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The Secrets He Kept

He tied my hands to the bed posts, one at a time. I gave him a sexy smile as he double-checked the knots, making sure my hands were secured into place. Then he reached down and pinched both of my nipples simultaneously. I cried out in satisfaction.

“Ashley?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I purred back. I felt his manhood instantly harden against my stomach. He was really into this role playing thing. The first time he’d called me Ashley, he’d caught me off guard. I’d never done anything like that before with my other lovers. But now, it excited me beyond measure. He reached down and hooked two fingers inside my thongs, his knuckles slightly brushing against my pulsating womanhood. Then he ripped them off with one quick motion. I shoved my hips up toward him in response.

“Say you love me, Ashley,” he moaned into my ear as he entered me roughly.

“I love you,” I screamed out, pushing against him harder.

“Say you’ll never leave me again.”

Again? The word rung in my ears. Had he just said again? For the first time, it dawned on me that Ashley might be more than just a fictional character in me and Darius’ kinky role play episodes. I felt a pain invade my chest at the thought. I wanted to question him about it, but I knew that it would ruin the moment. Besides, what if I was wrong? I’d already ruin one relationship with my trust issues. I pushed the thought aside and focused on the pleasure.

“Keep fucking me just like that baby,” I said moving my hips forward so that I could take every inch of him. Suddenly, I felt his body go stiff. I opened my eyes to see obscure eyes staring back at me.

“Darius?” I could feel the fear creeping up my spine. I began to pull against the silk scarfs to no avail; they held my hands captive against the bed posts. Oh my god, I thought as he continued to stare down at me with empty eyes. “Darius what’s wrong?” I heard myself say again, my voice trembling.

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he wrapped his hands around my neck and began to squeeze.

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The Ultimate Betrayal

My eyes were glued to the computer screen as I watched their every move. Maybe there had been some kind of mix up. Maybe the private investigator had fucked around and surveilled the wrong person. After all, I could only see the back of the man’s head. He was leaning in close, as if he was whispering in her ear. His hand placed between her thighs. The camera zoomed in closer as his hand began to move. Then the focus switched to her face. Her eyes were closed; and although there was no audio, it was clear that she was moaning.

How many times had he evoked those same facial expressions out of me? How many times had he played in my pussy in that very booth? I felt the tears burn my eyes. I swatted them away, and refocused in on the video. I wanted to see his face. I needed to see his face. It was the only thing that would make my heart accept the truth. He stood up from the booth. Our booth, and then grabbed her hand. I knew where they were headed. He’d taken me there before. If I closed my eyes, I could still see the writing on the wall of the stall he’d fucked me in our very first time. And then so many times afterwards.

When they made it to restroom door of Club Liaison, he finally turned around and looked right into the camera. My heart stopped beating as Joe zoomed in on his face. Joe continued to follow him and his unnamed whore until they disappeared behind the door of our stall.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled as I smashed the laptop down onto the kitchen island snapping it in half. I felt the blood rush to my head right before little stars began to dance in front of my eyes. I reached out and grabbed the counter, holding onto it for support. Then I began to inhale deep breaths just like my doctor had recommended. After several moments, the stars began to dissipate.

“Amanda? Amanda are you okay?” I heard Joe’s voice drift through the speaker of my iPhone. He’d been completely silent for the last ten minutes as I’d watched live footage of my husband-to-be deal me the ultimate betrayal. I reached down and picked the phone up off the counter.

“No. I’m not okay. But I will be,” I said before disconnecting the line.

I’d given him two fucking years of my life. Two fucking years! I snatched open the refrigerator door and grabbed an unopened wine bottle. I popped the cork, and turned it up in one fluid movement. After several long gulps, I began to scroll down my contact list. I needed to vent.

Then it hit me. I’d alienated my entire fucking family trying to be his wonder-woman. No one would give a damn that he was out cheating on me just days before we were set to exchange wedding vows. In fact, everyone else probably already suspected…or knew. I mean the signs had been there. But I’d been so in love, that I’d ignored every last one of them until two weeks ago. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. I’d given him complete control, and in the end he’d pissed on me without the courtesy of calling it rain.

I’d almost made it to the bottom of my contact list, before I came to the name that stopped me dead in my tracks. The answer was right there in front of me.

Vincent.

His best man.

His best friend.

I hit the call button, and waited.

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What He Won’t Do: Part 1

And just like that it was over! I rolled over on my side and glared at the back of his head. I didn’t even get close to an orgasm. How could a man so fine be so goddamn lame when it came to his sex game? Better yet, how could a man with nothing short of nine inches completely miss my g-spot? Now that shit defied science!

