Secrets and Desire (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  He looked down at me and smiled.

  I pulled my car in next to a black 1967 Chevy Impala, marveling at the beauty of the classic car as I step out from my own. A gust of wind flips the back of my dress up, showing off my panties to the man on the horse. My face turns hot and red as I press the skirt down until the wind passes. I grab my tools from my trunk and turn to walk to the man on the horse.

  Leaping from the large animal, he holds out his hand to me and shakes mine.

  “Hello, I'm Maria,” I say. “Would you happen to know where Mr. Ampora is?”

  The man smiles, placing both hands in the pocket of his slacks. “I am Mr. Ampora. Please just call me Eric. Come with me, I'll show you around.”

  Eric takes the bucket from me, his fingers touching mine softly. “What did you say your name was again?”

  I gasp, embarrassed that I forgot to introduce myself. “I'm Maria! Sorry!”

  He laughs, the sound deep and manly. “That's alright. Come with me. Thank you again for coming on such short notice.”

  I follow him up to the door, which is taller than most, with panes of glass set in it etched with beautiful geometric designs. He drops his riding crop into a pot on the front porch and opens the door, stepping aside to allow me to go through first. He has good manners!

  The mud room is minimalist, with a bench that opens at the top where shoes are stored. Eric sits to remove his riding boots, then places them within the bench. There was a hint of a bell as a cat walks past us and out the front door before it finally slides shut.

  Eric leads me through the living room, filled with cream colored chairs and a loveseat. Down a spiral staircase and then at the end of the hallway, we enter what must be the master bedroom.

  “This is my bedroom, Maria. I have cleaners throughout the rest of the house, but I do not trust them with my room even as much as I trust a stranger. I will be paying double your wage, since it is a large room, and you'll also be cleaning the bathroom. Take your time. I'll be back up to check on you in an hour.”

  I nodd with a smile, blushing at the handsome man who was treating me so well though I was so far below him in status. It is a nice change of pace, to be treated like a human. Before leaving, Eric turns and pointed to the bathroom door. “The cleaning supplies are in there.”

  Looking around the room, it is as elegant as something from a furniture catalog. The interior decorator of this mansion was definitely worth the money. There is a few pieces of ebony furniture, and large mirrors that looks like they dated back to the 1800s. The bed is large and looks fit for a king, with fluffy pillows and silk sheets.

  Going into the bathroom, I immediately knew this would be the room that needed the most work. It smells faintly of mildew, and the bath tub needed a good scrub. Certainly not the worst I have seen, however. The supplies Eric had mentioned are sitting on the sink, a long slab of dark marble.

  I clean the bathroom quickly, scrubbing the tub until I'm breathing heavily. I'm going to smell like bleach for the rest of the day, but I'm used to that by now. The enamel that was once gray with soap scum is now beautiful and white. While I look over the bathroom, wiping toothpaste off the sink and refilling the toilet paper, Eric was watching me. I didn't notice until he knocked on the door frame.

  I jump and turn to see him holding a glass of water an a sandwich on a small place. “Sorry for scaring you,” he says, smiling. “I figured you would be hungry. How's the cleaning going?”

  “Well, I just finished the bathroom,” I say, wiping a hair out of my eyes before washing my hands. I don't know why, but part of me wants him to be proud of me.

  “I can see that. Did the tub give you a lot of trouble? My usual maid tends to neglect it.”

  I look at the now sparkling white tub, and back at Eric with a smile. “No, it's wasn't too bad. I've seen worse!”

  He turns and moves into his bedroom, and I follow him. He looks around, mentally taking note of everything he wants me to clean.

  “Well, for my room, could you do me a favor?” He pauses, waiting for me to answer. I have a bite of sandwich in my mouth, so I nod. “Take a look in some of the drawers and see what you can organize? I can never find my socks and it's making my life more hectic than it needs to be. Will you do that for me, Maria?”

  I swallow and set down the last bit of sandwich. “Sure, if you don't mind the invasion of privacy.”

  Bringing his hand to his chin, he thinks for a moment. “Hmm. Yes, I think that'll be fine. Just don't reveal any of my secrets!” With a laugh and a wave, he leaves the room. I swoon a bit, suddenly taken by how handsome he is.

