the bed, undoes his belt buckle and removes his trousers, shirt and pants. His large cock hangs down heavy and painfully erect. Pre cum is dripping from its tip.
Greg climbs back onto the bed, tucks his fingers under the side of my thong at my hips and pulls it down my legs.
“So delicious,” Greg murmurs as he looks at my bare pussy for the first time. He runs his fingers through my folds, pulling back to see them glistening in the lamplight. “You are so wet Roxy. Are you wet for what I have done to you or wet for my cock?”
“Both,” I croak out. My voice has turned husky since crying so hard.
Greg lowers his head so his nose brushes my pussy and inhales while looking directly into my eyes. His lips curve up and he runs his tongue through my centre as my legs quiver with need. I arch up as his tongue reaches my clit where he circles for blissful seconds.
“Greg,” I moan. Pushing aside the thought that this is the first person’s name I’ve moaned since James.
Teasing me some more with his tongue, I can feel liquid heat pooling at my core. I want him, I need him. Pulling away, Greg lines the huge meaty head of his cock up to my entrance and thrusts inside to the hilt with one push. I gasp at his intrusion. Nothing gentle about him. His eyes dart between my battered breasts and my eyes, shining with pleasure and satisfaction.
After a few thrusts I can feel my own climax building as I watch Greg head towards his. “More,” I stammer, and he adjusts his angle and hits that sweet spot inside me, thrusting deeper and more vigorously. My nerve endings electrify and I come undone. Screaming out his name, my climax takes over me. Greg’s thrusts start to become urgent and more frequent and just before he’s about to come, he pulls out and moveshigher up above me, angling his cock at my chest so his long ropes of silky white come drizzle across my breasts.
Greg, breathing heavily, lowers to my side and runs a hand through his hair. “That was everything.”
I smile back at him, glowing from his words. “That was…incredible.” And I mean it. I enjoyed almost every minute of it and orgasmed twice. I was paid to orgasm. I’m almost delirious at the thought. Yes I knew I was selling my body tonight, but not once did I even consider I would enjoy it so much I would come too. I was literally paid to live out my own fantasy. What kind of parallel universe have I stumbled into? How can any job ever beat this one?
“Stay there.” Greg moves off the bed. He grabs his camera and snaps his final photos of my come soaked breasts before grabbing a cloth and wiping me down.
“If you’d like to get dressed, I know your ride is waiting for you.”
Has it been two hours already? I’m startled by how quickly the time has flown. How can this be work?
I shuffle to the side of the bed, reach for my clothes and start to dress, flinching as the strapless bra comes into contact with my sore breasts. I watch as Greg gets dressed too. Once we’re both clothed, he leads me down the stairs and back to the larder.
“Thank you for the perfect night, Roxy.”
I smile brightly at Greg. This feels weird. I’ve just had possibly the most exhilarating two hours of my life. I’m not ready to never see Greg again. But I can’t say that. I can’t say anything without sounding like a clinger. I am also not allowed to. So, I muster the first thing that comes to me.
“As first times as a playmate goes, I’ve had a really special one. Thank you.” I resist the urge to touch or kiss Greg goodbye. It doesn’t feel appropriate. He doesn’t move to do anything either, he seems a bit surprised that it was my first time but alsoreally relaxed like he just lived out his favourite fantasy. A job well done.
I open the back door and find Frank waiting for me in the blacked-out car. I say hi as I climb in. Once I’m seated, I put the blindfold back on and Frank pulls away. I put my head back against the seat and wonder how I’m going to return to real life in thirty short minutes. What just happened to me? I just cheated on my husband. Well, it’s not actually cheating if he knows about it right? And I enjoyed it. What I feel right now is such a high, I imagine it is what drug addicts feel. I want more. But how can I have more? What will James say? How is he going to react?
7
Ipull the blindfold off when Frank says I can, noting it’s exactly 9:30pm. I look up at my house. My kids will be fast asleep, but I can see the light on in my bedroom knowing James is waiting up for me. I climb out of the car and let myself into my home. I kick off my shoes, pour myself a glass of water and climb the stairs to a waiting James.
James is sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s in his usual grey track pants and no top with the lamp light casting low shadows across our bedroom floor. He looks up at me. His face is full of expectation and nerves, there is a heaviness from the worry in his eyes but also something else—lust? “I heard the car pull up. Are you ok?”
“Yes,” I nod, trying to tame down the excitement pulsing through me.
“You enjoyed yourself.” It’s a statement not a question. James’ eyes burn into me. I can see the outline of his hard cock as he looks up at me.
Without any more questions James simply says, “Strip for me.”
I pull down each strap of my dress, then shimmy it downmy body. I then unclip my bra from the back, like I’d done over two hours earlier for Greg. James sucks in a breath. But he doesn’t look horrified. He looks hungry.
“Come here,” he commands and I walk in between his waiting legs. He cups both hands around my tender breasts and then strokes them. They’re each covered in purplish hickies and two red angry lines. Leaning forward he licks up over my right nipple. Squeezing it, he then does the same with the left. Then he bites down hard, sending heat pulsing to my core.
“James,” I moan.
His name is all it takes for James to turn feral. He picks me up and throws me back onto the bed. He crawls over me and starts licking and sucking at the sensitive spot on my neck. I know he’s marking me. I know he’s claiming me as his.
