Page 65 of A Secret and a Lie
Sure enough, there’s another reddothovering over the envelope.
@dc_d0ll: Who said anything about marriage? I was thinking we could jump straight to the baby making. Wednesday?
Holy fucking shit,that’s two days from now.Nerves bubble in my stomach, and I smile, a chuckle escaping me as I read her message. I see how people could get scammed this way. I can’t help but imagine fucking her amid a smattering of pillows and sheets, driving into her until my name becomes a prayer on her lips.
I like this girl. Ireallylike this girl.
Genevieve
“Good, good girl,” Grady praises, dragging the flat end of the crop up my spine, tapping me softly, yet correctively between my shoulder blades. “Straighten up.”
Immediately, I obey.
Grady has been working with me three days a week for the last two weeks, and he’s quickly become my favorite client. I look forward to each of our sessions, holding my breath until I can see him again.
He spends two hours teaching me to be the perfect submissive. Sometimes it ends in pain, sometimes in pleasure, but it always concludes with aftercare. I’ve come to look forward to that almost as much as the rush I get from pleasing him.
Afterward, I go home and message with the man who reminds me more of a boyfriend than any of the relationships I’ve had.
Things are good. Even Leo has mostly left me alone. I’m scared I might jinx things with the turn my life seems to have taken, but I’m in a better place than I’ve been in for the last couple of years.
“I want to edge you tonight. I typically use edging as a form of punishment, but I want to be clear that this is not a consequence tonight. I simply want to test you. Do you understand that?”
Keeping my eyes on the floor in front of me, I dip my chin reverently. “Yes, Master.”
I’ve learned that he prefers being calledMaster,even if he claims that my using his name is acceptable.
“Stand up. Clasp your hands at the small of your back.”
Getting to my feet as gracefully as possible, I do as he asked, spreading my legs wide the way he likes. Blood rushes to my lower limbs after being on my knees for so long.
With my eyes downcast, I don’t see him approach until he’s standing in front of me, wrapping black silk around my eyes, blindfolding me. While it’s not the first time he’s done that, it hasn’t lost its thrill.
As much as I enjoy submitting to Grady, giving him the power to control my pleasure, I continue to clutch a thread of control. I’m scared to give myself to him completely, even if I’m beginning to think he’s earned it.
“You will count the number of orgasms I ruin for you, alright?”
“Yes, Master.” He only asks me to repeat the number half the time, but I keep count every time anyway.
Something cool, not cold, presses against my clit a moment before it vibrates. Gritting my teeth, I bite back my groan, refusing to allow it to escape. He hasn’t given me permission to make noise.
“You may make noise for me tonight, but no words.”
A breathy moan tumbles from my lips as warmth floods my body, my blood heating as arousal coils in my stomach. My orgasm speeds toward me, like a train headed in my direction, blaring its horn.
Just as I’m about to get hit, the vibrator is yanked away, and my breaths morph into pants as my head slumps. I whimper at the loss, but just as I’m recovering, he lands a blow straight to my clit with the flat side of the leather crop.
I scream, my overly sensitive clit thrumming in blissful agony. The blindfold dampens with my tears as he presses the vibrator to my pussy once more, my legs already beginning to shake.
Once again, the moment before my orgasm slams into me, the vibrator is removed, followed by a stinging kiss of the crop to my aching, engorged clit. My entire body ignites with fire, sweat coatingmy skin and my muscles quivering with the effort to keep myself standing.
I want to beg him to stop, but he hasn’t given me permission to speak, and the craving to please him outweighs my desire to plead with him to let me come.
“Your clit looks angry with me, but you’re not, are you? You love this,” he remarks coolly, as if he’s entirely unaffected. “You’re taking this very well.”
His praise floods me with the determination to make him proud, and when he places the vibrator to my clit again, I drop the last shred of my control, the one that holds me back from wholly submitting to this man, and I give him my entire trust.
When the vibrator disappears again, he repeats his assault with the crop. This process goes on for longer than I think I can stand. Just when I think my legs will give out and I’ll collapse from the force of the orgasm the vibrator is about to pull from me, he yanks it away. Tears stream down my face, the blindfold as soaking wet as my cunt. Arousal drips from my core, and I’m sure Grady’s floor is as messy as my thighs.
