Indiscreet (The Agency Dark Affairs Duet Book 1)

by Amélie S. Duncan

  I ground my hips into his mouth as I moved closer to my peak.

  Dane pressed the flat of his tongue over my cleft and held it as I came, shaking. It was so fast and so pleasurable, I rejoiced and mourned that it was over, but then it wasn’t. Dane came

  undone. He licked and sucked my pussy like he couldn’t get enough, adding two of his fingers in, stroking inside of me, spreading out my climax, like continuous explosions of aftershocks. It was pure ecstasy. It made me too sensitive to the touch. “Dane…God…please.”

  He finally stopped and let me lie back on the bed. “I’m trying to go slow, but fuck—I can’t, Gia.”

  I was dizzy, euphoric with the climax. “Then don’t go slow. I’m sure I can handle whatever you want to do to me.”

  He averted his eyes and didn’t answer. The moment stretched, and I didn’t know what to make of it. Had I said something wrong?

  Then he kissed me. His tongue tangled with mine, and I tasted myself. A passionate fluttering arose inside me at the feel of how good his tongue felt against my own, and even more so when he pleasured me. When we broke apart, his eyes held a weight that had my heart beating faster.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

  “That felt amazing.” My face went hot as I wiped at his chin. “Look what I did to you.”

  He let out a deep sexy laugh. “That’s what I want, for you to be just as you are. I want you comfortable and sexually secure. I promise it only gets better if you’re willing.”

  Our gazes fused in lust. In mine was my answer: Absolutely yes.

  He kissed me deeply. My eyes dropped down to the unmistakable outline of his thick cock pressing against the front of his pants. He followed my gaze. “You want to touch me. I’ll allow it.”

  I reached down between his legs and ran my hands over the length of him. He was hard as steel. He took in a sharp breath and removed my hands, but he didn’t let them go.

  “Before we go any further, I need to know how you feel about bondage.”

  “I’ve never tried it,” I replied. “But I’ve been curious.”

  “I’d like to try with you tonight,” he asked. “We can discuss how you feel about it.”

  I licked my lips. “The bindings can be removed if I ask?”

  “Yes,” he answered. “You’ll give me a safe word and everything will stop.”

  My pulse picked up as his words worked through my mind. Safe word? I peered at him through my lashes and found his gaze fixed and heavy on me. “You think you might hurt me?”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “No. I won’t hurt you.” His thumbs massaged the backs of my hands. “I want to tie you down to the bed, but I don’t know your tolerance for being bound. It’s a lot to ask since you’re unfamiliar with bondage, and you don’t belong to me.” He lowered his head a touch. “The way I held you at the party, I sensed you would respond well to it. If you want to stop, we will. I just need your safe word.”

  There hadn’t been anything he’d done that had given me reason to believe he would hurt me. He was careful and kind.

  He waited for my consent, and I gave it to him. “Perfetto.”

  He grinned. His fingers slid between my thighs and stroked inside me. “You’ll be thinking of me binding and fucking you every time you think of your company.” My inner walls clenched around his fingers, sucking them deeper inside of me, and he groaned. “Like the thought of me binding you? Then I won’t disappoint.”

  He moved across the bed and retrieved a box, and I could see it contained more objects than the four black leather, silk-lined cuffs he took out. He told me about clamps, floggers, paddles, and canes. It was a lot of information to take in, but I was curious, and I wanted Dane. I shifted my legs, and Dane’s eyes followed.

  “Never mind all those. I won’t be using them tonight,” he said softly before placing the lid back over them. “These”—he held out the cuffs—“I got before I came home, just for you. They shouldn’t leave marks on your wrists.” He fingered the metal rings on the outside. “These D rings, I’ll hook up to the chains I have in the base of this bed.”

  “Just in case a guest wanted to try bondage,” I mused, picking them up. They had more weight to them than I’d expected. “You got these for me? You knew I’d come back?”

