Page 17 of Dirty Little Secret

A shiver races down my spine and I glance out the window.

Is he watching me?

Me: Where are you?

Andrew: Just trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, baby girl.

Excitement ignites in my stomach as I walk outside. Taking a deep breath, I cross the street, silently praising myself for choosing ballet flats over heels. Autumn leaves crush under my feet with every step, sending ripples of fear and excitement surging through me. Sara would kill me if she knew I was doing this, but I don’t care.

By the time I reach the entrance to the park, I’m shitting myself. I glance around to familiarize myself with my surroundings, because everything feels different at night. Trails lead off in different directions. There are so many different paths and so many different places for me to be attacked.

Andrew wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, would he?

I hurry down the main stretch, then take a logical path in the direction of my house. It’s darker than I’m expecting, so I use the flashlight on my phone to give me a little bit of light. I hear a noise and my instincts kick in, the desire to run overwhelming me, but before I can react, a hand covers my mouth. Every muscle in my body tenses as warmth presses against my back. I try to struggle free but he’s stronger than me.

“Stop struggling, I'm not going to hurt you.”

I know that voice.

It comes as a whisper, hoarse and rough against my neck. I jerk instinctively, a rush of fear racing down my spine when his hold doesn't loosen even a little.

"Shh, none of that. Just stay calm and do exactly as I say."

He marches me off the path and further into the darkness, his hand clamped tightly over my mouth, forcing me to breathe through my nose. His grip is strong, and makes my jaw ache, my teeth grinding together. His other hand tightens on my wrist, pulling my arm with just enough force to warn me against struggling. I shiver, inhaling his thick, spicy scent.

“Yellow daisy,” he whispers.

“What?” I ask, my voice muffled against his hand.

“That’s your safe word. Say it and I’ll stop. Understand?”

I nod, liquid terror burning inside me. I have no idea what is coming or how far he will take this. We weave in and out of the bushes, down a path and sharp turns, then round and round until I’m completely out of touch with my surroundings.

Without warning, he kicks my feet out from under me and I fall to the ground. His strong hand wraps around my waist as he lifts me onto my knees, his other hand pressing down hard on the back of my neck. I whimper as he shoves my dress up, leaving me on display, the cool breeze arousing me as it blows against me. I've never felt so exposed or helpless, pinned beneath him.

I hear a rough, eager noise behind me, his hand tightening on the back of my neck to keep me down as he kicks my knees apart. I wince as they scrape against the rough surface of the ground. They'll be red, scraped raw by the end of this. The thought shouldn't turn me on like it does, but God, it does.

“Don’t move.”

That's the only warning I get before thick fingers are pulling harshly at the seat of my underwear, tugging them to one side and exposing me fully. I whine in protest, remembering the safe word he told me to say if I really want to stop. No matter what he does to me, I have no intention of speaking those words.

He laughs, hands heavy as he shoves my dress up more and grabs my wrist again, yanking it behind my back to keep steady. The other one releases my neck, allowing me to breathe – only to lose it in a gasp when he slaps me, right between my legs. It stings and brings tears to my eyes. Arousal and fear mix low in my stomach, tingling like the cold air on my exposed skin.

"Look how wet you are. You want this, don't you?" he purrs, his fingers slipping between my folds. I clench my eyes tightly shut. I am wet, damn it. Shame makes my face burn and my fingers twist, trying to claw my way free. It's no use, his grip is strong and only tightens when I struggle. "What a dirty little girl. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want."

"No," I whimper, shaking my head, trembling all over. "Please, no – I don't want this. Please, I'll give you whatever you want, just let me go."

The words are shaky and weak, just like I am. It is terrifying, knowing how easily he caught me and pinned me down, how compliant I've become so quickly. I cry out as he shoves two fingers inside me, thick and sudden. He huffs, yanking me up by my arm and grabbing my chin, forcing me against his chest. His fingers withdraw but only so that he can wrap his arm around me and shove them back in from the front. His touch is so rough, like he doesn't give a damn if I enjoy this or not.

Which is exactly the point.

God, this shouldn't get me so hot.

His lips brush my neck, his teeth scraping my jaw.

"Be a good girl," he purrs, "and stay quiet."

I whine weakly, and squeal when he slaps me again, right over my clit this time. My knees jerk against the ground and burn from friction. I can feel his erection, rutting up against me, and for a moment the only image that comes to mind is him taking it out and fucking me just like this, crushed in his arms and pinching, slapping, touching wherever he wants.

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