Page 9 of Dark Secret

Emily

“Well, hello there, Dylan,” I whispered when he pulled away from my lips and then pulled me up in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed me against the wall. I felt his excitement as a pressure against my center and wanted to grind myself into him even more.

I slid up the wall a little higher as Dylan gave me a smirking grin, my arms still wound around his neck.

“Hello there, Stephanie,” he whispered as his lips brushed against mine. “You’ve been a very bad girl; you know that, don’t you?”

A shiver of excitement slid down my spine and made my skin prickle with anticipation. That was all he’d needed to say for me to know I was going to be punished for my willfulness. It was a playful moment, however, not one that made me afraid.

His broad hands held me up, cupped beneath my bottom, as he held me there. “I’m going to make you regret every moment we spent apart.”

His cologne filled my nose as his head moved, and his lips started a dance along the length of my neck. When he bit down on one area, I went a little weak.

“I’m sorry, Dylan.” It was a pant more than an apology, but I’d said it, at least.

“I know you are. So am I, because now I have to make sure you understand the error of your ways.”

As if that was a threat, I thought, but didn’t say out loud.

I’d been wet from the moment he pushed me against the wall. Now, with his tongue against my neck to soothe the place he’d bitten, the tension in my abdomen grew, and the need to feel his skin against mine became almost unbearable.

I turned my face away from his and gasped for air for the reasoning abilities it would take to form words.

“Let me down, Dylan.” I didn’t think about what he’d said, I just felt, and my body demanded things more than my brain could think.

“No, ma’am.” Instead, he carried me through his doorway and into this kitchen. He placed me down on the long, dark table and slowly removed my clothes. I didn’t have on much, so it didn’t take long before I was naked against the cool top of the table, my feet on the edge. He’d arranged me that way, no words, just actions.

Now, he moved my feet apart. I felt his stare as if it was a touch. His eyes wandered down from my face, down to breasts. My nipples went impossibly tighter, and then the skin over my abdomen. His gaze went lower, to the pink slit between my thighs.

“Mm. Good.” He didn’t elaborate; he just looked. “Turn around, Stephanie. Let me see the other side of you.”

This time his fingers trailed along my shoulders, down my spine, into the crevice of my ass. I gasped when he pulled my hips out and pulled up until I moved with his touch. I realized then he was positioning me. I braced myself against the table, ready for him, more than ready. This entire time I’d wondered if he’d deny me his cock. He did that sometimes, when he felt I’d been bad and needed a reminder of who was in charge.

Sometimes, he’d let me have it with my mouth, but that was it. He wouldn’t fuck me, and that was torture. We’d been apart too long, though, and he’d needed me, needed what only I could give him. My hard nipples pressed into the cold plane of the table barely warmed my body, and the contrasting temperatures made them burn. If only he’d suck them, make the burn an ache.

I didn’t care if it meant I had to wait for him to fuck me; I needed relief for my nipples. He didn’t do that. Instead, he moved behind me and then I was being pushed into the table, my face pressed down, as he thrust into me hard and fast, until he filled me entirely with his cock.

“Oh yes, Dylan, that’s it,” I gasped, unable to control myself, my nipples forgotten. “Fuck me, baby.”

“Shut up, Stephanie,” he ground out as he started a punishing pace. His fingers dug into my hips to keep me in place, but I still moved in time with each of his thrusts.

“Fuck you, Dylan.” A little bit of anger brought the brat out in me, and I disobeyed. I knew it would get me something extra out of him.

He pushed deeper, his fingers went tighter, until I felt the bite of his nails on my skin. His grip didn’t let up, and the burn of little crescent moon-shaped indentations on my skin made me hiss happily. There it was, that little bit more.

The sensation of his cock moving inside of me stole my breath away suddenly, and I wanted to laugh with happiness. Spread over his table, my ass in the air, I could not have been happier. I was so close to the edge of satisfaction that I knew I’d explode any moment, but I’d held back; I’d wanted to wait. He’d taught me that little trick. Wait for it, don’t rush into it.

I tightened my walls around him and got the response I’d wanted. He grunted a sensual guttural sound that made me go tight involuntarily. I gasped out my own surprised pleasure and let my face settle on the cool surface. It soothed the overheated skin on my cheeks and brought me back to the world for just a moment.

I’d wanted to shock him, to let him know I still had some of my control. I slid my hand down to the place where we were joined and grasped him between my fingers.

His reaction was immediate and shocked me. Instead of fucking me even harder, he pulled out, his hand on my ass as he stepped away from me. Then his hand came down against my ass. Hard.

“That is not what good girls do, Stephanie.” He did it again, in the same spot, and I knew my skin must have been red. The area burned, it itched, but the other untouched side of my ass was jealous. I squirmed against the table, my fingers splayed as I sought for something to grip.

“Sit still, madam,” he instructed, but I couldn’t. I’d needed too much; I’d needed everything.

His hand came down on the other side at last, and my head tilted back just slightly with gratification. It burned so good. Hard enough to make my skin red, but not to bruise me. Again, the hand came down, then to the other side.