Nick and I had been dating for eight months. But we’d only waited three weeks before we’d had sex on top of his brand new Bentley. That night, he’d eaten my pussy under the stars before we’d made passionate love right there in his driveway. I recalled being a little tipsy, but now I was convinced that I must have been outright drunk. I’d have had to be drunk to mistake his boring ass stroke for mad passionate love. And I didn’t even want to think about his pussy eating skills. I mean, that first night must have been a fluke. I remember squirting in his mouth if I didn’t remember anything else. But that had been my first and last time experiencing anything close to satisfaction in the oral sex realm.

I did my best to train him. I even made him watch pornos, and read self-help books. But none of that had transferred into the bedroom. What was worse is that he refused to try anything kinky. Maybe if he’d fuck me in my ass or indulge in a little role play or at least use the whip and nipple clamps I’d picked up from Naughty Mates…just maybe our sex life would have improved a little. If nothing else, he could have at least made sure I got mine first.

Was I asking for too much? I thought it over for about a second and then settled on a definite HELL NO. I moved closer and reached my hand around his waist. I palmed his dick and began stroking it slowly. I’d made up my mind. Tonight, he was going to fuck me right or else.

“Jazz haven’t you had enough?” he said before rolling over to lay on his stomach. This effectively blocked me from being able to play with his dick. I almost yelled out in frustration.

“Nick, we need to talk,” I said nudging his shoulder blade.

“About what?” he murmured into his pillow.

Was he really going to lay there and act like he didn’t know?! I tried to think of a nice way to put it. But what more could I say that hadn’t already been said? I’d done everything in my power to get him to see the light. This time the gloves where coming off…

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Stripping For My Doctor: Game On

The next day, I walked into the clinic’s waiting room determined to execute my plan. After checking in with the receptionist, I took a seat. Then I checked to make sure the knot was secured on my pea coat. I didn’t want it accidently falling open in a room full of strangers.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, a young woman sporting a pixie cut walked from behind a set of double doors. “Ms. Jackson? Lisa Jackson?” she called out scanning the room before looking back down at her clipboard. I stood and followed her. With each stride, I could feel the bud between my thighs tightening until the friction was almost unbearable. By the time we made it to Dr. Rice’s office, the seat of my panties was completely soaked. She tapped on the door, turned the knob, and then disappeared back down the hallway.

I walked in, closed the door behind me, and then locked it. At the sound of the click, Brian looked up from his paperwork. His hazel eyes landed on me. What the hell was it about this man that made me feel like an insecure little girl every time he looked at me? Yesterday he’d dominated me. Today would be different. I pushed my nerves as far away from me as I could, and stepped away from the door. Game on!

“I wasn’t expecting you until Friday Lisa. Is something wrong?” he asked. His demeanor was cool, but his eyes betrayed him. They were dark with lust. Oh yes, he knew exactly why I’d come. I didn’t answer him. Instead, I loosened the knot on my coat allowing it to fall in a pool around my feet.

“Lisa, I don’t think this is a good idea. Yesterday, I overstepped my boundaries. But you are my patient. This can’t go on.” He walked from behind the desk and picked up my coat. “You should leave,” he said as he stretched it out towards me.

I felt as if he’d just slapped me. Yesterday, he’d refused to let me leave his bedroom, but today he was putting me out of his office? The rejection caused the back of eyes to burn. I would not cry. I lifted my chin in defiance and removed my bra. He inhaled sharply, but didn’t move toward me.

His eyes darkened to something lethal. “You’re playing with fire Lisa.”

I ignored his warning and pulled my panties down. This time he took a step forward, causing me to take a step back. “Stop,” he ordered his eyes blazing. I did as I was told. He closed the distance between us, and cup both my breasts in his hands. He used his thumbs, rubbing them across my nipples until they harden and begged for more. I could feel my body start to tremble under his touch. “Do you like this?” he asked watching me. Studying me. I couldn’t find the strength to answer him. The feeling was so erotic that I was on the verge of an orgasm and he wasn’t even touching my pussy yet.

“Answer me!”

“Yes. I like it.” I said sucking in air.

“Damn,” he said. Then his mouth was on mine. The kiss was hard and punishing. He seemed angry. But why? I pushed the question out of my mind. It didn’t matter. He wanted me. I saw it in his eyes, and I could feel more evidence of it against my stomach. His dick was rock hard.

After several moments he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. When we made it to his desk, he sat me down on it. Then he pushed two fingers inside me as he rubbed his thumb against my clitoris. Pain and pleasure mixed, and I felt myself contract around him in a body numbing orgasm. Before I could recover, he was on his knees.