  He gave me a rueful smile. “You gave your control over to me naturally. I thought if you returned, I’d have you like I imagined I would when I first saw you.”

  “At that fundraiser?” I half-joked, but he only stared at me intently and waited for my answer. “Seriously, you want your first time with me bound?”

  “The idea of you bound arouses me.” There was that sadness appearing on his face again. Seeing it tightened my chest. I always hated to see anyone unhappy. Clearly something was bothering him. I wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for the both of us, so despite my nervousness, I moved to the middle of the bed in submission. My hands and feet extended toward the corners. My skin went hot. There was nothing hidden from his view. I closed my eyes.

  “Look at me, Gia.” I opened my eyes and saw Dane shudder, his face darkened with lust as he gazed over my body. “You have nothing to be nervous about. You’re beautiful.”

  He lifted my arms above my head and locked my wrists together before pushing in a panel at the top of the frame where the chains he had told me about were hidden. He then secured me firmly to the posts of the bed. His hands massaged down my body to my feet where he cuffed and chained them widely apart.

  I felt my body heat with nervousness, though desire was mixed in. Dane sat down and caressed my cheek. “I’m honored by your trust, and I won’t fail it.” He brought up a black eye mask. “This will free you more. I want you to think only of the pleasure.”

  “But I want to see your body,” I whispered.

  He immediately stood up and removed his clothing, revealing a masterpiece of carved, tanned muscle. I was transfixed. He had some hair near his navel, and lower. His engorged cock hung long and thick between his muscular thighs. He was perfect.

  My fingers flexed, longing to touch him to make the moment more tangible, but the ties he bound me with held fast. I couldn’t move beyond his will.

  He then turned around; he had angel wing tattoos on each shoulder blade, but that wasn’t the only thing there. He had several whip marks that scarred his skin. He moved to give me a closer look and I saw his back was puckered in places, like something had been pierced through the skin there.

  I gasped inwardly. He must have endured a lot of pain to get those. It was jarring and at complete odds with the persona that had taken root in my mind. I didn’t know what to make of it.

  “What happened?” I whispered.

  “At one time, I enjoyed suspension, being hung by hooks through my back,” he explained. “I know the scars look frightening, but what happened was by my choice, a long time ago. They are part of me and my past.”

  He smiled but went quiet, and I didn’t push him for more answers. While I didn’t understand how he could get pleasure from the pain, I didn’t have to. It was his choice, and he was healed. Therefore, I returned a smile that I hoped was equally as warm as his own.

  He came over to my head and brushed his lips against mine. “Take a deep breath.” His deep voice filled the room, and I immediately sprang into action to follow his command. I drew in and blew out as he secured the mask over my eyes, blocking my vision. Once it was in place, I couldn’t see anything, and the reality of my state finally sank in. I was naked, bound, and completely at his mercy. I waited for the panic to set in, but instead I felt excitement.

  I lay there, feeling his caresses as he moved his hands and lips over every inch of my body. The brush of his lips and hands down my arms…a tender twist of my nipples by his fingers followed by a soothing lave of his mouth…the sensual drag of his tongue down the surface of the skin on my thighs and legs. He touched until there wasn’t a part left that didn’t have his imprint. His focus was solely on
me. He had placed me in the position to receive, to just enjoy myself, and surprisingly, I reveled in it.

  I also became painfully aroused, yearning to come again. A brush of his tongue on my clit had me burning for more. I arched into his touch as much as my bindings would allow, hoping he’d linger, but his touches were light, less stimulating. I whimpered.

  “You take what I want to give, Gia,” he whispered in my ear. “You will come when I’m ready for you to do so.”

  Sweat broke out on my body as I tried to hold back from climaxing. The sensations were tormenting and amazing, and when he returned to the apex of my thighs, I panted hard. The light suck on my clit sent me to the breaking point. I moaned and shook in the restraints.

