Smutty Little Secrets

by Vivienne Hunt

  The deeper we went into the store, the more “unique” the items got. I was surrounded by fluorescent-colored vibrators, edible lotions, and other things I had never seen before nor was quite sure what they did. I shuddered when we passed a wall lined with leather whips with a “sales” sign on floggers. I didn’t want to think about what Cassandra would do to me with one of those in her possession.

  “The dressing rooms are right over there, Nikki. Pick one in the back, and start trying on these outfits. I’ll join you in a second.” Cassandra had caught the eye of a salesclerk, a buxom woman with the largest chest I had ever laid eyes on that was cinched up in a red-and-black corset.

  I wondered how she could even breathe.

  “Nikki, I said go.”

  At the sound of Cassandra’s stern voice, I immediately obeyed. “Yes, Mistress.” I rushed off and did as I was told.

  The dressing rooms were actually decent-sized rooms big enough for a three-paneled mirror, a small table, and a leather pincushion bench. I chose one all the way in the back and was doubly thankful that there seemed to be nobody else around. Though, I guess that was to be expected for a Monday afternoon.

  Carefully I hung up all the items, slipped out of my sundress, and undid my sandals. Alone and naked under the fluorescent lights, I was able to take a good look at my bottom for the first time since Cassandra had spanked it. It wasn’t as red as I had thought it would be, though it was still tender to the touch—proof enough was when I hissed through my teeth while I attempted to run my hand over one of my butt cheeks. Not wanting Cassandra to find me gawking at myself, I quickly chose a random outfit from the pile and began to wiggle myself into it.

  The doorknob turned as Cassandra came into the room with a large brown shopping bag on her arm. “Oh, turn around and let me see you,” she ordered.

  I spun in a slow pirouette.

  “This is just darling on you.” She faced me back toward the mirror. “Notice how this shelf bra hugs your tits without hiding them.” She cupped her hands under both my breasts, and I felt myself breathe a notch faster. “And do you see these tiny metal loops?” She referred to the rings at the bottom of the bustier. “There’s two in the front and two in the back. They’re special.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I uttered, not sure what was so special about them or what she wanted me to say.

  “This one’s a keeper. Try on the purple one next, Nikki.” Cassandra made herself comfortable on the leather bench.

  Over the next half hour, I wiggled and squeezed myself into every manner of lingerie—bustiers, corsets, longline bras, and even ones that I had no names for.

  “Try this one next.” Cassandra handed me a corset that had no bra cups. “It’s an underbust corset. I think I will like this one on you the best.”

  I wrapped the black corset around my waist and then hooked the latches that ran down its front. Out of all of them, it felt the naughtiest. I let out a small gasp when I finally saw my reflection. It made my waist look narrower while adding a fullness to my breasts. I hated to admit it, but it was quite sexy.

  “Perfect. It’s perfect.” Cassandra clapped her hands together as if she had just discovered the most amazing article of clothing ever. “This is what you’ll wear to work. Jason will love it when he sees you on your lunch break. Isn’t it perfect, Nikki?”

  “It’s perfect, Mistress.” I gulped, having no idea how I was supposed to wear something like this under professional business attire and still get any work done, let alone how Jason was even going to know that this was underneath my clothes. Just thinking about it made me feel light-headed.

  “You’re being such a good girl through all of this that I want to give you a reward,” Cassandra’s voice was thick with desire. She whirled me around to face her while her hands roamed over my breasts, causing me to sigh blissfully.

  No matter what Cassandra had already put me through, I still loved how she touched me. It was tender yet with a dominant purpose that only made me want her more.

  “Your lips are sooo kissable,” she purred before teasing my mouth open with her tongue.

  I melted into her arms, smushed up against her breasts, desperately wanting to be closer to her still.

  “Mmm . . . my Nikki is horny, isn’t she?” Cassandra noted between kisses.

  “Yes, Mistress,” I replied heatedly, feeling my nipples harden like thick bullets while she continued to toy with them.

