Page 112 of A Secret and a Lie
Her words fall off the edge of the cliff as she seems to process what I’m telling her. I simply shrug, my eyes never leaving hers. “I only ever wanted you, Gen.”
She’s on all fours by the time I climb back onto the bed and line myself up with her entrance, pre-cum already beading at the tip.
The truth is, I looked for her when my tour ended, but the number she’d given me was tied to a pre-paid plan, and since she ditched that phone and I didn’t even have a name to go on, the leads to her quickly shriveled up. I wasn’t planning to die celibate, but I wanted a connection with someone and that just never happened with any of the women I went out with. Not until we met for the second time at that bar.
I swipe the head of my dick through the arousal leaking from her pussy, torturing myself. We both provided proof of clean tests when I first booked a session with Allison, and I know she’s on birth control from that same batch of paperwork, so there’s nothing stopping me from having her exactly the way I want.
“Ford,” she murmurs, then a long moan of relief flies from her lungs, eyes rolling into the back of her head as I slide into her for the first time.
The feeling of being inside her is almost indescribable, as though I’m finally whole. “Fuck, Gen,” I grit out.
I pull out and slam back into her as her hazel eyes catch mine in the mirror. “I’m yours, only yours.Yourfilthy little doll, Ford.”
I swallow, my throat working. It’s like she knew what I needed, like she knew what to say to untether the last of my sanity.
She looks so fucking sexy like this: my hook in her ass, my rope running down her spine, my collar on her neck, her legs spread for me, and my cock driving her insane. Gripping her by the neck, my fingers pressing into the leather, I lower her chest to the bed. “Put your hands on the bar. Hold on tight.”
She does as I command, threading her arms beneath her, then I begin to fuck my wife;reallyfuck my wife.
My pace is punishing, brutal, extreme, but I don’t stop. Not as her vernacular becomes a string of curses and groans, or even as her legs shake and she comes undone with a deafening scream.
“Exquisite,” I growl in awe.
Cock throbbing and ready for release, my fingers find her clit, and I caress it as I continue, plunging her into yet another ripple of ecstasy. “Come with me this time, my lovely little slut.”
Her knuckles turn white where she clutches the bar, her head thrashing on the mattress as she whimpers. As her cunt clenches around my length, her body tensing, I know she’s teetering on the cusp with me. When I pinch her clit, we both tumble.
“Fuck, Gen.”I come with a bellow that rings in my ears and reverberates through my me as light explodes behind my eyelids. It’s as though Genevieve has infiltrated every part of my body and mind, and there was no way to estimate just how incredible that would feel.
Genevieve hums softly, curling into me tighter, the soft strands of her hair tickling my face. I’ve already removed the spreader bar and the hook from her ass, but I left the collar on for now because I like seeing it around her neck.
“So do you know what you’re going to do with the information Henry gave you?”
I’ve lost track of how long we’ve laid here together, just existing in the moment of bliss. While I would’ve loved to take Genevievein my own bed for the first time, I like that it was here, in her playroom. This is where I spent hours desperate to dominate her, where she helped me discover a part of myself.
Plus, it helps that this room is equipped with everything I could ever want to use with her at my disposal. I suppose I should invest in some toys at this point.
“There’s only one person I know with the right security clearance who could help me. I’m going to set up a meeting. Do you think you could get your hands on York’s financial records?”
“No, but Drake could. I’ll ask him.” I suspect I know who she’s talking about meeting with, but I don’t want to ruin this moment by giving her my opinion on the matter.
We fall quiet again, and after another few minutes, I inquire, “How do you feel?”
I was asking about the welts on her ass, but she brushes her lips over the column of my neck and states instead, “I feel happy.”
With two fingers beneath her chin, I tilt her head to look up at me. She’s smiling, the expression glowing with reverence and honesty.
“Me too, doll.” The pad of my thumb glides over the seam of her lips. It’s true; this is the happiest I’ve been in two decades.
Eventually, I climb from the bed and retrieve the balm before telling Gen, “Roll over.”
She does as I instruct, presenting me with the bright red stripes decorating the toned, round globes of her ass. Carefully, I drag my fingertips over the raised marks. “You look beautiful sporting my lashes.”
Adoration shines in her gaze as she glances over her shoulder at me, her lips upturned. “Thank you for sharing them with me.”
I chuckle. If you’d told me two years ago, I was going to enjoy caning a woman, I’d have thought you were out of your goddamn mind. Turns out, I just needed to meetGenevieveto feel differently. I’d do anything in the world that brought her pleasure.
Dipping my fingers into the ointment, I swipe it over the welts, and she sighs contentedly. I work quietly for a few minutes before speaking again. “You asked me if I thought we would’ve worked ifwe’d met that night in Logan Circle.” She rolls onto her side to face me as I put the cream away, my pulse quickening. “I don’t think it matters if we would’ve worked back then… I want us to work now.”