  “Dane, I can’t hold out anymore,” I begged him.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, and my body clenched tight.

  I then felt the slippery tip of his cock rub over my swollen clit. It had me moaning and arching once more, before his cock penetrated. He eased in farther, stretching my inner walls; Dane remained in control, not forcing it, moving his cock in and out of me like he had all the time in the world. His warm breath on my neck and the sound of his erotic moans made me wetter as I took more of him in.

  He rested his weight above me and let his power of possession weigh on me. I didn’t think I could become more turned on, but I did. He ground his cock deep into me, stroking right up against my G-spot. He had me so close; I felt my body tighten and I moaned loudly as my body begged to come. “Please, Dane.”

  “Don’t come yet, Gia,” he commanded. My body shook as I tried to meet his demand, but I was losing. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, rubbing sensually against my clit. I couldn’t hold on any longer, and he must have felt it.

  “Let go,” Dane said, freeing me of his erotic hold. I called out his name as the orgasm crashed through me, my body gripping him fast as he pulsated deep, and his own release followed. It was thrilling.

  I felt boneless in the bindings. I could only lie there as he removed the cuffs and the mask. He next massaged my wrists and ankles on the bed.

  “I lost control,” he muttered. “You make me lose myself.”

  I had lost myself too. I was giddy, joyous from the incredible orgasm. “Then lose yourself in me,” I whispered. I was grinning in full exhilaration. Dane went quiet. Had my comment made him uncomfortable? I tried to put him at ease.

  “I’m happy that we both enjoyed ourselves. I didn’t mean any harm by what I said. Kiss me, please Dane.”

  His lips pressed against my own and then gently covered my mouth. It was so natural, the most incredible experience of my life, the way we connected. Whatever came next hung between us, and we both went quiet, my own thoughts wondering what to expect. I was certain I wanted to spend more time in his company, but would he want more time in mine?

  “I know you didn’t mean anything by telling me I could lose myself in you. I remember once or twice when someone said those words and meant it. It’s always that way in the beginning.” The somber expression on his face broke apart my euphoria. I reached up and touched his cheek to maintain the connection that had formed between us, but he moved away from my hand. “I’m sorry. I just need…to think.” He ran his hands through his hair then stood.

  My face jumped as I worked to suppress the hurt that came over me. I hadn’t expected my touch would be rejected so soon after we had just shared something so intimate. Did he want to talk about what was upsetting him?

  “Sometimes it’s harder to let go and move on,” I said quietly, my voice raspy. “There are times I think I stayed longer than I should have.”

  “Perhaps I have too,” he replied. “You don’t easily give up on those you love.”

  “Is that what has you upset now?” I asked gingerly, my voice just above a whisper. “Are you on a relationship break? Is she coming back?”

  He didn’t respond, so I glanced over and found a blank expression staring back at me.

  I moved to sit up and pulled the sheets around my body, wanting more than anything not to be nude anymore. I reached down and found my bra.

  He ran his hands through his hair, his eyes downcast. “You don’t have to leave,” he said, but his tone said otherwise. His shoulders and head dropped, and he turned away. Something about him was off, and it bothered me. I knew it wasn’t exactly a rejection, but it was close enough that I collected my clothes and put them on.

  “This wasn’t how I wanted to end our evening,” he said apologetically. “I’ll drive you home. I’m sorry—”

  “No,” I interrupted him. “Please don’t apologize. I had a good time—we had sex, and that was what you offered to me. I’ll be fine.” I didn’t care how haphazard I might have appeared; I just wanted away from where I was no longer wanted. I quickly moved to the door.

  “It’s not like that,” he said, putting on his boxers. “It just…”

  I paused for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.

  I swallowed hard. “You don’t need to see me out.”

  He touched my arm, and I hated how much my body warmed to his touch. “My behavior is abominable. I apologize. I’m not usually like this, but…being intimate with you surprised me. You were more than I deserved.”