  Suddenly she broke away, leaving me panting as she untied the knot to her halter dress, exposing her soft, round breasts. “Do you like my tits, Nikki?” She cupped one in each hand, offering them to me.

  “Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, licking my lips.

  “Say it, Nikki,” she ordered. “Say you like my tits.”

  “I like your tits, Mistress,” I throatily replied.

  “Mmm . . . that’s a good, good girl.” Cassandra’s voice dropped a notch, “Now suck them and make me wet.”

  Hungrily, I did as I was told, no longer caring that I was standing in a dressing room of a sex shop in nothing but a corset. All that mattered was me rolling my tongue over her nipple as I drew it into my mouth while I wrapped my arms around her waist.

  “Fuck, Nikki, just like that.” Cassandra pushed her other breast toward my mouth. “This is exactly what I need right now.”

  I was in heaven.

  I licked and sucked switching back and forth between her breasts. I wanted so badly to please her. From the sounds that she was making, I was definitely doing it right.

  Cassandra slowly raised my head up from her heaving chest. With lustful eyes, she backed up to the leather bench and hiked up the rest of her dress. She straddled the cushion while leaning back on one of its rolled arms. “Eat me, Nikki. It’s your reward for being so good right now. Eat your mistress and make her come.”

  I knelt in front of her, savoring the moment. The heat between us was palpable. The fire I was feeling—it was never like this between Brad and me. Cassandra lit my world up. The only thing missing was Jason’s fat cock taking me from behind. God, just the thought of the three of us together fueled my passion to give her an orgasm that she would never forget.

  Slowly, deliberately, I took my tongue and ran it from the bottom of her wet hole all the way up to the top of her clit and then back down again.

  Fuck. There was no denying it; I craved her taste.

  “Christ, Nikki,” Cassandra garbled while grinding her pussy onto my face, “if I had known . . . all these years . . .” Her words came out between gravelly breaths, “That you could . . . eat my snatch . . . with so much gusto . . .”

  “Yes . . . Mistress,” I mumbled while toying with her clit between my teeth. Even though I was the one on my knees, obeying her every command, I felt powerful.

  Pleasing Cassandra made me feel powerful.

  It made me feel free.

  “Getting close . . . my slut . . . sooo . . . cloossee . . .” Cassandra clutched my head, digging her nails into my scalp as she clamped her pussy down over my face.

  Not wanting to wait another minute, I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit right before biting down, hard.

  Cassandra screamed while her pussy spasmed, squirting her juices directly onto my face.

  I drank her in while furiously rubbing my own clit, not caring that she hadn’t said I could or that she would probably punish me later. I needed release. And I fucking needed it now.

  “You little bitch,” Cassandra admonished me, amused, as she came down from her orgasm. “You slutty-little-bitch. You came without permission.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress, I couldn’t help myself.” I was still licking her juices off of my lips.

  “I’ll bet you couldn’t.” She waggled a finger at me. “You’re damn lucky that that was a mind-blowing climax, or I’d take that indiscretion out on your ass right now, and you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”

  “Sorry, Mistress,” I apologized again, with my eyes cast downward.


  Cassandra began to straighten herself up as she retied her halter dress. “As it is, we still have a lot to go over for your first day of work tomorrow.” She tipped my chin upward with her index finger. “But you will be punished, you slut. Do you understand me, Nikki?”

  “Yes, Mistress, I understand completely.” God help me if my arousal wasn’t already building again at the thought of being laid out over Cassandra’s lap. What was wrong with me? Since when did the idea of getting spanked turn me on?

  Since Cassandra.

  Since Jason.

  Since Saturday night when they changed my life.

  Cassandra smiled her thousand-watt smile. “I believe you are starting to understand, Nikki. You really are.”

  Tuesday morning, over coffee and chaste kisses, Brad promised me he’d be home for dinner and apologized for being not quite present since the party because work had been unusually tense lately.

