Three Secrets (2 page)

Her stomach tightened. Did he think she did
it professionally?

“I wouldn’t say a lot of men. Just the ones
I’ve had a sexual relationship with.”

She realized that didn’t really answer the
question, but he didn’t press it further.

“I’m curious if you’ve dominated more than
one man at a time,” he said.

Her lips compressed. “That’s like me asking
if you’ve had a threesome with two women.”

“That’s true. I guess I’m just curious how
adventurous you are with sex.”

She raised an eyebrow. “How about we focus
on the fact I’m a Domme, so I can address your concerns?”

He nodded. “Okay, why don’t you just explain
to me what you do?”

“That’s a pretty broad question, but I’ll do
my best.” Now was the time to put her skills to work. “But first,
there’s a bottle of water in the fridge, and a clean glass and a
bucket of ice on the counter. I’d like some ice water. Would you
mind?”

“Sure.” He stood up and fetched the water,
then set the tinkling glass on the table in front of her.

She took a sip and set it down again.

“So as a Domme, I take control of the
situation. This can be only in the bedroom, or beyond that if
that’s what my partner wants.”

“You never did that with us,” he said.

“No. I didn’t want to scare you away. Our
romance started fast and because of circumstances, I knew we
wouldn’t be together long. With previous lovers, I had the luxury
of time to build a relationship and introduce the domination
slowly.” She gazed into his blue eyes, willing him to understand.
“You were so special and I wanted it to work between us so badly… I
tried to ignore my usual tendency to take control. I did it, but it
was a struggle, and I realized I was denying who I really am, and a
relationship cannot continue if it requires that.”

He nodded. “I understand.”

She picked up the water, the ice cubes
clinking against the side of the glass, and took another sip. “I
don’t know about you, but I find it hot in here.” In fact, she’d
turned up the heat so it was a little warm. “Would you turn down
the thermostat?”

As he walked to the control box on the wall,
she unfastened the sash on her shirt and released the two buttons
holding it closed, then dropped the garment from her shoulders and
laid it over the arm of the chair. Underneath she wore a snug,
black leather top with a zipper down the front and a zipper
slashing across each breast.

When he sat back down, his gaze dropped to
the silver zipper over her left breast. She fanned herself with her
hand and drew the front zipper down a little, revealing cleavage.
His gaze followed her movement, his eyes glittering. She dragged
her fingertips along her skin as she drew her hand away.

“That’s an interesting top. Are you planning
to pull out the whips and chains and dominate me right now?”

She smiled. “I think you’d like me to chain
you up so you’re helpless, then take advantage of you,” she said in
a seductive voice. Actually, she had no idea and said it just to
see his reaction. His expression remained closed, but she could see
his cock getting hard beneath the denim.

So, he was interested.

“But to answer your question, I’m not
planning anything so brute force. I do think it’s a good idea to
give you a taste of what I do, though.”

He leaned back, crossing his arms over his
chest. “All right. Go ahead.”

She smiled. “I’ve already started.”

He tipped his head. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve already performed two tasks for me.
And I’ve found out that you are open to the idea of being chained
up. At least, that’s what the bulge in your pants tells me.”

He compressed his lips. “Okay, so you’re
going to give me a demonstration?”

“Will you be open to it?”

He nodded. “Sure. So what do you want me to
do?”

“First, you ask no more questions. You just
do as you’re told.” She’d added an authoritative edge to her voice,
but not too much. She wanted to ease him into this. “Do you
understand?”

“Yes.”

“When you address me, call me Ma’am or
Mistress.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She smiled. “Very good. Now first I want to
make it clear that we will not be having sex tonight. I am just
going to give you a taste of what it’s like to be dominated by
me.”

She sipped her water, then leaned back in
her chair, crossed her legs, which she knew gave him a great view
of her thighs, and stared at him speculatively.

“That cock looks uncomfortable bound up in
all that fabric. Unzip and take it out.”

