Smutty Little Secrets

by Vivienne Hunt

  “Yes, Master.” I rose from the bed, still exhilarated from my early morning orgasm.

  I glanced back at Cassandra still sprawled out on the bed and then to Jason’s cock, which was rising again as he climbed over to her. His intention was clear.

  Over the hiss of the running shower water, I listened to the sounds of my master and mistress fucking.

  I wanted every morning to be like this one.

  Harvey and Harvey were in their offices when I arrived with Jason later that morning. After proper introductions were made, I went about my business, sifting through the mountain of files that still occupied the other half of my desk and the filing cabinets behind me. Despite everything that had transpired between Brad and me the evening before, I felt exhilarated to be at work, to be of use to someone for something. And I also felt deliciously naughty, knowing that lunchtime held more delectable trysts with Jason and Cassandra. The morning couldn’t pass fast enough.

  “It’s simply wonderful to see you settling in, darling,” Sarah Jean said in her long, Southern drawl from her desk. “At the rate you’re going, we’ll have this place back to normal in no time at all.”

  “Thanks, Sarah Jean. I’m happy to be making a difference . . .” My voice died off when I glanced down at the name on the next file I had picked up.

  It read: Bradly D. Logan vs. The State of Alabama.

  “Everything okay, Nikki? Anything I can help you with?” Sarah Jean asked, concerned, and then the phone rang.

  Quickly I leafed through the file while my coworker was otherwise occupied. There was no mistaking that the Bradly Logan named in the lawsuit was indeed my husband. His office address and phone numbers were listed prominently. I could feel the panic creep up my chest and neck until my cheeks were burning. He was getting sued by the state for a contract he had with the construction of the state courthouse, among other building projects, in the local area. It was architectural fraud, to be precise, and from the list of grievances against him, it didn’t bode well for Brad.

  Sarah Jean wasn’t even finished with her phone call when I bolted from my chair, file in hand, and headed out the door. “Where are y’all going? We can’t take files from the office!”

  I ignored her as I briskly walked toward the other end of the sixth floor, barely taking the time to acknowledge Eloise as I blew by the lobby receptionist. Not bothering to knock, I walked directly into Jason’s office. His surprised expression showed that I had caught him off guard.

  “I’ll call you back, Frank,” he said, holding his index finger up to his headset. “Uh-huh, yes, that will be fine. Thanks, Frank.” Jason clicked off his receiver, and I could see the aggravation clearly stamped across his face. “Nikki, it’s impolite not to knock. And what are you doing here? It’s not even eleven.”

  I walked over and carefully place the manila folder on his desk before sitting down on the couch with my legs pressed firmly together and my palms on my kneecaps in an effort to stop them from shaking. “Brad is getting sued, Jason, by the state, for fraud. I didn’t know. He never told me.”

  Jason walked over and opened the folder. His expression softened as he removed his headset, placing it on the desk. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this. Cassandra and I were waiting for the right time to tell you.”

  I shook my head. Maybe I didn’t hear him right. “You knew? You both knew?” I knitted my fingers together as my left foot started tapping the floor a mile a minute. “Jason, what the hell is going on?”

  He walked over and sat down next to me. I tried not to focus on his sexy frame and how he filled out his dress shirt in all the right places. I didn’t want to be consumed by the musk of his cologne or the closeness of his body. I needed a clear head. Gracefully I inched away. My movements were not lost on him. He rubbed his face before finally speaking, “I’m sorry Nikki. I truly am. Brad’s been taking some serious risks the last few years. Illegal risks.” He reached for my hand. “His business hasn’t been on the up-and-up for quite some time, and it’s finally caught up with him.”

  I withdrew my hand from his. I didn’t know what to think. “Is he guilty? Did he really do these things?”

  Jason blew out his breath. “The evidence against him is overwhelming. Harvey and Harvey are the best defense lawyers I know who handle white-collar crime. The best they are going to be able to do is minimize the extent of the damage. But SBI is involved, and if the state has their way, Brad is going to be going away for a long, long time.”

  I stood up and began to pace as I continued to process the monsoon of information that Jason was relaying to me. I thought back to all those business socials Brad and I had hosted at our home and all those late nights spent wining and dining future clients. He had known then. He had known, and never once had he decided to tell me how out of control everything really was.

  Jason stood up and came over to me, blocking me from continuing to wear down the floor. “Nikki, the amount of damages named in this lawsuit is . . . it’s extensive. It’s not a matter of Brad losing, it’s a matter of how much. It could very well wipe him out. Wipe you out. There will be nothing left—no house, nor the continuation of the lifestyle you are accustomed to—nothing.” Gently he placed his strong hands on both of my shoulders. “Baby, I am so very sorry.”

  The warmth of his touch, coupled with the genuine sympathy in his voice, crumbled the last of my resolve. The tears that had dried up from the night before began to flow again as I wept in his arms.

  For a while, he said nothing as he stroked my hair. Finally, he pulled me away from him and lifted my chin to meet his gaze. “Nikki, Cassandra and I love you very much. And we desire you like no other.” He rubbed his thumb in circles on my cheek, and I started to calm. “My wife and I are demanding, insatiable, and very, very . . . kinky.”

