Indecent secrets, p.14
Indecent Secrets, page 14
“You’ll get an orgasm when I decide. If I decide,” Bryce replied.
His tone was so calm and authoritative I wanted to scream—with arousal? With frustration? Both? “I didn’t do anything to Jack’s uncle!” I insisted.
“And were you going to do anything after you convinced Jack to dismantle the company?”
“I was going to disappear,” I replied. “Lay low for a few months. Maybe travel. Then go back to my activism.”
Bryce ran his fingers through my hair again, petting idly as the vibrator buzzed in me and I fucked myself onto it in spite of myself. It just felt so good, I couldn’t resist, even if it just continued the torture.
“How’d you figure out I wasn’t who I claimed to be?” Bryce’s voice was sharp.
“I snuck onto your computer,” I confessed. “I—I saw—you had an email account under the name Bryce but I couldn’t see who you were sending it to—another dummy account—I tried looking at your work computer too—and I saw on your laptop you were running checks on employees—ah, ah ah—”
“Clever girl.” Bryce said it as if to himself, like he forgot I could hear him. He tugged sharply on my hair. “Anything else you want to tell me?”
“No,” I moaned. Tears of frustration slid freely down my face. “There’s nothing else, please, please I swear there’s nothing else Bryce. Please let me come. I’ll be so good . . . just let me come just—let me—”
“All right,” Bryce said, and the vibrations increased.
I cried out as my body was wracked with sensation and I thrust down wildly onto the dildo, fucking myself on it as it buzzed away, filling me with pleasure. I sobbed, tears leaking free from the corners of my eyes as I came.
My body seized up. My mouth fell open, strangled, choked noises escaping me until Bryce finally turned the vibrations off. I slumped down, still impaled on the dildo, my body shaking and clit pulsing with aftershocks. My head fell forward and I rested my forehead onto the back of the chair. I was panting like I’d run a 400-meter dash.
“Very good.” Bryce’s hand ran through my hair again, much gentler this time.
“Who are you?” I whispered. “You owe me that. You owe me the truth.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
But instead of saying anything more, Bryce unhooked my hands from where he’d secured them against the front of the chair. Leaving them still bound, he lifted me off the dildo, and I moaned as that thick cock slid free. Then, he lowered me onto my knees and stood in front of me. The huge bulge of his cock against his slacks was obscene. In spite of everything, I found my mouth watering.
Bryce undid his pants slowly, releasing his erection. “Go on.”
I understood. If I gave him what he wanted and was good and obedient, he’d give me what I wanted.
Leaning forward, I licked the precum off the head of his cock and then stroked my tongue down the shaft. He was already throbbing and fully hard. He’d been turned on that much by what he was doing to me. I couldn’t find it in me to feel any anger or regret over what had just happened. I found it all far too sexy. And the fact that he’d actually been affected by it, that it had done something to him to watch me go through that—it filled me with pride and pleasure.
“Good pet.” Bryce’s hands slid into my hair, gently guiding me to take him into my mouth, pushing himself deep enough that I choked on his cock before he gave me just enough room to breathe through my nose. “I’m impressed you guessed the government. But you’re always figuring things out, aren’t you? I should’ve expected you to have a way to hack onto my laptop. I figured the password protection would be enough but you had some sort of override, I’m guessing.”
I moaned around his cock in confirmation as he continued to fuck my mouth.
“And I’m also guessing that you now suspect that the death of Jack’s uncle wasn’t by natural causes. Or we suspect it wasn’t.”
I hummed again as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, keeping my jaw relaxed.
“Yeah, good girl.” Bryce groaned, his cock pulsing against my tongue. “I’m trying to find that out. Jack hired me to cover for him to keep sharks like you away while he figured out what he wanted to do with the company. Only none of them were supposed to be as smart as you are… mmm…”
He began to thrust shallowly into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and let him face fuck me, swallowing periodically around his cock, tightening my throat.
“I’m trying to figure out if something happened to him. If it was a murder… fuck it was an elegant one… simple…” Bryce thrust harder, deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, yes, you’re so damn good at this. I wasn’t going to sleep with any of them but you… I just couldn’t resist.”
He chuckled darkly and I felt a thrill rush through me. Not just pride that I had been good enough for him, or that I’d impressed him because he’d broken the rules for me, but also because of the tone in his voice. Like he was delighted by me.
“And I was government, for the record. Military, like you said.” Bryce sighed as he slowly dragged his dick along my tongue before thrusting to the back of my throat. “Fuck yeah… gonna come right down that perfect throat of yours… I work independently now, though, for a security firm. Mmm… and it took me this long to realize there was something going on with you, which isn’t usually the case. Congratulations, baby.”
I wasn’t doing the work now. With his fingers pressed against my scalp, I let him use my mouth, use me. Bryce’s grip tightened on my hair, and with a low, rumbling growl he spilled down my throat, some of it leaking out of the corners of my mouth. I moaned, swallowing as best I could. The timing of his ejaculation, along with his words, made it sound almost like his orgasm was a sardonic gift.
It made me feel used in that way that I loved.
