Our Dirty Secret (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

Anyway, Christian was calling because he wanted to propose to my sister. He’d been actively avoiding her in order to make preparations. He wanted to get Liam and I involved, as he knows we are the people that meant the most to her.

  Liam discussed the details with him and he was genuinely happy to be helping. That made me happy because I always suspected that he had a thing for Sarabelle growing up but seeing his reaction told me that she was a friend and nothing more.

  We made plans to go to his house and help him surprise her as he proposed. I was happy for my sister but couldn’t help but feel a little jealous as well.

  Liam 12

  I could tell that Lexi didn’t want to go back home. The whole situation with her being attacked had left her scared and shaken. I didn’t blame her for not wanting to go back. To be honest, I didn’t want her to go either.

  It wasn’t just because that little creep was still out there. I also liked having her around. She had already been at my house for three days and in that time, we’d gotten to know each other better than we had since the time we’d known each other. We were growing closer by the day, which was exactly what I wanted.

  There was one downside to her being at my house non-stop and that was the fact that I wasn’t able to come and go as I pleased, which at that particular time was crucial. I’d have to leave several times a day and since she was still a little freaked out about being left alone, she’d want to come with me.

  Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to be possible, at least not yet. I was forced to lie to her and tell her I had to do various things for work. It wasn’t a complete lie. I did have to get some work done here and there but that wasn’t the point. I was going to my office daily but it wasn’t to work.

  The main purpose of my little day trips was because I had revenge on my mind. Ever since I saw Kade attacking Lexi in the New York City parking lot, I’ve thought about nothing but fucking him up. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to beat him to within an inch of his life.

  I wanted to teach him that what he was doing was not okay. My need for revenge only intensified when Lexi told me that he drugged her and raped her. I was seeing red and I wasn’t sure a beating was going to be enough. I was worried that, if I were to see him, I’d kill him on the spot.

  It had been quite a while since Kade and I had hung out on a personal level. I realized that I didn’t even know who the guy was anymore. Had he always been that way? If he had, it would have been in secret because there was no way I would ever associate myself with someone like that. I had no idea where he hung out or who he hung out with.

  I wasn’t going to be able to walk up to his house to confront him. The fucker seemed like the type to try to blindside you if he saw you coming. Instead, I did what any rational person would do. I stalked him on social media.

  The persona he plays on Facebook blew my mind. It was a Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde situation. I knew the kind of person Kade Nichols was, yet there he was on his account, talking to people as if nothing happened.

  The most fucked up part about any of it was the fact that he was hitting on some high school girl about two hours after he tried to abduct Lexi. What kind of psychopath does that?

  I wanted to make a huge post on his page to alert all his friend as to what type of person they were dealing with. I typed it all out and was about to hit send when I stopped myself. Why do it? What was the point?

  Everyone he conversed with seemed to think he was this great guy. Regardless of what the truth was, I doubted any of them were going to believe me. I realized I needed to come up with another plan so I deleted the message and continued my research.

  Surfing from site to site, an article on the Forbes website caught my eye. What in the hell would this little rich boy whose daddy handed him everything he needed on a silver platter have an article written about him on such a reputable website? Curiosity got the better of me so I clicked the link and waited for the stupid countdown at the top to finish so I could click yet another link to actually read what I wanted.

  It turned out, the business that Kade’s daddy created was built on a web of deceit and lies. Brulish Enterprises might as well have been named bullshit. Apparently, his father had been convicted of securities fraud after a sting operation by the feds.

  He had any bank account with his name attached to it frozen, including Kade’s. Apparently Kade lost nearly every dime he had and had been desperate for cash for quite some time. The article was almost a year old so I kept searching to see what else I would be able to find.

  Apparently Kade gathered some of his father’s former business partners and they were putting together a spin-off company Brulish. It would not have the same name and would differentiate itself as much as possible. Looking at the people involved, Kade stood to make a lot of money, especially since he would be a high-profile board member. Right then, I knew the best way to get back at him.

  He thought he had it all figured out. He thought he could treat people any way he wanted and still come out looking like roses. This time, he was going to find out he was wrong.

  This group of people screwed enough people and had gotten off completely while his dad took the fall and was rotting in prison. Kade was about to start the process all over again and I wasn’t going to let that happen.

  It was time that Kade was held accountable for his actions. It was time that I got retribution for Lexi and any of the other girls that he’s hurt in the past. It was time to take him down. As much as I wanted to destroy him on a physical level, it was going to be so much better to do it on a professional level. If things went according to plan, I would destroy him and what little reputation that name Nichols had left.

  My plan was going to take quite a bit of planning so in the meantime, I decided to give Lexi some much-needed attention. Over the few days she’d been at my house, we were really beginning to bond. For the first time, a real relationship with her didn’t seem unrealistic. I was crazy about her. There was no doubt in my mind that I was falling in love with her.

  I just hoped she was doing the same. That girl has never been easy to read and she sure wasn’t telling me what she was feeling. I knew there was something there. For once in her life, she had made the decision to take things slow and, in my opinion, that was a good thing for me. I didn’t mind waiting either. She was more than worth it.

