Page 118 of A Secret and a Lie
He’s pulling all my strings, my body responding as though I’m his perfect puppet. Ecstasy drums on the door of my mind, threatening to spill through me as he draws my climax nearer.
“I’m going to permit you to breathe,” he informs me, his fingers digging into the sides of my neck as he cuts off my air supply again. “And when I do, you know what you have to do to earn your orgasm.”
His crushing clasp around my neck loosens, and I suck in as much oxygen as possible, gulping down the sweet gift this god has given me.
“Please…please, may I come?”
Abruptly, he stops moving, his grip on my throat tightening again as his cock stills in my pussy, filling me, but not giving me what Ineed.I shriek in protest as he releases my throat, only to stroke my clit, but it’s not enough to make me come.“Try again. You can do better than that. Beg harder, doll.”
The climax isright there, just out of reach, and he’s the only one who can give it to me. “You’ve made a mess of your doll, Sir. I’m on the edge and Ineedto come.Please…may I?” My pussy flutters in warning as I plead with him. “Let me show you what a slut I am for you.”
He smirks, his face hovering above mine, his gaze heated withhunger. When he begins moving again, he works my clit in tandem, and I clamp down around him as he maintains his brutal pace.
His gaze flicks to where his cock hammers into me. “Look at you, all stuffed full. Can you feel me everywhere? There’s no getting rid of me. I’m in your veins the same way you’re in mine. If I cut you open, will you bleed for me the way I bleed for you?”
Yes,without question.
“Yours, only yours. Always yours.” Tears of joy, safety, and love track down my face as static fills my vision, my body tingling as I shatter. I ride the wave; my eyes roll like marbles into the back of my head, my toes curling, my limbs convulsing. Sparks become full-fledged fireworks as the pleasure engulfs me.
A second climax brews as Ford continues to fuck me through my first one, his hips slamming against my ass, his fingers still on my clit. “Come with me this time, doll.”
The fabric of my mind shreds, my brain emptying completely. Ford comes when I cry out, grunting as he shudders, throwing his head back as though he’s displaying the prominent lump in the middle of his throat. A roar leaps from his chest as he spills himself inside of me, his face etched with a gorgeous sort of torment.
As our respiratory rates return to normal, he leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips before gently releasing my wrists and cradling me into his arms.
I curl into him as he strokes the outside of my arm gingerly before reaching for my wrists. He inspects them to ensure he didn’t hurt me. When he’s satisfied that I’m okay, he places a kiss to the delicate pulse point at the base of each palm.
“You’re a good Dom,” I tell him. He hums in response, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek.
“I had a great teacher.”
I smile, tittering quietly.
After a few seconds, he adds, “I want to be everything you deserve.”
“You’re not, you’re better.” I lift my head so that we’re looking each other in the eye. “I love you.”
It hits me then just how happy I am, blissfully so. I’m nestled into the arms of the man I love, safe and protected. And he’s going to help me get the only other thing I want right now.
Ford
“Tell me I’m not the greatest friend the two of you have ever had.”
I roll my eyes, attempting to hide my smile behind amber liquid. “It’s hard to know how to answer that, considering I still have no idea what the hell you did or didn’t do.”
Drake’s smirk shifts into a grin. “Killed Mrs. Crawford’s would-be assassin.”
He holds out his phone, and I take it as Gen presses herself to my side to see the picture of a man with a bullet hole in his forehead.
“Andrei Terasov. According to the bank records I just hacked—” Drake stops, interrupting himself. “Technically, it was Nick in cyber, but whatever. Terasov received fifty thousand dollars this morning from a Swiss bank account.”
Gen sighs, rubbing at her temples. “I think I can guess who that Swiss bank account belongs to.”
“I told you, I’m a great friend.” Drake winks. He has a charm about him that’s completely disarming, putting people at ease, which I find to be true as Gen’s shoulders drop a fraction.
“York is going to be pissed when he finds out you killed his hitman,” my wife remarks, moving back to the bar to make a second martini. The ice in the shaker clinks against the metal as she stirs the cocktail. “So, what the fuck happened at the café?”
“I trustyou, but I don’t trust Percy York,” I explain when she joins us once more. “Drake and I decided to have eyes on your meeting. Well, I had my attention on you, and Drake watched your surroundings. I think that bullet was meant for you and the fact that Elliott Leplee is alive is a—”
