Page 27 of Keeping Her Secrets

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he yelled as he held her head and pumped her throat.

This was the best blowjob of his life, but if she didn’t stop, he was going to blow, and he didn’t want that, not this time. He wanted to come inside her sweet pussy. He pulled out of her mouth and heard her groan. He raised an eyebrow at her defiance, and she glanced away. Part of him loved her submissive side but he realized he loved her sassy side even more.

Ash lay on the bed beside her and rolled a condom he’d snagged from his pocket down his length. “Ride me, Mari.”

With a smile, she swung her leg over him and sat so that his cock was at her entrance. Ash grasped her hips and eased her down, the sweet feel of her tight pussy making him close his eyes to control the sensations flooding him.

“You feel like perfection.” He lifted his eyelids and watched her tip her head back in pleasure as she began to move, riding him slowly at first, quickly building her rhythm. Cupping her behind her neck he brought her mouth to his and kissed her hard and deep, his tongue tasting her, the moans from her throat moving into him as they chased the ecstasy they knew waited for them.

Wanting her to move faster, he gripped her hips and fucked up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke, his pelvis hitting her clit until he felt her begin to shatter around him.

Her mouth ripped from his as she screamed. “Ash, oh, God, Ash.”

“Eyes on me, Mari.”

He saw the dark depths and knew at that moment she was his. His to protect, his to love, his forever, and he saw the same reflecting in her face. His climax hit, and he moaned as he spilled his seed into the condom, hating the barrier between them.

Mari fell onto his chest with a satisfied sigh. “Wow.”

His slight chuckle was all he could muster for a second. He held her tightly to his torso, not wanting this moment to end as she snuggled into him. “Let me deal with the condom,” he said and slipped out from beneath her body.

He quickly used the bathroom and washed his hands. When he padded back out, he found her sitting up with the sheet covering her. It irked him, and he prowled over and pulled it away, knowing she was retreating from him. “No.”

“Hey.” She bristled.

“You are not going to share something like that with me and then hide behind your wall.” He slid into bed and pulled her stiff body into his.

Slowly, she relaxed until she was lying with her head resting above his heart.

“How did you become a submissive?”

Mari was silent for a while, and then she began to speak. “About five years, ago I was in London, and I followed a mark into a club. I was trying to find the location of a shipment of arms coming in from Mexico. It was a BDSM club, and it piqued my interest. When the job was over, I went back. I initially thought I was a Domme, but I’m naturally submissive, and I found release in letting someone else handle my pleasure.”

“Is it something you need?”

She sat up and rested her hand on his chest as she surveyed him. “Don’t you like it?”

“No, I loved it. It was fucking hot, and I’d like to try more. I just realized I like the strong, sassy side of you too.”

Mari smiled and relaxed back onto him. “No, I don’t need it. I like it when I’m stressed, but I like sex all sorts of ways. I don’t define myself as anything.”

They lay in silence as he ran his hands over her arm in a soft, gentle caress. He had to ask her something, but he didn’t want to blow the mood. Something told him this shouldn’t wait, though. “Can I ask you something?”

He felt her stiffen and then visibly relax. “I guess.”

“Does Leonie Craven know she’s your daughter?”