Page 111 of A Secret and a Lie
“Break, Gen. You’re bearing everyone else’s weight, but who’s carrying yours? We’re going to do this until you let go, until you realize this is a safe place, thatI’ma safe place.”
The temptation to give him what he asks for is greater than any I’ve faced before. A good Dom knows what’s best for his sub; he’s more than proven that he can handle that responsibility. If I give him what he wants, it’ll be the ultimate submission.
With four more strikes of the bamboo, the hook heightening the sensations, tears begin to spill down my cheeks, dripping onto my chest. When he starts in on my inner thighs, I shriek, fat teardrops falling harder.
“You look stunning when you cry, with black streaks running down your pretty face. My beautiful, broken doll.”
His blows have ceased, but my tears haven’t, and in a matter of seconds, I’m sobbing, struggling for breath as I relinquish my fears, my anxiety, my past. Ford hastily cuts through the rope binding my wrists, not bothering to release me from the spreader bar or the delicious, torturous hook before he pulls us both onto the bed, clutching me to him tightly.
“Share some of this burden with me, if just for now,” he murmurs, his voice like smoke gently curling through the air. I’m helpless to deny him.
A comforting cloud of black pepper and tobacco settles around me as he strokes my hair, soothing me, sporadically placing kisses to the top of my head while I cry, breaking further with each passing second. I’m in a million pieces by the time the tears finally subside, but he doesn’t let go.
Ford
“You broke me,” Genevieve rasps, her tears having dried. “Now put me back together.”
Her submission is better than anything I’ve imagined. The way she shattered, entrusting me with her broken pieces was a priceless gift that I’ll never take for granted.
My lips curl as I grasp her chin with my fingers, pulling her mouth to mine, and capturing her lips. Our tongues dance as I deepen the kiss, winding my other hand into her hair. My world dwindles until she’s the only thing that exists. Her taste, something uniquely Genevieve, slides across my tongue, and I crave—require—more. I need to be inside her, filling her in the same way she’s pervaded my mind and soul.
“You’re such a fucking mess; two of my fingers just slide right into your slippery cunt without any effort.”
She’s utterly drenched, her greedy pussy spilling her arousal. She’s the most incredible thing I’ve laid eyes on. She moans in response, arching her back and bucking her hips as she seeks more of my touch.
Smoothly, I drag her body over mine, scooting down until she’s positioned over my mouth. The spreader bar is cold against my clavicle where it rests. She stares down at me, hovering, so I reach behind her, tugging on the rope that connects her collar to her ass. “Sit.”
She does, lowering her core to my mouth and squirming as I spread her open for me, taking in the beautiful sight of her glistening cunt. My eyelids slam shut, and I groan when I skim over her pussy. She tastes like she belongs to me, like she’s mine to own, to care for,mine to love.I lap at her like a man who’s lived his entire life in a drought and has just discovered water.
Her words come out breathily, but she manages to protest, “I don’t want your fingers or your mouth. I want your cock, Sir.”
She arches her back, and I chuckle against her, my tongue flicking her clit. “I’ll give you what you want, but you’re going to come on my tongue first.”
Clawing at my clothing, she mewls when I glide three fingers into her pussy as I stroke her clit with my tongue. As incredible as I thought she’d taste, the reality is infinitely better than anything I’d conjured up as I laid on my bunk in the middle of Helmand Province. Moving my hand, I drive two fingers into her, crooking them.
My mouth and hand work in tandem, hitting all the right spots, feeling the ball of the hook in her ass knock gently against my fingers occasionally. Too soon, she’s splintering like a star that’s bursting in the cosmos, her legs convulsing as she chants my name.
“Ford, I need you inside me. I can’t wait anymore,please.”
“You can’t?” I ask against her pussy, tonguing the wad of nerves settled within the apex of her thighs. “Because I would’ve thought you’d beg harder for the things you wanted.”
While I can’t see her smile, I can feel it.Yeah, doll, I read through that list you left me.“You’re right. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I’m always right.” I curl my fingers inside her again.
“Please, fuck me, make me yours. I need to feel you inside me. Need you filling me up and stretching me. I’ve been dreaming about it foryears.”
I want to keep devouring her until she’s been forced to come like this a dozen times, but if I’m honest, I don’t want to go one more second without her pussy sheathing mycock.
Carefully crawling out from beneath her, I stand and discard my shirt, my pants and underwear pooling around my ankles as I quickly shed them, too.
“Oh, doll, you’ve been mine for fourteen years. There’s been no one else.”
“What do you mean?” She asks, twisting her head to meet my gaze.
“I haven’t had sex in fifteen years, not since we started messaging online.”
Her eyes widen. “Are you fucking serious? That’s—”