Bryce pulled his cock out of my mouth but I leaned forward, licking and sucking it clean before settling back. Bryce looked… not proud of me, not like he had after our other sessions. Instead he looked…
He looked relieved, honestly. Like a weight I hadn’t even realized he was carrying around was now off his shoulders. I had met him while he was carrying it, and so I’d just thought that was part of how he was. Now I saw a new side to him, a more open and honest side, and one that I liked.
Bryce curled his fingers under my chin to lift my head up and admire the mess that he’d made of my face. I dragged my tongue over my lips, cleaning them off, which made his eyes darken even more.
“Did I pass?” I asked, my voice a bit mocking. I couldn’t resist a bit of snark, even after everything.
Bryce smirked. “Do you want a proper fucking, pet?”
I knew that was all the answer I was going to get. “Yes, Master.”
I had passed.
I was safe.
Chapter 16
Bryce
* * *
It was satisfaction like I’d never felt before, to put Leigh through that erotic form of torture, to watch her be pushed to her limit and be so, so good for me.
The right thing to do would’ve been to actually interrogate her. To intimidate her if I had to, but to stay calm above all else. But with Leigh…
It was personal, in a way. I had underestimated her and let her in, slept with her when I shouldn’t have, and I couldn’t control myself. I wanted all of her secrets and I wanted her to be punished for lying to me and I wanted her to be mine.
But Leigh had performed beautifully. She hadn’t sassed or kept things from me. She’d been a good, obedient girl. Watching her writhe on the dildo had been so fucking hot, and I’d reveled in it.
I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. I’d been tougher on her than I would ever be normally. I wouldn’t usually punish a submissive like this and make such strong demands. I wasn’t in the business of breaking my sex partners. But I couldn’t deny it had gotten me so goddamn hard I’d just about lost my mind. It had taken every piece of self-control in me not to give in and fuck her throat while she was still tied to the chair on the vibrator.
And I’d meant what I’d threatened. I would have left her there, edging her for an hour until she was a sobbing mess. I wouldn’t have liked it. But I would have done it. I would’ve done whatever I had to do to make sure my client was taken care of and protected like I’d promised—to ensure that Leigh had nothing to do with Jack’s uncle’s death. If I didn’t have my honor and my reputation, then I had nothing.
As a reward, I fucked her afterwards on the bed. I kept things slow at first, so that I didn’t push her too far, but when I saw that she was okay, that she wanted more, I ramped up my efforts, taking her hard and rough, pinning her down like she preferred, and enjoyed every second of her crying out my name—my real name.
It was a good thing I’d always had her call me ‘master’ before because I wouldn’t have been able to handle hearing her beg and cry out for Jack.
There was a relief that I hadn’t expected, with her knowing who I really was. I felt freer. Normally I didn’t care if the women I slept with knew anything about me, although I could admit that actively pretending to be someone else was a new one for me.
Afterwards, while we were lying in bed, I was able to tell her everything.
“My security company was started by my two other friends and myself,” I said, opening up about my part in this case. “When Jack learned about his uncle’s death and that the bottle of pills had been moved out of their usual place, he thought it might be malicious. And he didn’t trust the sharks who’d be around him. He wanted me to clear the way.”
“And I was one of those sharks.” Leigh smirked at me, her red hair spilling out behind her onto the pillow, her face propped up on one hand.
She was fucking gorgeous. And she looked so natural in my bed, even if ‘my’ bed was currently a hotel room.
“You were the Great White,” I said with a snort.
“Were you supposed to sleep with me?” Leigh asked, her voice low and husky. “I mean—you didn’t have an assignment, obviously, but it feels like you kind of did the opposite of keeping the shark away with me.”
“You were just too much fun,” I admitted, reaching out and brushing back a stray strand of hair on her cheek. “And I figured that you were dangerous so I thought keeping you close would be a smart idea, so I could keep an eye on you.”
That was true, but there was another part to the equation. I had just wanted her. I’d wanted her so fucking badly and after I’d slept with her that obsession had only gotten worse.
Leigh grinned at me, like she knew what I wasn’t saying. “You can just admit I’m amazing, that’s okay.”
“You’re dangerous, that’s for sure,” I murmured. “I liked watching you manipulate people. I could tell you were up to something and I was curious enough about your motives to keep you in my sights . . . and in my bed.”
Leigh blushed, to my surprise. “I’ve never been called dangerous before.”
“Clearly, most people underestimate you and don’t see how clever you are.”
“Well.” Leigh propped herself up on the pillows, blushing even more deeply, which I found endearing. “What’s the plan now, then? Now that I’ve… complicated things.”
“I should ask you that,” I said directly. “Are you going to just… leave?”
Leigh bit her lip and looked away. “I’m not sure. I… I don’t want to just leave you. I’m curious how this story ends. What you find out about Jack’s uncle. And I guess I don’t like the idea of abandoning my project even if I don’t know what to do with it now.”
I did feel bad. Crazily enough, I agreed with Leigh’s plan. I admired her sense of honor and her commitment to a worthy cause. She was clearly the type who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. The world needed more people like her. And I had no doubt that she would’ve succeeded in seducing Jack and convincing him to do what she wanted had he really been here.
“We’ll figure it out,” I reassured her.