  I cut my gaze at him. It was you. He doesn’t want you. No one wants you, my negative inner self taunted “Yeah…well, I hope you work it out with your partner,” I replied thickly.

  “Gia, it’s not…” Dane started then sighed heavily. “I wish things were different.”

  When he didn’t say more, I gave him a curt nod and continued my exit.

  Dane didn’t speak again, but followed me to the front entrance. Honestly, I didn’t need or want to hear his regret.

  I had to give it to him: he had the charm. He was an amazing lover, but he was attached more than he let on. I was now sure I couldn’t handle a one-night stand.

  I left Dane’s home once again, this time sure I would never get involved with him again.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  * * *

  Dane Westbrook: We need to talk and I need to see you again. Call me.

  Another message from Dane. He had been sending me messages for several days, but I hadn’t replied to any of them. It wasn’t just his rejection and the blow to my self-esteem that came after having sex that led me to cutting contact with him; something dark lurked beneath his tailor-made appearance. There was something going on with him that he didn’t want to share, but it had him shutting down after sex.

  It all came after experiencing one of my deepest, most secret desires, and then I was cast aside for the woman who may or may not have been gone from his life. The only thing I could think to explain the way he shut down after we had sex was that he must still be in love with her. Why did he have sex with me? What I should have been asking myself was why I was so willing to give over complete trust and control to a man I had just met. While I had no intentions of ever seeing him again, I didn’t understand Dane either. He’d gotten what he wanted, so why was he still calling?

  Perfetto was what I needed and where I retreated. The building remained open over the holiday break, and I easily fell back into my work routine. Working had a way of lifting my spirits. Every task completed gave me a sense of accomplishment as well as a boost to my self-esteem.

  By day two of my working vacation, I had charts, papers, and samples out on every surface of my desk and tables. I was so absorbed on day three that I didn’t see the security guard standing at my door, or Dane.

  I was caught off guard that he’d been let upstairs without my knowing, but then came a shiver and a leap of my pulse at his persistence in seeing me again. My eyes briefly lingered on him and I sighed. Tailored and polished from his black suit down to his shoes, he looked good. I thanked the guard and Dane walked farther into my office.

  “There you are,” he said as he lifted a bouquet of roses in his hand. His tone was soft, and just hearing it brought back the memory of our brief affair
.

  Me—naked, bound, and open.

  Him—shut down.

  I plastered on a smile and accepted his gift. “Thank you for the flowers, but they weren’t necessary. I left you a message about the remodel—I won’t be needing one. I’ve decided to go for a quick sale and move again. The house is more than I need right now.” I cleared a corner of my desk to set the flowers down.

  “I got your message, but I don’t care about the remodel,” he replied evenly. “That’s not why I’m here—”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I said quickly then gestured toward the piles of documents. “I’m right in the middle of a few projects right now. I didn’t expect you to come here so, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to it…”

  “I mind very much,” he replied, and that had me stopping what I was doing to look at him. Then I couldn’t look away, and neither could he. The intense physical awareness we had for each other wouldn’t allow it.

  I flushed under the strength of his gaze as he studied me. He took a step forward and I took a deep, unsteady breath as I stepped back. “I don’t want to do…whatever this is with you again.”

  “I want to. I’m not done with you,” he said brazenly. “There are a lot of things going on, but what I have to say will take time. Can you come with me now?”

  There was a gentle plea in his tone that softened me, making me want to acquiesce to him again. I couldn’t allow it, at least not now while I was still feeling regret about how easily I’d given myself over to him and the way he had closed off from me.

  I lifted my chin. “No. I don’t have time right now.” I went around my desk and brought up my calendar on the computer. “I have the second week of…”

  He came around the desk and stood a breath away from me, but he didn’t touch me. He didn’t need to—he radiated a powerful force and heat that already had my body responding.

  My pulse pounded hard and my breath remained uneven.

  “Another day would be too long,” Dane said deeply. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”