  Lexi 13

  I’d only been at Liam’s house for a little over a week and it was already one of the longest relationships I’d ever been involved in. Neither one of us had said or done anything to officially put us in a relationship but it sure felt like that’s where we were heading, if we weren’t there already.

  Did people still do that? Did people still ask the other person to go out with them like we used to do back in grade school? It had been so long that I had no clue how any of it was supposed to work anymore.

  The exact status of our relationship was an unknown to me but there was one thing that I knew for sure. I couldn’t stop thinking about that night at the bondage club. As a woman who had usually been the aggressor in the bedroom, it was a pretty big change of pace to allow someone to have control over me.

  I know I only experienced a small part of what his lifestyle was and I wanted that to change. I wanted to take the next step in our relationship. That evening, I wanted to surrender myself to him completely.

  My biggest problem was that I didn’t have a clue how to tell him what I wanted. It would have been an awkward conversation. I knew he had to get up early the next morning for a meeting at his office so I waited until he went to bed before getting up and leaving a note for him on the kitchen table. Right before he walked out to the door, he would read my letter:

  Liam,

  I know that there’s some confusion about where we are in whatever is going on between us. I’m sure we both have questions that we would love answered but are too afraid to ask the other. I’m hoping this note will help to eliminate that confusion for us. I have feelings for you. Strong ones. I can’t
stop thinking about what happened between us at the club. I want you. I want you badly. I want to surrender myself to you and I want you to dominate me in any way you see fit. I want to know what you’re really into. I want to see the darkest of your dark side. Take me tonight. I’ll be waiting.

  I could imagine the look on his face when he read the note. Would his eyes widen or would he become excited and get an erection in the middle of the kitchen? It disappointed me that I wouldn’t get to see his reaction but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it didn’t matter. I would get to see his answer, which was much more important.

  That afternoon, I was staring at the clock, realizing it would still be a few hours until he’d return. The waiting was the hardest part but apparently he was thinking about it as well. My cell phone rang and it was Liam. It surprised me because he had never called me from the office before. I answered enthusiastically but was met with a very serious interaction.

  “I’m going to call you right back and I need to you to let the call go to your voice mail,” he whispered.

  “What? Is everything okay?” I questioned.

  “Don’t ask questions. Just do as I say. I’ll be calling back in sixty seconds.”

  He didn’t say goodbye or anything else. He just hung up the phone, leaving me confused. The next minute was the longest minute I’d ever experienced. Was I wrong about what he wanted? Was he only letting me hang around because I was scared to go home? Was he no longer interested in me? What did he have to tell me that required my voice mail?

  Finally, my cell phone started to ring. I almost answered it out of instinct but I stopped myself and let it go to voice mail. I was eager to find out what the message said. I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I waited. After what seemed like forever, my alert sounded letting me know that I had a message waiting for me.

  “I want you to listen very carefully to what I’m saying to you. I need you to do everything I tell you exactly as I demand. Any deviation from what I tell you to do will be met with strict punishment and discipline. I’m sending a courier to the house within the next two hours. In the box will be some items that I want you to put on along with some soaps in scents that I like. Take a bath and make sure you smell nice. I’ll be there around 5:30. I expect you to be wearing what I’m sending you when I get there.”

  He sounded like a different person in the message. His voice was so demanding and matter of fact and I loved it. I could feel myself getting wet as I listened. It was so hot that I kept calling my voice mail over and over so I could listen to it again and again.

  The doorbell rang about two hours later, just like he said it would. I grabbed the box from the courier and ran into Liam’s bedroom, eager to see what was inside. I ripped it open like a girl opening presents at a birthday party. Inside was some very delicious smelling body wash, a black leather corset that appeared to be way too small for anyone, and a collar with a leash attached to it.

  I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 4:30. He told me that I needed to be ready when I got there so I ran into the bathroom to run myself a bath. The bath felt good and made me realize how tense I’d become. Since I had a feeling I was in for a pretty amazing night, I grabbed my razor, making sure I was completely smooth for him. After washing and rinsing myself twice, just to make sure everything was perfect for him, I got out of the tub. It was already 5:15 so I knew I had to hurry.

  The corset, leash, and collar were still on the bed when I decided to quickly put on a little makeup for him. My sense of time typically sucks and that day was no exception. What I thought had been five minutes putting on my makeup had apparently been fifteen or more because I heard his bedroom door open slowly. I had run out of time and I hadn’t even put on what he wanted me to wear.

  “Lexi,” he yelled in a tone much more aggressive than I’d ever heard come out of his mouth. “Did you misunderstand my message? Why are you not ready like I demanded?”

  “I’m sorry, Liam. I ran out of time,” I said, running out of the bathroom to greet him.

  He shook his head and disappointment before he slowly began to take off his belt, looking me in the eyes the entire time.

  “Get over here and lay across my lap,” he commanded me in a stern voice.

