Page 46 of His Little Secret in Discretion
His brow arched at my tone, and then I heard the low rasp of his belt unbuckling. My heart slammed against my ribs as he freed his cock, thick and heavy, dragging the tip against my swollen clit as he pushed my lace aside.
“Is that a hint of attitude I detect, Sunshine?” he asked darkly.
“And what if it is?” I whispered, biting my lip only to choke on a moan as he drove into me, stretching me wide.
“Then I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” he groaned, hoisting my legs higher against his chest before thrusting mercilessly into my core. “Can’t spoil you too much if you’ve got an attitude, can I?”
My arms wound around his neck, my head falling back as pleasure ripped through me. Every brutal stroke turned my body to putty, and all I could do was cling to him, moaning helplessly as Blaine Porter ruined me on his kitchen counter.
“Blaine—” I tried to whisper in his ear, but a strangled moan cut me short as his hips slammed into mine, deep and eager. My nails dug into his back through his shirt, clawing for at his skinas I pulled him closer. He only pressed a kiss to the top of my head, like he had me exactly where he wanted me.
My mind betrayed me with a comparison I didn’t want to make—Felix. Dry. Boring. Selfish. Never once making me feel like this. But Blaine? Blaine was otherworldly. Consuming. Relentless. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he wasn’t even chasing his own release… too focused on wrecking me, on dragging every orgasm out of my trembling body. Something Felix had never been capable of.
I forced the thought away, letting myself go limp under the overwhelming flood of pleasure as my second orgasm crashed into me. My body convulsed, clenching tight around him as he drove harder.
“Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl,” he murmured, voice rough and intoxicating.
The praise ripped me apart. My nails raked deeper, tearing fabric, leaving marks on his skin, but he didn’t care. He welcomed it. Hell, he probably thrived on it. His jaw was tight, his lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration as he fought for control.
And then, oh God, I made the mistake of looking down. Of actually watching his cock slide in and out of me. The sight startled me, a rush of heat and shame tangling in my chest, because it made me feel so small, so helpless… like my body wasn’t even mine anymore, just his to use, fuck, and ruin however he wanted.
The way my hips angled up to meet every brutal thrust, the way his cock spread me like I was his to own.
The sight of him like that, losing himself, undone bymewas indescribable. It made me wetter, needier, desperate to see him crumble to the same ruin he’d pulled from me again and again.
Leaning up to his ear, a reckless thought crossed my mind. I’d never say the words in a serious situation, never naturally,but with him? With the way our dynamic kept growing, shifting, twisting into something equal parts unholy and addictive? It felt right. At least this once.
The little devil on my shoulder won. I whispered, feigning innocence though every nerve in my body screamed the opposite:
“Give it to me, Daddy.”
The words were barely out before his eyes snapped wide. Horror. Lust. Intrigue. The faintest hint of disgust. All tangled in one look. There was a beat of silence.
A split-second where I swore even the air froze.
Then he snapped.
He yanked out of me so suddenly I gasped, only to choke when he spun me around and bent me over the counter. His cock drove back into me in one brutal thrust that had my eyes rolling back instantly.
A fist tangled in my hair, yanking my head up until my back arched in a deliciously painful way. He stared down at me, disbelief flickering in his gaze even as his cock buried deeper.
“You are fucking crazy, Sunshine,” he growled, shaking his head.
A drunken smile tugged at my lips as another cry ripped free. He kissed me roughly before releasing my hair, both hands clamping onto my hips. His thrusts turned feral—sloppier, rougher, deeper—like he meant to fuck the words right back out of me. Each thrust ruining me even more, fucking me into the counter like I was his to break.
“Blaine—Blaine,” I panted, my legs shaking.
“Ah, ah, ah, Sunshine.” His voice cut sharp over my moans. “You asked me to give it to you. Now you’re going to fucking take it.”
That broke me. My body convulsed over the counter, guttural sounds spilling out of me as he fucked me through anotherclimax. He slammed into me, again and again, my body jerking forward with each thrust. The counter dug into my hips, my cheek flat to the cold surface as I screamed his name.
Whimpers, sobs, desperate cries… I didn’t even recognize my own voice. I didn’t even know what I felt anymore. My mind was scrambled, legs useless, voice stolen. He hadn’t just fucked me, he’d taken something. Some part of me I wasn’t sure I’d get back.
And the worst part? I wanted him to do it again.
I could feel his smirk against my skin, like he was savoring every ruined sound. He didn’t stop until I was trembling and wrecked, until I thought my cervix might tap out.
Finally, when my orgasm turned into shudders, he pulled out with a low groan. His fist wrapped around his cock, stroking once, twice, before heat spilled across my lower back and ass in hot, sticky ropes.