Keeping a disinterested expression, she
watched with hunger as he dragged down the zipper and reached under
the denim. Her insides heated as he pulled his big, hard cock into
view.

It was hard as rock and the veins along the
sides pulsed in his hand.

“Move your hand away and don’t touch it
again until I give you permission. I want to look at it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He moved his hand away and she drank in the
site of the big, bulbous tip, then slid her gaze downward to the
base. It twitched under her scrutiny, growing even harder.

“I like it. It’s big and hard.” She
uncrossed her legs, spreading her knees as much as her tight
leather skirt would allow. This gave him a view up her skirt to the
crotch of the tiny red lace panties underneath.

“Are you looking up my skirt?” she said with
an edge to her voice, but bit back the word slave. It would be too
much right now.

His gaze flicked from her crotch to her
face.

“Ordinarily, I would punish you for that,
but since this is new to you, I’ll let you off with a warning. You
only look at my body if I give you permission. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I think you deserve a reward.” She
grasped the tag of the zipper on the front of her skirt at the hem,
and drew it upward, revealing her naked thighs. As the leather
parted, she widened her legs, knowing he’d be able to see her
skimpy, red panties. She stopped a few inches below the waist. She
stroked her inner thigh. “Do you like what you see?”He nodded, his
eyes locked on the crotch of her panties.

“Good. I admit the sight of that big cock of
yours, so hard from wanting me, is turning me on.” She slid her
fingertip over the panties, feeling the wetness soaking the fabric.
God, she wanted so badly to feel that big cock of his inside her
again. But she had to be firm with herself and leave him wanting
more.

She ran her hands up her torso, over the
leather of her top, then cupped both her breasts. She undid one of
the zippers, then parted the leather, revealing her naked
breast.

His hand moved to his cock and wrapped
around it.

“I said don’t touch your cock.”

Her commanding voice startled him and he
released his shaft. He grasped the armrests on the chair, his
fingers curling around them.

She stroked her nipple, which tightened
immediately. “Come over here.”

He stood up and approached her, his gaze
locked on her fingers as she caressed the hard bud. Tingles danced
through her and she longed for his touch.

“Kneel down in front of me.” She waited
while he complied. The feel of him so close… the heat of his big
masculine body… sent her hormones dancing.

She dropped her hands to her sides. “Now
touch me.”

His big hand moved toward her and he touched
her hard nipple. Pleasure burst through her and she stifled a gasp.
He stroked over the tip, then pinched it between his
fingertips.

“The other one, too.” Try as she did to keep
a flat tone, there was a roughness to her voice.

He touched her other nipple, then pinched
it, too. First one, then the other. Then both at the same time.
Heat washed through her.

“If you want to take one in your mouth, you
may.”

Immediately, he leaned forward and she
couldn’t stop her moan at the feel of his hot mouth surrounding
her. Then he began to suck.

Oh, God, much more of this and she’d be
begging him to fuck her.

“Stop.”

He took another suck, then slowly released
her from his mouth. If he’d been a more experienced sub, and she
hadn’t been trying to woo him, she’d have punished him for
that.

“Stand up.”

Once he stood up, his erection was right in
front of her face. It was big, hard as steel, and in need of
release. Her insides tightened and she longed to demand he thrust
it inside her and satisfy her intense craving for him. She wanted
to feel his hard body against her as he drove deep into her, then
thrust again and again until she wept in pleasure.

Damn, she should just say the session was
over and send him away right now, leaving him wanting more, but if
she didn’t do something about that swollen cock immediately, her
will power would surely slip. And she couldn’t quite bring herself
to leave him like this.

“You’ve been very good, so I’m going to
reward you.”

She wrapped her hand around his cock and
stroked, then she brought it to her lips and licked him. Salty
precum tingled across her tongue. She opened wide and drew him
inside.

To her delight, he groaned. She glided down
on him, taking his long shaft as deep as she could. Then she slid
back. She dove down again and slid back, then off the tip.

