Bad Boy Secrets

by Seraphina Donavan

  Reed loosened the knot of his tie and slipped it free, tugging it from his collar. If Cass wanted proof, he’d damn well give it to her. He grasped one of her wrists, feeling the soft skin and fine bones beneath his hand. He didn’t want to hurt her, but it was time she knew who was in charge. Looping the silk tie around one wrist, he reached for the other, but instead of simply tying her hands in front of her, he spun her around so that her cheek was pressed to the wall. Quickly, he bound the other wrist, the knot secure.

  Stepping back, Reed took a long and satisfied look at his handiwork. The lush globes of her glorious ass still bore the red marks from the earlier spanking. Her skin was so beautifully pale the welts stood out in sharp contrast. The silk tie dangled from her bound wrists, the soft fabric sliding smoothly over skin. Some of her hair pins had escaped and the once tidy bun was now disheveled. Plucking the other pins from it, he let the mass of fiery hair fall over her shoulders and back, only to tunnel his fingers between those strands. Curling his hand into a fist, he pulled her hair taut, arching her neck back slightly. She shivered against him and met his gaze over the creamy arc of her shoulder. It was still challenging, still defiant and all the more exciting for it. With the flat of his palm, he slapped the right cheek of her pert bottom again, the sound echoing through the office. Shifting slightly, that same hand slid over the plump curve of her behind, parting the lush globes.

  “What are you doing, Reed?” she demanded.

  He pressed his mouth against her ear, his teeth closing over the lobe, biting gently. “Do you trust me, Cass?”

  “No. Not really. But I don’t trust anyone.”

  He smiled, knowing that to be true. She would trust him. She would eventually be able to give in to him entirely. “Do you believe that I would ever do lasting physical harm to you?”

  No. She didn’t. Cass didn’t trust that Reed would stick around, or that she even wanted him to, but she did believe that he would never hurt her. The sex might get rough, but she was discovering that she didn’t mind that so much. She actually found it exciting. No lover had ever been so focused on her, so determined to see to her needs, even when she wasn’t precisely sure what they were. Reed took and gave in equal measure. “I don’t believe that you would ever try to hurt me,” she relented.

  He slid his fingers along the crevice between the soft, plump cheeks of her bottom. The callused pads of his fingertips finding every sensitive nerve ending along the way. “Does it hurt when I spank you?”

  Cass hated him for making her admit it, but if she didn’t he would stop. “It hurts, but it excites me.”

  She could feel his answering smile against her cheek. He dipped his head and began to kiss the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. His teeth grazed that skin, providing the perfect amount of pressure, until it walked that fine line between pleasure and pain. She leaned her forehead against the wall, her breath coming in soft pants as desire swelled inside her. Again his fingers strummed over sensitive skin, moving lower and lower, until he touched the small puckered opening. She tensed then, fearful and eager at the same time. He pressed lightly, applying a small amount of pressure to that opening, caressing it, circling it with his fingers, but never breeching it.

  Anal sex had never been something that Cass had wanted to try, she’d never thought she would enjoy it. As Reed’s skilled fingers skated around that small hole, she wanted him to take her there. Or not. She didn’t care which, but the not knowing was making her squirm, literally. His other hand came down on her ass, a hard swat that immediately raised red marks on her behind. She felt the heat of it.

  “Be still, Cass.”

  She nodded, unable to answer. That last stinging blow to her bottom had nearly elicited a moan from her. She didn’t want to make it easy for him. Again, he touched her. Lightly, almost delicately, and the anticipation built again. Her breasts ached, her pebbled nipples pressed tightly against the wall in front of her. As if he’d read her mind, he moved one hand in front of her and tugged each cup down in turn. It didn’t alleviate the discomfort, but heightened it. The bunched fabric of the cups lifted her breasts, pushing the puckered buds of her nipples even more firmly against the coolness of the wall. She couldn’t stop the gasp that rose to her lips at the heightened sensation.

  When she made that small sound, that little noise that told him she was ready, Reed pressed the tip of his finger into the tight ring of muscles. He moved gently. The abrasion of her nipples agains the hard surface of the wall was enough to heighten her sensitivity, to make every touch feel more intense to her. Circling his finger slowly, he massaged that tender flesh until she shuddered. “Do you want me to fuck you, Cass?”

  “Yes!” she said.

  “Then say it,” he demanded.

  “I want you to fuck me, Reed!”

  He chuckled, “You can do better than that.”

  “I want your cock in me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”

  There was an edge of desperation to her voice then, as if she truly feared that he would refuse her. It was perfect. Removing his hand from her ass, he pulled her hips back. With his knee, he parted her thighs, widening her stance. The black stiletto heels made her the perfect height for him. Dropping to his knees behind her, he began to kiss each of the red marks on her behind, soothing the tiny welts with his lips and tongue. When she sighed, some of the tension leaving her body, he nipped the supple flesh with his teeth. She let out a slight yelp, the muscles of her thighs tensing beneath his hands. He could no longer resist the temptation of her moist slit. Sliding his hands up her inner thighs, he spread her wide, opening her body to his questing mouth.