  His bedroom isn't as bad as the bathroom by a long shot. I avoid the drawers until it's vacuumed and dusted, letters and bills in a neat pile on his desk. When I do finally open up a drawer, I find more mail. I sigh, noting that most of the letters are years old.

  The next drawer had old drawings, sketches of beautiful women, most not wearing any clothes at all. I blush and close that, going to the bedside table. My hand reaches for the nob to pull it open, but I hesitate. Eric didn't warn me away from any of the drawers, but bedside tables are always the most private. I take a deep breath and open it slowly.

  Inside of the small drawer is a pile of photos, strewn about haphazardly. The top few were normal, more of the beautiful women like the ones he sketched. They look like vacation photos, one with the Eiffel Tower in the background and the other posing with a group of Asian men. The deeper I go into the pile, though, the weirder the photos became. Now they were in the hotel, on beds and in strange positions.

  In this one, the photographer is on the ground, looking up a woman's skirt. She's not wearing any panties. And in this, she's spread eagle and naked, her vagina on display for the camera. Something milky and white is leaking from her hole. I blush and go to the next one, with the woman now on her hands and knees, with a large dildo in her asshole and a smaller one in her cunt.

  I feel my whole body get warm, and my own vagina is especially hot. Wet too. Without even realizing, I slip a hand under my skirt and press my fingers against my clitoris. I close my eyes and let out a slow moan.

  This photo has a woman, bound and sitting on a chair. And in this, she has her ass in the air and her face smooshed on the floor. There are welts on her skin, one in the shape of a hand. The photographer is showing off his cock buried deep in her ass.

  I press my hand against my cunt harder now. I dig for another photo. It's the same woman as before, but now she is in a maid uniform. I reach for the next, turned on that she might have been his maid, but instead my hand finds something that feels like leather. Opening the drawer wider, I peer in and find sex toys.

  Whips, collars, ball gags and enough different kinds of dildos and vibrators to keep an orgy going for days.

  The floor shift and I whip around. Behind me is Eric. My kneels feel weak, and even though I don't want to, I move my hand away from my cunt and shut the drawer. It's no use though. He found me.

  “I see you've found my toys,” he says. He doesn't seem angry or concerned, but amused. And from the way his pants are tenting, he's also turned on. He comes nearer to me and grabs my arm, pulling me close to him. His body is warm as he holds me close, his aftershave tickling my nose. “Now, I'm going to use them on you.”

  “N-no!” I cry, though it's not convincing. I want to be used by him, but then I don't, all at once. My heart is racing, as if I am a rabbit and this man is a wolf. He's had me in his sight all along. I was always meant to be his prey. “Please let me go!”

  Eric clucks his tongue. The hand that isn't holding my arm reaching around to the small of my back. It takes the zipper for my dress and slowly lowers it as I struggle to get away. Once open, he slips a hand through the slit and over my ass cheeks, grabbing one and squeezing it. Shocked, I whip my hand up to slap him, but he's too quick for me. With a strong shove, I am on the ground.

  Looking up at him in fear, I notice his face is flush. He's angry, and he's horny, and I r
esisted. I look down and see that my skirt is flipped up, revealing my panties. His eyes are right on my cunt. He licks his lips.

  “Look at you. You're wet, and you're trying to refuse me?” He moves over to the drawer and takes out a photo, then grabs my hair and tugs my head back. “Look at her,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. He shoves the photo in front of my face. It shows a woman bound by handcuffs, her cunt stuffed with a dildo and whip marks on her back.

  Suddenly he drops the photo and feels up my pussy, his hand presses hard against my slit. “You're so wet. You want to be used like a slut.”

  Still holding my hair, he tugs my dress off my shoulders. He pulls me up, and my dress falls to the floor. I'm covered with goosebumps as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, which is unceremoniously tossed to the side.

  He steps back, finally letting go of my hair and admires my breasts. His hands knead my fleshy orbs before he bends over. Hot hot tongue flicks over one of my nipples, which causes me to moan. I try to push away from him, but his arm wraps around my back to stop me from moving. His other hand slips down to my pussy, spreading my lips apart and pressing against my clit, making me squirm and pant.

  Turning me around, he tugs both of my arms behind me and, removing his belt from his pants, ties them together tightly, then removes my panties. He rubs my ass cheek again. And then WHACK, he slaps my ass hard. WHACK, again, and tears sting my eyes. I try to pull away.

  “Please, stop hitting me!”