  I was startled by the way he was talking to me. I didn’t realize that he was taking this so seriously. I know I said that I wanted to see how dark his dark side was but I didn’t think he’d actually show me. I was excited and a little scared at the same time but I was glad he was going to let me experience his world.

  Slowly walking over to him, I laid across his lap with my ass sticking straight up in the air. He raised his belt into the air, bringing it down across my butt with a force that I didn’t expect and had no way to prepare myself for. I let out a yelp as the leather bit into my skin.

  “I told you in the message I left you that you need to obey my orders,” he said as he lifted me up off his knee.

  I looked over in the mirror and could see a welt already beginning to develop across my backside. He caught me by surprise when he put his arms around me in a loving embrace, followed by a kiss. The kiss was deep and passionate and I kissed him back.

  He grabbed the corset of the bed, turned me around and put it in front of me so he could put it on for me. I’m a small girl but I had to suck in air because it was so tight and constricting. Still, he managed to get it fastened.

  “It’s supposed to be tight,” he said, sensing that I was about to say something about it. “Now turn around and kneel on the floor in front of me.”

  I obeyed his command and watched as he grabbed the collar, put it around my neck and placed a small padlock on it.

  “This lock signifies that you are owned by me.”

  After that, he grabbed the leash, attached it to the collar and began walking me around the room, holding onto the leash as tight as he possibly could.

  “I need you to listen to my every word. I need you to obey my every command. Until I say otherwise, my desires are your desires. Follow these rules or get whipped.”

  My pussy might as well have been dripping. The fact that he was talking to me like that made me hot. I was loving the idea of what was happening. From out of nowhere, Liam took his cock out of his pants and shoved it into my mouth, the whole time grabbing the leash and somehow holding it even tighter.

  I knew right then that he was in complete control of anything and everything that was going to be taking place that night and, if I messed up anything at all, there were going to be very stiff penalties.

  After a few minutes, he took his cock out of my mouth and stroked it with one hand, using the other to hold my mouth open.

  “Do you know what you are? You are nothing but a fucking cum slut,” he said as he shot his hot load into my mouth. It seemed like he was going to cum forever but he eventually stopped and put his dick back into his pants.

  “Go clean that shit off your face and then get your ass back in here,” he ordered. When I came back, there was a large suitcase sitting on the edge of the bed.

  As I walked back into the room, he grabbed the leash and yanked it hard, pulling me back to the bed. The corset was so tight and he was yanking me around with such force that the collar was choking me. I loved it.

  “Don’t you dare move,” he said as hooked the leash over the right post at the head of the bed.

  As he opened the suitcase, I could see that he had all kinds of toys inside. He pulled out a thick white rope, a whip, a ball gag and a blindfold. He tied the rope to the bedposts in a way that he would be able to tie me to the bed but would also be able to turn me into any position he wanted.

  I looked down at the corset and collar I was wearing and realized it was a good look for me. For so long, I thought I had to be in control at all times. This was showing me that I was wrong.

  Liam reached down between my legs and felt my pussy, which was dripping by that point. If he was wondering if I was turned on by what he was doing, that wo
uld give him his answer. I moaned as his fingers traced my clit and begged him to fuck me. Instead, he shoved the ball gag into my mouth before blindfolding me.

  I could no longer see or talk but my sense of hearing seemed to be heightened. I could hear him going through the suitcase and I wondered what he’d be pulling out next. The next thing I heard was a buzzing sound as he turned on some sort of vibrating sex toy. I lifted my ass up off the bed, silently urging him to use it on me. I wanted to be fucked in some way.

  After making me wait for what seemed like an eternity, he pushed the toy into my pussy. It was a fairly small vibrator. Even though I am very tight, it wasn’t enough to fill me up. I could feel the toy but it wasn’t doing anything to help me at that time. In fact, it was only making things worse.

  I was getting incredibly frustrated. Although he placed the vibrator in my pussy, it wasn’t deep enough to hit my g-spot and he wasn’t using it on my clit. Of course, I would learn later that it was all part of his plan.

  He reached down and touched my swollen clit with his finger, making me squirm like crazy. I could hear him laugh, pleased at what he was able to do to me.

  Just like that, the feeling of his touch on my clit was gone and the sound of the television filled the air. He settled onto the bed next to me and started to watch the news. He wasn’t saying anything to me. He wasn’t touching me. He was just lying there, holding the vibrator inside of me. The more time that elapsed, the more frustrated I became.

  After a half-hour, he hit a button on his remote, turning off the television while slowly pulling the vibrator out of my hole. My body spasmed multiple times as he removed it. These were not orgasms as I still had not gotten off. These spasms were the result of the vibrator causing me to become sensitive to touch.

  Liam removed the blindfold from my eyes and took the ball gag out of my mouth. I wanted him so bad. I pleaded with him. I was on the verge of begging him. I wanted him to fuck me right then. I didn’t want to wait any longer. Again, he said nothing. He just stood up and climbed on top of me as I wrapped my legs tightly around him.