  Reed dipped his tongue between the honeyed folds, lapping every drop of her desire from the plump, pink flesh. Flexing his tongue, he drove it into her, spearing it deep inside her sheath as she shuddered and gasped. Fucking her sweet cunt with his tongue, he relished the taste of her. He dipped his head again, this time closing his mouth over the hardened bud of her clit, sucking it deeply, until he felt her thighs quivering. She was on the verge and he knew it. He stopped abruptly, savoring her moan of protest.

  “You,” he said against her ear, “Have been very bad.”

  “I’ve done everything you asked me to,” she protested.

  God, she was amazing, he thought. Defiant and proud. His need to dominate had always been there, but there had been few women in his life that he could indulge that side of his nature with. Cass would be the one who tested all of his boundaries. Just the thought of it had his cock weeping for her. He could feel the stickiness of precum leaking from the swollen tip. There was nothing he wanted more than to sink into her, balls deep, and fuck her until they were both mindless with it. But he needed her to know that he was in control.

  “You’ve obeyed the letter of the law, Cass, but not the spirt. You do what a I tell you to because it aligns with what you want also.... That changes now.”

  His voice was so deep and gruff, rumbling against her ear. Cass knew that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but they were in a battle of wills. At that moment, she didn’t care if she won or lost. She only wanted him. “I will do whatever you want me to,” she said.

  “That was perfect, Cass... And you will be rewarded for it. But you have to be tested first.”

  Cass felt his hands tugging at the tie still binding her wrists. He loosened one, but left the other bound. When she felt the fabric slide between her legs, she couldn’t halt the moan that erupted from her lips. The cool silk felt so good sliding over her heated flesh. He parted the lips of her cunt and slipped the fabric between them, the thick rope of silk pressed tight against her clit. He then retied her second wrist, this time in front of her.

  “You have the means to make yourself cum,” he said. “You can use that tie, rub your clit with the silk until you orgasm. If you do, I won’t give you what you want.”

  “What if I don’t use it to make myself cum?”

  “Then I will take you
home, and I will fuck you over and over, all night long. I will make you cum so hard, so many times, that you will beg me to stop,” he vowed.

  Cass knew which one she wanted, but she also knew that her willpower was very weak. “I will wait for you, Reed,” she said finally.

  He kissed her hard, and as a reward, or perhaps another punishment, he tugged at the silken tie, letting it drag over her sensitized flesh. She cried out and her knees buckled. It was only the press of his hard body against hers that kept her upright.

  “You will stand here, in this spot, where I can see you while I finish the things I need to do,” he said.

  Cass nodded her agreement, not trusting herself to speak. She was hovering on the brink of her orgasm, the slightest movement, the slightest tug of the damp silk over clit and she would simply lose it. Somehow, she found the strength to stand there. She watched as Reed moved to his desk. He sat there for a moment, checking his messages. He even had the nerve to make a phone call, and while he sat there, speaking into the receiver, he stroked his massive cock through his pants. Just watching his large hand moving over his shaft made her ache even more.

  She’d never been inhibited. Cass had always enjoyed sex, and being naked had never been an issue for her. But she’d never been dominated. She’d never had a man tell her what to do and treat her quite so roughly. Had someone told her that she would have such a visceral response to that she would have laughed. Yet she stood there, her feet aching in the torturous heels. Her clit throbbed against the silken tie and she took deep measured breaths in an effort to stave off her encroaching orgasm so that she could partake of everything he had to offer her.

  It wasn’t long that she stood there. No more than ten minutes, and yet it felt like an eternity. Cass sighed with relief when he walked toward her. He didn’t remove the tie, but left it precisely where it was, so that with every tug on the silk as he loosened her wrists, it once again dragged across her clit. She bit her lip to avoid moaning aloud. If he knew how much she wanted him, how desperate she was, it would only be worse for her. When the last of the knots slipped free, he dragged the silk up, caressing her with it until she was shuddering and gasping. He smiled at her then and she wanted to beg him to just take her.

  “You have been very good, Cass. I think you deserve a reward,” Reed said, pushing her back against the wall. He cupped his hands beneath her behind and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Cass did as he commanded, no questions asked. The position opened her to him, and she could feel the hard press of his cock against her, even through the fabric of his pants. She had thought he would take her right there, but he didn’t. He used the weight of his body to pin her against the wall and then one of his tanned, callused hands drifted over her belly, sliding between them until he touched her clit. Her head rolled back and a long, low moan escaped her. His touch was firm, insistent and relentless. He stroked her clit again and again until she was sobbing and clutching at his shoulders. When she thought she would die from the pleasure, he dipped two fingers into her clenching sheath, hooking them slightly forward so that they pressed against her G-spot as he pressed his thumb against her clit, moving it in small circles against that tiny bundle of nerves.

  It was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Her entire body clenched with it. Her thighs trembled violently and her belly quivered against him. Her vaginal muscles contracted sharply, clutching at his fingers still buried inside her. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t speak. She could only close her eyes shut allow the waves of pleasure to take her. When it finally receded, she felt weak and limp. Reed was apparently aware of this, because he continued to hold her, to support her weight because she couldn’t herself.