Leigh scoffed, amused. “Right, because you’re going to let your client be duped by me so that he can destroy his entire company.”
I didn’t have an answer to that, so I said nothing.
Leigh grew serious, a small frown forming between her brows. “Do you have any idea about… Jack’s uncle?”
I sighed. “Well, he had no shortage of people who would’ve been happy to murder him, at least in theory. But it’s one thing to want someone to die and another thing to actually do it. And the nature of the murder means it was someone who was over at his house frequently and knew his personal life. They knew where the medication was, and they knew what it was for.”
Her expression turned thoughtful. “Sounds like a pretty short list.”
“Well, unless you consider how he couldn’t keep a boyfriend for more than a few months, then it gets long again.”
Leigh groaned. “So, what, we just wait and see if someone tries to seduce and/or try to kill you as Jack so they get the company?”
“Probably,” I admitted. “I’m going to have to get more aggressive, and scare the person into revealing themselves.”
“Sounds risky and dangerous,” Leigh pointed out.
“That’s why I do it.”
She grinned at me, her stare lingering on my face while the room grew quiet.
“What?” I finally asked.
Leigh shrugged. “You’re just sexy, that’s all.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, thank God, with all the sex we were having I was worried for a second that you weren’t attracted to me…”
She hit me with a pillow. I laughed, and ignored the fact that I was trusting her, letting her in, and just hanging out with her, laughing and chatting and sharing intimate, personal things—and that I wanted to keep doing it.
It didn’t mean anything. We were just having fun. I was just relieved that I was now able to be myself around someone for the first time in weeks, that was all.
Or so I kept telling myself.
Chapter 17
Leigh
* * *
You’d think, with my plan up in smoke, that I would’ve been upset the next day. Shockingly, I wasn’t.
Honestly, I felt lighthearted. Giddy, even, and excited. I wanted to help Bryce figure out what was going on with the company, and I was just… I was glad that Bryce and I knew the truth about each other. And we were still together.
Well, not together, together, that would be ridiculous. But we were still fucking, still a team, and a genuine team this time.
I didn’t know what to do with myself now, but in the meantime, I did want to help Bryce figure out his part of the plan. And maybe—in the process—I could meet the real Jack and persuade him to my original idea somehow. I could pivot. I could figure this out. I had infiltrated this company and everyone except for Bryce still bought my cover. I could find a way to make that work.
And Bryce hadn’t said anything about ratting me out to Jack, firing me, or stopping any of the changes I had made at the company. I would just have to wait for my opportunity. In the meantime, we could work on Bryce’s aspect of things. Honestly, I felt it helped me. I couldn’t get to Jack until the man decided what he wanted to do with his damn company and showed up, and that wouldn’t happen until he felt safe, which meant… well…
Finding a killer, essentially.
Bryce wanted me to look into the various secretaries that had been hired for Byron Lawton to see if any of them were suspicious, while he poked the bear that was the board of trustees. Which included Weston, who if you asked me was the one most likely to off his former friend. But I was happy to eliminate the various boyfriends from the suspect list.
When I arrived at the top floor, Bryce was already off doing his end of things, but I headed straight for his office to start work on the list and plan the interviews. Bill was at his desk, tap-tap-tapping away on the computer with a look of focus on his face.
He looked up as I walked up and waved hello.
I smiled at Bill as I approached. I found that my heart was steady, rather than racing with nerves. Maybe it was that I wasn’t in this deception alone anymore. I had a partner, and one who was used to this kind of thing, someone who was an expert on mind games and subterfuge. It wasn’t all on me anymore.
“Leigh.” Bill smiled and stood up. “How’re you doing?”
“Great. How are you liking your new position?” I walked past him into Jack’s office as Bill followed.
“Jack’s a great boss and I hear he’s willing to actually listen to employee ideas,” Bill said with enthusiasm. “It could turn this company around if he picks the right ones.”
“It sure could. That’s our goal.” I leaned back against the desk, smiling at him. “I’m sure that he’ll listen to you since you’ll be at his side all the time.”
Nothing wrong with buttering the guy up a bit.
“That’s what I’m hoping.”
Bill’s gaze dropped down my body briefly and oh, I could see where this was going. I had been flirty with him, but I would have to be careful not to lead him on too much. I didn’t want to give him hope.
“Well.” I straightened up. “I’ll let you get back to your work. I just wanted to chat with Jack about something but if he’s not available…”
“Oh, well, since I have you here,” Bill said quickly, “I wanted to thank you for helping me get this promotion. Are you free for dinner tonight? I’d like to take you out.”
It could be, on the surface, just an expression of gratitude. But I knew the undertone he was going for. “That’s so sweet of you, but you don’t owe me anything.”
“Still, I’d like to have some time with you, and thank you,” Bill said, tacking the last part on.
Yeah, I was sure he wanted to “thank me”. Not that I didn’t appreciate such a gesture. Bill was sweet but I wasn’t interested in him in general and… unfortunately… I was starting to suspect Bill could be one hundred percent my type and it wouldn’t matter to me anyway. Not when I had Bryce fulfilling my every desire and being the kind of man that I’d not even thought would exist for me.