  He pulls me close, my ass rubbing against his erection. His hand rests on my stomach, then slowly slides down my pelvis and between my legs. He rubs my clitoris again, until I'm moaning and squirming against him.

  He slaps my pussy. My legs instinctively spread and my ass bucks back as I gasp in pain. His other hand spreads my cunt lips, and then he slaps me again, hitting me right on my sensitive nub. It's both painful and pleasurable.

  I start to whimper and pout as a tear falls to my chin. He slaps my pussy again and again, until it's throbbing and red. My clit is so sensitive.

  One last slap against it, and finally I cry out, and orgasm making my knees weak. I almost fall to the floor, but Eric holds me up, pressing his erection between my ass cheeks as I squirm and twitch against him.

  Eric pulls me over to the bed, where he forces my torso down and smashes my face into the bed sheets. My ass is high in the air, but I am still to weak from orgasm to move. He goes to his drawer filled with toys and brings back to me a whip and a small vibrator.

  I feel the rubbery tip of the vibrator against my hole. I hear a click, and then buzzing as the little toy comes to life against my slick cunt. I know I'm dripping onto his bed sheets, soiling them with my juices. Eric rubs the toy against my slit to make it slick, and I buck my ass up in response. It feels soooo good.

  The tip of the plaything nestles itself right up against my hole, which is still small and tight. It moves into me so slowly that I almost don't feel it at all, until I do. It slides into me, the buzzing making me twitch with pleasure.

  Eric then steps to the other side of the bed, in front of me, so that I can watch as he removes his pants and his underwear. For the first time, I see his penis. It's huge! Oh god, I don't think that thing will fit in me!

  He wraps his hand around his cock, moving it up and down the shaft. Watching him jack off while a vibrator is in me is driving me wild. I moan and try to move towards him, but when he notices he drops his cock and picks up the whip.

  Moving behind me, I try to turn around. CRACK! The whip hits my flesh. A gasp catches in my throat and my eyes are wide as saucers.

  “Did anyone tell you to move, whore?” Another crack against my ass, and I understand now. I'm to do nothing unless Eric tells me to. Tears stream down my face, but it's more from the pleasure than the pain. I try to keep from moving, even though I feel like I might scream if I don't.

  Eric removes the vibrator from my cunt, and without any warning pounds his monster of a cock into me. Losing my virginity, I scream in pain, my hands gripping the bedsheets. I gnash my teeth and fall forward, my face once against smashed into the bed. His cock hits my cervix, and I see stars. “Oh god it hurts it hurts, no, no, no! YESSSSS!” I scream, my words turning to gibberish as Eric fucks me hard.

  He pulls out and then slams back into me, his cock again hitting my cervix. He moves hard and fast, occasionally slowing down so that he can slap my ass or spread my ass cheeks.

  Mr. Ampora continues to pound my pussy, my juices collecting on his pubic hair and his balls slapping against my clit. The more he fucks me, the better it becomes for me. My moans are non-stop now, and my first real orgasm is building up. I can feel every muscle in my body tensing up in preparation for this huge release.

  His cock buries itself in my womb, and with each thrust I hear Eric's manly grunt. He bends over and switches to short strokes while he manipulates my breasts, which are swinging below me freely.

  Without notice, taking me completely by surprise, the flood gates open. My pussy spasms and my clitoris twitches as my orgasm courses through every muscle in my body. If Eric weren't holding me up so that he could push his cock deeper into me, I would have fallen from my weak knees.

  Eric's grunts were getting louder and more frequent, and I guessed that he was getting close. Without warning, he pulls me up by my hair and throws me to the ground, my ass up high and my face in the carpet. With a POP, his cock is in me again, drilling me hard and fast as he pushes himself closer and closer to release. With one large roar, his balls tighten up with one last slap against my clit, releasing his hot spunk into my womb. He keeps pumping me until he's spent, pulling his thick but flaccid cock from my slit.

  Pulling me up by my hair again, this time to my feet, he looks me straight in the eye. “I am going to give you enough money to pay for college and to keep you healthy and happy. You will work out, and you will come here when I tell you to. And if I do have you come here, you will come prepared to clean naked for me to watch. Is that understood?”

  I thought for a moment, still in a daze from my orgasm. He gave me a light slap in the face, and I nodded. “Yes. I can do that.”

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