  Cass drew several deep shuddering breaths, before meeting his gaze. “You can put me down,” she muttered. She wasn’t entirely certain that she could stand on her own, but she felt ridiculous.

  He kissed her. “I like you where you are... I like holding you this way. Besides, your legs are still shaking.”

  They were. “What the hell just happened here, Reed?”

  Reed knew what she was asking, and he knew that before it went any further, her needed to tell her. There were choices that she had to make. “You have a lot of preconceived notions about me, Cass. You think that because I wear a suit to work and I don’t get into trouble with the law or bed hop the way Jackson used to, that I’m this boy-scout, dudley-do-right guy... But you don’t know me.”

  “I’m beginning to figure that out... So is this the norm for you? Spanking and tying me up gets you off?”

  “It does. It apparently gets you off too,” he said matching her challenging tone.

  “I didn’t deny that... Is this why you are so discreet with your lovers here? Because you don’t want it getting out that you like something other than the Gresham County approved missionary position?”

  He smiled. “I’ve been discreet, because there is no need for the world, or even Gresham County to know what gets me off. That’s my business... and now yours if you choose to continue this.”

  Cass considered it for a moment. He’d been rough with her, but he hadn’t hurt her. She knew that at any point in time, if she’d told him to stop, he would have. The truth was that she’d kept her mouth shut because she wanted to know how far he would go. It wasn’t a stretch of the imagination to guess that she still didn’t know the full extent. He’d been masterful and dominating, but he’d also been keenly aware of her needs and had made sure that they were met. “Will it be like this every time?”

  “No. I like to be in control... I like to know that I have the power to give and withhold your pleasure. But that power is really an illusion, Cass. If I tie you up, it’s because you want me to. If I spank your ass until you can’t sit for a week, it’s because you want me to. And if I fuck you until neither one of us can walk the next day....”

  Cass shivered. Even though she’d orgasmed only moments earlier, his words and the soft threat in his velvet voice prompted her core to contract and a new wave of moisture to gather between her thighs. “If I tell you no, it stops.”

  “Always... but if I’m doing it right, and judging your limits accurately, you’ll never have to tell me no.”

  “Take me home and fuck me, Reed.”

  CHAPTER FOUR Cass used the key that Reed had given her to let herself into his condo. When she’d left the office, he’d given her very specific instructions. She was to go straight there, upstairs to his bedroom, strip and wait for him naked in his bed. As she climbed the stairs, her legs still trembled and her clit still hummed pleasantly, sending tiny little aftershocks through her. In his bedroom, she removed her clothes and folded them neatly, placing them on the chair in the corner. Surveying the large four poster bed, a dozen different scenarios played out in her mind and in most of them she was bound to one or more of those posts.

  It wasn’t the first time she’d fantasized about being tied up, but Reed was the only person she’d ever known that she would trust enough to allow it to happen. That in and of itself was frightening. It didn’t seem to matter how frightening it was. Reed, with the pleasure and the challenges he offered her, was fast becoming an addiction. Just thinking about him made her pulse race.

  Cass arranged herself on the bed, lying on her side with her head propped on her elbow. The pose accentuated the deep curve at her waist and the flare of her hips. She didn’t pull the covers up in spite of the chill of the air conditioned room. He had wanted her naked and she intended to give him precisely what he asked for. It was only a few minutes after that she heard the door open downstairs. Her breath hitched in her lungs. The sound of his footfalls on the stairs echoed the pounding of her heart. When he stopped in the open doorway, his suit jacket had been discarded and his shirt sleeves rolled back, exposing tanned forearms lightly dusted with crisp, dark hair. The tie he’d worn earlier, the one that he had used to bind her wrists and to torment her most sensitive flesh, was dangling from his finger
tips in blatant challenge.

  He raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t expect you to be obedient.”

  “I can be with the right incentive,” she replied cheekily.

  “So if I want you to do what I say, I only need to promise to fuck you senseless?” The question was posed as he strolled to the bed with a seemingly casual grace. But Cass knew the power in his body, the strength that he held. There was nothing casual about him. The affable boy scout persona that he had adopted for the rest of the world had been peeled away just for her. Reed was secretly dark and dangerous.

  Cass shivered with anticipation. “Yes.”

  “Get on your knees and face the headboard,” he said, his voice roughened with desire.

  Cass did as he said, tilting her hips back so that her bottom was high in the air. The soft hum of approval from him was all the reward she needed in that moment. She didn’t protest when he slid the silk tie around her wrist and fed the other end of the fabric through a discreet slot in the headboard. When her hands were securely bound, he grasped her hips and dragged her down the bed, until her face and breasts were pressed to the mattress and her arms were outstretched in front of her.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you look,” he said. “I’ve dreamed of having you here in this bed, bound exactly this way... your body offered up to me to take any way I see fit.”

  The words were little more than a whisper but they lit a fire in her. Her clit pulsed as if he’d touched her. Her nipples hardened where they pressed into the bed. “Please, Reed! I need to feel you inside me!”

  The hard swat on her ass prompted a startled cry. Another stinging blow was landed to the other cheek. “Spread your legs for me,” he demanded.