  I tried to dip my head as I flushed with embarrassment, but he continued to hold my gaze.

  “We know who we are, and we know what we want. We’ve coveted having a third for a while now, and it’s been difficult to find the right woman to fit our lifestyle.” His eyes searched mine. “We believe we have found that person in you.”

  “I’m scared,” I freely admitted. “What you do to me, what Cassandra does to me—I’ve never felt like this for anyone before . . . not even Brad,” my words ended in a whisper.

  “I know,” Jason smiled as he wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Nikki, you will always have a place with us. You will always be taken care of and provided for. We would never let anything bad happen to you. But in order for us to make these arrangements permanent . . . you do realize that there would be no going back—not to your old life, not to your old house. You would be ours . . . completely.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “And we would be yours . . . completely.” He touched my gold necklace. “I would never force you, but . . . but . . . I don’t think I could ever let you go, either . . . nor Cassandra . . .”

  My breathing grew rapid as the enormity of his words sunk in. “Secretly I have wanted this, Jason. This . . . this . . . . thing between us, all three of us. I am not going to lie . . . I’ve desired this with my heart and soul. But Brad? My marriage? It’s been a disaster. He’s obviously has been lying to me as much as I have been lying to him.”

  “There’s nothing you can do for him now.” Jason rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip. “Let him go, Nikki. You’re not going to want to be tied to him when this all goes down. Trust me.”

  I nodded, and then I cocked my head to the side as something dawned on me. “Madeline, the other paralegal—why did she leave so suddenly? Was she your . . . ?”

  Now it was Jason’s turn to blush, and I have to say, it only made him sexier, more delicious. In that moment, it was he who was vulnerable, and I found myself getting turned on.

  “One of the things that I have always been attracted to is smart women.” Jason’s thumb trailed lower and lower down my blouse until it found a hardened nipple poking up against the fabric. He pinched it slightly
. “Nothing gets by you, does it? Madeline couldn’t handle the level of intensity that Cassandra and I demanded from her, so she disappeared back to her hometown one night, in the middle of the week.” He continued to play with my nipple, and my eyes fluttered closed. “It’s all for the best, though, because now we have you. We do have you, Nikki, don’t we?” Slowly, Jason began to unbutton my blouse.

  I opened my eyes and saw the intense desire in his steely greys. There was no denying how much he wanted me. “Yes, Jason, I am all yours . . . yours and Cassandra’s.”

  “Mmm, then, we can proceed with the final arrangements.” He cupped my breast possessively. “I think my wife needs to know that we are taking an early lunch. It’s time, Nikki. It’s time for your real training to begin.”

  Five Months Later . . .

  Bradly Douglas Logan was found guilty on all charges of fraud pertaining to his architectural firm. The case against him, and by extension, his partners, was so corrupt and involved, that it had gone national, bringing all sorts of unwanted attention to our little suburban corner of Alabama, outside of Birmingham.

  But by then, it didn’t matter anymore—at least, not to me. I had filed for divorce the same week that I had found out about his corruption. And my Master, being the savvy man that he is, procured the best divorce lawyer that money could buy. Our marriage was over the month before Brad was arraigned and then carted off to jail in front of the flash of cameras and a mob of angry reporters.

  For my part, I never told Brad about the infidelity between myself, his brother, and our sister-in-law—not even when I went to visit him one last time as he sat behind a pane of plexiglass and steel while he mumbled excuses into a black phone. My Mistress felt that it was wiser to let it be, and though she had granted my request to see him, she saw no point in adding insult to his injury. It was time to move on.

  So, I entered into a different contract; one of structure and submission. This new contract dictates my days and nights, where the sexual pleasure of my Master and Mistress comes first and foremost above all else. I am still learning the delicate balance between pleasure and pain. I still make mistakes and disobey. My Mistress still spanks me regularly—sometimes to teach me a lesson, and sometimes just because she can. My ass belongs to her now. It belongs to both of them.

  I want for nothing. Tonight, I am getting ready for my first dinner party. It’s a “coming out” social of sorts, held between other clandestine-couples like us. I am told that Sarah Jean will be there. Over time, I suspected that she was another submissive like me. Now I know it’s true. Tonight, I will get the opportunity to get to know her on a more intimate level. My Mistress even had a custom harness made for me for this evening’s festivities. It scares me and excites me at the same time.

  I am Nikki, and I have found my release. I found it in the smutty-little-secrets that I keep. And I couldn’t be happier.

  The End

  About the Author

  Vivienne Hunt writes romance – especially the type of taboo romance that will make your toes curl – though she has been known to dabble in paranormal romance of the most supernatural persuasion.

  Basically, if it’s spicy, sultry, and seductive – it’s Vivienne.

  And that – in a nutshell – is all you need to know.

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  http://www.viviennehunt-romance.com

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  Other Works by Vivienne Hunt

  EROTICA NOVELLAS

  Smutty Little Secrets

  Horny Little Lies (Forthcoming)

  Sultry Little Sinners (Forthcoming)

  Dirty Little Deviants (Forthcoming)

  PARANORMAL ROMANCE

  Harbinger (Forthcoming)

  Prophesy (Forthcoming)