  For my part, I nodded like the dutiful wife he had come to know and love. The trouble was I knew the gig was up. My act was a well-rehearsed ruse. I began to wonder how long I could draw it out before it all came crashing down around me.

  “You seem different today.” Brad eyed me quizzically. “Do you have any plans?”

  “Oh, you know, this and that.” I tried to make my voice sound light, “I think Cassandra might swing by.” I hid my expression with my next swig of coffee. I had a job. A job that Brad knew nothing about.

  And a mistress.

  And a master.

  And getting the best fucking sex of my life.

  “Nikki? Nikki?”

  I snapped back to reality with a blur of hands being waved in front of my face.

  “Earth to Nikki. Where did you go?” Brad’s voice snapped impatiently.

  “Sorry, honey. I was just going over my day.” I tugged my silk robe closer over my neckline. Brad hadn’t asked me about the delicate piece of jewelry that I wore around my neck—never to be taken off—which suddenly felt hot, like it was burning a brand into my skin.

  “I don’t like you hanging out with Cassandra and Jason all of the time.” Brad adjusted his tie before putting on his suit jacket.

  “It’s your brother and sister-in-law,” I replied, trying to keep my voice even. There was no way that Cassandra was going to let me go now, let alone Jason. On top of the fact that with each passing hour I was away from them, there was only one thing that I was sure of—I didn’t want to be alone anymore.

  “We’ll talk about this more tonight over dinner.” Brad gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’m late for work. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “Bye, honey.” I kissed at the empty air. Brad had already left the kitchen.

  I waited until I heard the garage door open and close and then the distinct sound of his Audi as it drove away. It was only then that I drained my coffee and bolted upstairs.

  Jason was picking me up. He had insisted that he would be driving me into the office on the days that they allowed me to work. I knew that I really didn’t have a choice in the matter, but the thought of Jason inside of me again—loving on me again—was more intoxicating to me than my freedom of choice.

  Carefully I got dressed exactly the way that Casandra had instructed me to the day before: I latched the eye hooks on my underbust corset, slipped the garter belt on, then rolled the stockings up my legs and clipped them into place. I made sure to forgo panties. Strangely enough, I was getting used to the sensation of being bare down there. A silk designer blouse, a black pencil skirt, and a pair of low pumps were the rest of my uniform that Cassandra expected me to be in—a uniform which, she told me, she had every intention of inspecting when she joined Jason and me for lunch.

  I fixed my hair and makeup. My mind was racing a mile a minute. I felt sexy underneath my clothes. I had a job. I was going to get laid, regularly. I had a job . . .

  “I have a job,” I said out loud to my reflection, snapping the cap on my lipstick tube, “and I’m a slut.”

  For some reason, saying it out loud muted the guilty feelings I had about cheating on my husband.

  “You look decadent,” Jason oozed as I slid into the leather passenger seat of his black Infiniti.

  You are decadent, I thought.

  “Thank you, Jason,” I replied instead.

  “I want to hear you say it,” he growled in my ear. “Say the word, Nikki.”

  “Master,” I said barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Master.”

  He then turned my head, capturing my lips in a heated kiss. Once we came up for air, he added, “You’re going to love your new job, Nikki. I promise.”

  Jason didn’t say much of anything else as he drove us to Birmingham, instead preferring to listen to the radio. Though, he did hold my hand throughout the entire drive, and honestly, that simple gesture alone had me flying as high as a kite. I couldn’t remember the last time Brad had wanted to just hold my hand—unless he was trying to make an impression on a client.

  I shifted in my seat, not wanting to focus on Brad. Today was a brand-new day. For me.

  “Nervous?” Jason rubbed his thumb over the top of my hand in a similar gesture that Cassandra had used at yesterday’s lunch. I wondered if they sat around comparing notes.

  “A tiny bit, Master,” I replied shyly, noticing that his cock was pushing against his tailored slacks. Involuntarily I licked my lips.

  “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” He glanced at me, causing me to blush furiously.