His lips were on my clitoris and then he was sucking my pussy softly. Electric currents shot through my entire body causing it to jerk involuntarily. I tried to run away from the sweet torture, but Brian wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me back to the edge of the desk locking me in place. The pleasure escalated until I found myself pushing forward against his tongue. I could feel the second orgasm coming. The sensation was so powerful, so utterly mind-blowing that I tried to push his head away for fear that I might lose my sanity. He grabbed both my hands and held me in place until my body convulsed around him. This time I heard a loud squeal escape my throat. And then his lips crashed down on mine muffling the sound.

“Take a deep breath, and don’t clench up,” he commanded as he prepared to enter me.

“Wait, I want to taste you,” I pleaded.

“Lisa, I need to be inside you. Now!” He moaned the words into my ear as he rested his head on my shoulder. I thought over his plea. I’d never wanted to taste anyone’s dick as bad as I wanted to taste his at that moment. I pushed him backwards and fell to my knees…taking him inside my mouth before he could object again.

I twirled my tongue around the head several times, and then I began to deep-throat his dick. Each time the head hit the back of my throat, I swallowed hard. A little trick I’d learned from the internet. This allowed me to take him in even further. I heard him moan loudly and wondered if anyone in the building knew what was going on behind the doors of his office. For some reason the thought turned me on even more, and I found myself sucking him harder. I added my hand and began to stroke him as I continued my tongue play. I wanted to make him come. And I wanted him to do it in my mouth. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, I’d never let anyone do that before. But then again none of those other guys had been Dr. Brian Rice.

“Stop it Lisa, you’re going to make me nut damnit!” I heard him moan the words out, and I double my efforts to do just that. But then he pulled me up, leaned me against the desk and pushed inside me with one swift motion filling me completely. He stilled long enough to allow me a few gulps of air before beginning a slow agonizing rhythm inside me. His strokes became faster and faster until his thrusts were rocking my entire body. I matched him, wrapping my arms around his neck for support as I grinded against his dick. He continued to smash into my g-spot causing me to orgasm again.

Brian didn’t stop even though I pleaded with him to. His dick continued to stroke my soul, reaching into a part of me that I didn’t even know existed. I felt as though he was casting a spell on me, and I was helpless to stop it. “What are you doing to me?” I heard myself cry out over and over again as I pressed my face against his neck. Then I felt his body go still right before his dick began to softly jump inside me.

He laid his head on my shoulder while inhaling deep breaths. After a few moments, he began to kiss me. Slowly and softly. I found myself become aroused again and began to slowly rock back and forth against him until I felt him growing inside of me. He let out a low groan in my ear. “No Mrs. Jackson, I think the better question is what are you doing to me?”

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Stripping For My Doctor

“Your robe, take it off,” he said. He placed his hands on either side of him and leaned back on the bed. The movement caused the muscles in his arms and shoulders to ripple. I licked my lips. Damn. His intense stare was making my nerves peak, but I silenced them and did as I was told. I tugged at the knot I’d tied, and the robe fell open. I let it slide to the floor, revealing the lingerie top and panty set. His eyes roamed the length of my body appreciatively. I was thankful that I’d packed the outfit.

“Now your top.”

I looked over at the wine bottle. I really needed a drink to help calm my nerves. Why hadn’t he offered me one before he made me strip down in front of him?

“Later,” he said following my gaze and then looking back at me. “The top. Take it off.”

Was it just me or did Dr. Rice appear to be enjoying my nervousness. My eyes landed on his tattoo, and suddenly in the dim light he looked dangerous. Almost like a predator, and I was his prey. What had I gotten myself into?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” I eyed the door, ready to make my escape. When I looked back at Brian, his eyes had darken to something lethal. I quickly picked my robe up and tied it back around my waist. I was way out of my league here. I made my move, half walking, half jogging to the door. By the time I grabbed the knob and pulled, he placed his hand against the door. Hard. How did he make it over so fast? It slammed back shut. Fuck. He’d effectively trapped me between it and himself.

He used his free hand to move my hair behind my ear, and then leaned in close. “What’s the rush?” he whispered as he softly caressed my lobe with his tongue. I almost fainted. I tried to turn around to face him, but he held me in place.

“I told you in the car there’d be no backing out. But let’s make another deal. If you’re wet, you stay. If you’re not, I’ll let you leave. Okay?” He asked in a low seductive tone. I placed my head against the cool door unable to think straight let alone speak. I’m fucked.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He reached his hand around and slipped one finger underneath my panties grazing the bud there. The assault caused me to orgasm almost instantly. My body convulsed, and I bit my lip to muzzle the moan. My legs betrayed me, they buckled without warning. Luckily Brian broke my fall.

“Oh my. Very wet,” he said removing his hand from between my legs. “It looks like you’re staying.” He spun me around. Now I was standing in front of him and he was leaning against the door. Blocking the exit.

“Strip.” He commanded.

And I obeyed.

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