“I give you permission to come,” she said,
then took him deep again.

His hand cupped her head, his fingers
coiling in her hair.

“Yes, Mistress.” The words, uttered with
such need, thrilled her.

She bobbed up and down, squeezing him in her
mouth. She stroked his balls, feeling them harden, and as she moved
faster, she felt him stiffen. Then he groaned and hot liquid
erupted from his cock, filling her mouth and driving her need
higher. She kept sucking him, until he had no more to give.

Slowly, she slid away, releasing his cock
reluctantly, trying to ignore the intense ache inside her.

She gazed up at him, his face flushed, his
breathing heavy, and smiled.

“So do you have a better idea of what I
do?”

He nodded and zipped up his pants, looking a
little dazed.

“I think I’d better go.” To her surprise, he
grabbed his jacket and headed to the door. “Good night.”

The door closed after him and she just
stared at it in shock.

* * *

Abel closed the door behind him, then strode
down the hall to the elevator in a daze. Damn, that was the most
intense sexual experience he’d ever had. She was so fucking
hot!

She’d said they wouldn’t have sex tonight,
but if he’d stayed, he wouldn’t have been able to help himself. The
memory of her swollen nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling over
the hard bud, had him growing hard again. If he’d stayed another
moment, his intense desire to see her lovely face glowing in orgasm
would have driven him to try and seduce her into letting him enter
her hot, sweet pussy. In order to respect her wishes, he’d needed
to get out of there fast.

He hadn’t succeeded in finding out if she’d
be open to a foursome with his brothers. Of course, he hadn’t. His
focus had been totally blown.

Fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking of her hot
lips around him, gliding up and down his cock. Damn, he was already
hard as a rock again. He wanted to fly back to her room and beg her
to let him fuck her.

But he wanted to play the game a little
longer. Keep her wondering.

And he still had to figure out how to reveal
his secret without scaring her away.

* * *

The next morning, when Nicole returned to
her room after breakfast, there was a message waiting for her. She
smiled. Maybe it was from Abel.

She picked up the receiver and dialed the
number to retrieve her messages.

“Hello, Nicole. I think we should meet one
more time. Please come to 25 Losagos Drive at 7 p.m. tonight.
You’ve told me your secret and I must admit I have a secret of my
own I’d like to share with you before you go.”

Her chest clenched. He wanted to see her
one more time
. That sounded like he wanted to say
good-bye.

He also said he had a secret, too. That
peaked her curiosity, but not enough to draw her attention from the
fact she didn’t want to lose him. She would meet him this evening
and do everything she could to convince him they should be
together, even if it meant suppressing her need to take control.
She cursed herself. Why had she taken the chance on losing him by
admitting it in the first place? She could have kept her secret
hidden.

She sighed. But, no. It was better that he
knew. Maybe he would be willing to give a relationship with her a
try if she promised to do her best to block her natural tendency to
dominate.

* * *

What was Abel’s secret? The question had
been swirling around Nicole’s mind all afternoon.

She left the hotel and flagged down a
cab.

About twenty minutes later, the cab pulled
up in front of a lovely inn on the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t
what Nicole had expected. If he was going to break up with her, she
would have thought he’d just pick a restaurant in the city to keep
it simple.

She went inside and glanced around. She
didn’t see him, so she walked to reception.

“I’m supposed to meet someone here. My
name’s Nicole Justin. Is there a message?”

The young woman tapped at her computer
screen, then smiled. “Yes, Ms. Justin. Mr. Carter is in room 512
and asked that we give you a key.” The woman handed her a key card,
then directed her to the elevators.

He’d gotten a room? Her lips turned up in a
smile as she got on the elevator and pushed the button for the
fifth floor. The doors whooshed closed. Leaving him wanting more
had definitely worked. Her heart thumped loudly in anticipation.
She wanted to be with him again. To feel his hands skimming over
her body, then explore her intimate places.