  Expertly Jason wove through the city streets until he arrived at a parking garage attached to a modest high-rise. The gate lifted after he scanned his card, and he pulled into a reserved parking spot close to the elevator. “Remember your manners, Nikki, and do exactly as you are told. I want you to make a stellar impression. I was able to get you this job because one of the partners owed me a favor. Make me proud, and I’ll make sure you are rewarded.” He ran his index finger over my bottom lip.

  I swallowed, suddenly feeling the pressure to perform flawlessly. “Yes, Master. I won’t let you down. I promise.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  We got out of the car and took the elevators up to the sixth floor. All the while, I was hyperaware of everything—my outfit, my breathing, my state of mind. I toyed with my necklace in an effort to keep my hands busy while trying not to panic that I was really going to work with no underwear or bra on. I swallowed again when the elevator doors finally opened, revealing an immaculate lobby of marble, wood, and glass.

  “This way, Nikki. Follow me.” Jason strode through the lobby like he owned the place. He stopped in front of an intimidating reception desk. “Eloise, this is Nikki Logan. She’s my sister-in-law and is going to be working for the Harvey crew.” He motioned to the pristinely dressed older woman. “Nikki, this is Eloise Montgomery. If there is anything you need, she’ll know where to get it.”

  “You flatter me, Mr. Logan.” Eloise stood up and shook my hand. She spoke with a thick Southern accent, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nikki. You will simply adore the sixth floor. Everyone here is personable and friendly.”

  “It’s nice to meet you as well, Eloise. I’m sure that I will.” I noticed her appraisive once-over of my outfit, and I mildly began to sweat, hoping that it wasn’t horribly obvious that my breasts were wild and free.

  Thank God I have small tits, I thought as I followed Jason down the east wing of the floor. Tits? Since when did I start calling them that?

  Mentally I chastised myself over my need to be so prim and proper all the time.

  Today was for the new Nikki Logan who took risks and lived on the wild side.

  This is what I want. Isn’t it?

  Harvey, Harvey, and Wallace were the names etched into a wooden placard on an imposing door of which Jason turned the knob, winked at me, and then strolled right through.

  Timidly I smiled back. Whether it was my close proximity to Jason that was turning me on or my lack of undergarments, I couldn’t slow my racing he
artbeat. Here I was, ready to meet my new employers, and all I could think about was how naughty it felt to be out in public, pantiless. I was feeling out of my depth.

  What have I gotten myself into?

  It was too late to turn back now. With as much poise as I could muster, I quietly followed Jason into the law offices.

  Cassandra hadn’t been too far off when she had said that the firm was small. I stood next to Jason in a stuffy room that had two heavy, cherry wood desks across from one another. It also had rows of matching filing cabinets lining the walls that were separated only by three office doors, all of which were closed. There were stacks of files piled on top of both desks and on the floor.

  The place looked like a tornado had just blown through.

  A woman popped up from the side of one of the desks with a pencil in between her lips while holding a stack of papers. She appeared to be around my age, with big blue eyes and a determined expression stamped across her face.

  Startled, I jumped.

  Jason placed a firm hand upon my back, holding me in place. I could feel his heat radiate through my silk blouse. Instinctively I began to relax, his touch having a calming effect on my senses.

  Timidly I looked at him for reassurance, and I could feel my nipples harden as they poked up against my silk blouse.

  God help me, I thought.

  Devilishly Jason grinned down at me.

  Maybe I was praying in the wrong direction.

  “Mr. Logan, my apologies. I didn’t hear you come in, sir.” The woman had removed the pencil from her mouth as she dropped the stack of papers on what I assumed was her desk. Upon further inspection, I noticed that she was a redhead, with a shapely figure that reminded me of the calendar models from the 1950s—a sweet combination of wholesome and sexy.

  “No worries, Sarah Jean. I come bearing gifts in the form of some much-needed help.” Jason gently but firmly inched me forward. “This is Nicole Anna Mae Logan, your new paralegal, but everyone calls her Nikki. Nikki, please meet Sarah Jean Dixon, one of the pillars still holding this firm up.”