Page 56 of A Secret and a Lie
I inhale through my nose, relaxing my throat on the exhale, just as he forces his dick farther into my mouth. When he begins to fuck my face, my eyelids lower, and I moan around him as he uses his grip on my hair to control the tempo of his brutal thrusts.
He groans as I lick and suck, risking the move without his permission. “I knew you were a fucking cock slut.”
Thank God, I’m wearing black.The degradation is going to result in a necessary change of panties after this; they’re soaked through with arousal. Damn, it’sreallydoing it for me. My nipples stab at the cups they’re locked behind, and I fist my hands at my sides to keep myself from touching him, which is clearly not allowed.
I sputter, gag, and cough around him as he somehow slides down my throat a little more. No one on Earth could take this man—even sans a gag reflex—without practically choking to death on his cock. Fortunately for me, that’s how I want to die.
His hold on my hair tightens as he yanks the belt again.Interesting, he likes inflicting a little pain…
“Fuck, Gen, you give head like a pro,” he mutters, and I can’t help it, I snort around his dick, the vibration rattling my throat.
Our eyes lock and he smirks, but he doesn’t stop as he drives in and out of my mouth the way he likes—hard and rough. Saliva has escaped and trails down my chin, my eyes watering enough that my mascara has surely streaked my face. Typically, I opt for waterproof makeup on the days that I think things might getmessy. However, this wasn’t on today’s agenda, yet it’s rapidly become the best part of the day.
“Sluts swallow what they’re given. You’re a good slut for me, aren’t you?”
Halfway through my moan, he’s spilling himself down my throat. I struggle to swallow everything, but when I do, he slips free of my mouth, and orders. “Kiss it and thank me.”
What the fuck? How is he not part of the kink community already?At the very least, he should be a member of an exclusive sex club or two. I saw talent when he worked with Sloane, but this is…in a league of its own. He’s aMaster, in every way.
Pressing my wet lips to the head of his glistening cock, I leave a scarlet lip print behind. “Thank you, Sir.”
My pussy clenches, desire curling in my stomach as I fight the urge to shove my hand into my own slacks to relieve the tension. If he doesn’t get me off, I’ll be going straight home to do it myself.
The belt buckle jangles as he removes his still-hard cock and redresses, tucking his impressive erection away like an artist covering his work of art. He extends an open palm, and I place my fingers in the warmth of his hand as he hauls me to my feet.
He rubs at the back of his neck, guilt briefly swirling amid endless blue irises, before he schools his expression. Stepping even closer, he slides a hand into my hair, his thumb grazing my cheekbone. I lean into the touch, closing my eyes as if sensing his kiss even before he presses his mouth to mine.
The kiss is deep, raw, and consumed by primal need. I moan as his tongue sweeps inside, exploring my mouth as though he’s charting a map he must somehow memorize. He presses our bodies closer, and I grind against him, my nipples hard and my pussy leaking.
I want him, desperately need him inside me to erase the ache he’s created, but he’s suddenly tearing us apart. His mouth glistens, streaked with red lipstick, and his chest heaves in time with mine.
Reaching for a tissue from the box on the corner of his desk, he lifts his hand and cleans up my mouth as I stare into blue eyes that seem to pierce my soul.
I came here to confront him about bugging my phone, and if he says that he’s not responsible for that, I have to believe him.
When he’s finished, he swipes the stark white tissue over his own mouth before discarding it in the wastebasket. The afternoon sun streams in through the windows, highlighting his handsome, smooth jaw. His eyes remain locked on mine, and I don’t move. Not when he reaches out and captures a lock of hair between his index and middle finger, tucking it behind my ear. There’s something far away about his gaze, like part of him is a million miles from this office.
Eventually, his mouth curls softly. “I’m glad you came by.”
He brushes his lips against mine, staining his lips red all over again in a fashion that makes me grin before striding from his office.
I’m two blocks from his building and still smiling when my phone pings. Moving out of the pedestrian traffic, I check my phone to find a notification from my bank, informing me of the five-thousand-dollar deposit that’s been made from one Ford Crawford.
It’s a white-hot poker to the chest in the form of an email. I blink to clear my vision, hoping I’m somehow able to erase the hurt as well. I read the words four times before I truly comprehend them.
That’s all this was: a transaction. A half hour of my time that he’s paying me for. I audibly exhale the disappointment and resentment that’s building, forcing myself to calm down. This is clearly the way he sees ourrelationship.
I mentally slap myself for thinking this—Ford—could ever be anything more than a client. It doesn’t matter how I feel about him, and I should’ve known better. Simply because Iwantedto be his submissive, doesn’t make that a reality. I’m more mature, more rational than that.
Never mind that I got on my knees for him, allowed him to degrade me and use me for his own pleasure…and enjoyed the fuck out of myself. This was simply a business deal, and I typically enjoy those, or at least that’s what I’m reminding myself.
I chew on my bottom lip for a second before hittingaccept deposit.
Genevieve
Something’s wrong. I felt the buzz of restless turmoil thrumming through me the moment I woke, and I haven’t been able to shake it all morning. I’ve combed through my schedule, my email, my messages, everything that could possibly be the source of my unease. I’ve come up empty, having decided that it must be a residual effect of my interaction with Ford yesterday.
I still firmly believe he’s the one who bugged my phone, despite his claims otherwise. Marcus couldn’t figure out the source of the trace, but I got a new one, nonetheless.
