Page 13 of The Secret Club
His lips travel down to my breasts and I’m confused when he holds one hand over my mouth—until his teeth bite into the skin of my left breast. I scream in surprise and pain. James lifts his head and he’s not the James I’ve known for fifteen years. This is another James, an animalistic version. He moves to the other side of my body, holding me down with his hand over my mouth as he bites again and then claws at my thong until it rips straight off me.
He pushes two fingers into my centre and then he moans. I know I’m wet for him, he doesn’t need to say anything. He pushes another finger in and stretches my pussy as his thumb begins rough circles around my clit. “I own you, this cunt is mine. Who do you belong to Rosie?”
“You!” I exclaim as I can feel the sparks of an orgasm begin to build.
“And your cunt, who does that belong to? Say it.”
“My cunt belongs to you, James.”
“Did you enjoy letting me share you with someone else tonight?” James curves his fingers inside of me and I move my hips to match his rhythm.
“Yes I did,” I answer honestly. I feel coy about sharing the truth but at the same time I want him to know that I have no regrets. This answer seems to please him judging by the way his eyes darken.
“You enjoyed someone else’s cock did you? Who do you have to thank for that?”
“You,” I breathe. “Thank you James.” I’m panting and yearning for him to tip me over the edge and into oblivion.
“I’m going to fuck him out of you so that all you will remember is my cock.” And with that James pulls his fingers out from inside me, pulls down his track pants, flips me over onto my front and making me internally squeal at the pain emanating from my beaten breasts as he pulls up my hips so they’re level with his cock. Lining himself up, he pushes deep inside of me in one long, slick thrust. Then he fucks me like a man possessed. His fingers dig deep into the tissue around my hips as he holds me up and ruts into me.
“James!” I cry as he hits so deep, pleasure is building and although he seems lost to his own desires, he reaches around and starts circling my clit. It’s the exact thing I needed and a climax rips through my body as James keeps pounding into me, drawing out the pleasure for what feels like hours until I hear James roar and he stills his throbbing cock inside me, pouring his seed deep into my womb.
And then the spell is broken. James hugs my back tight. When he pulls away, he rolls me back under him so he can look into my eyes. I know that look, he’s checking to see if he hurt me.
I smile back at him and mutter, “Wow.” He gives me a sheepish grin and there is the James I know so well. But now I see another side to him and I’m totally ok with that one too.
“I’m sorry if I was a bit rough, Rose. I couldn’t control myself. Seeing what another guy did to you made me want to prove you belong to me.”
James might sound like an Alphahole right now, but it kind of turns me on. I love it when he speaks so possessively of me. I want to be claimed and owned. I want to be fucked by a feral hungry man. And if that just happens to be my husband—I’ve done something right.
I smile warmly back up at him. “I enjoyed every second of whatever just came over you James.” I know he’s looking for reassurance and I want to give that to him.
Looking shy again, James blushes at his actions. “Let me help you up and into a bath young lady. You look fucked.” Quite literally I’m sure.
The next day I wake to sore nipples, sore breasts and a sore pussy. I also have a selection of hickies on my neck and heat pulses to my clit just thinking of how hot last night was with my husband. I cover them as best I can with makeup. I text Sophie to see if she’s on shift today. Sadly she replies that she’s not but phones me soon after knowing I’m in the car driving to The Clarendon.
“Sooooo. How was it? Are you ok?”
“Oh my goodness Sophie. It was incredible!” I squeal. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“It’s next level being a playmate isn’t it?” Sophie laughs out loud.
“I know I’m not in love but at the same time, I don’t know what I am feeling. The experience was mind-blowing, life changing!”
“I know right? Can you see why hardly anyone leaves who joins the Clarendon and becomes a playmate.”
“Yes I can! But now I feel sad that I may never see my stranger from last night again or experience anything like it again.”
“Ah yes, the come down is a real bitch. It sucks, especially when you did enjoy yourself.”
“How do I not feel like I’m grieving? I’m so confused. What do I do?”
“Oh that’s easy. You hop back online and apply for another job.”
“Really?”
“Yup. The best way to get over one cock is to get under another.”
“Sophie!”
