Page 80 of Secrets and Lies
“Have you been with another guy since that night in the woods?”
I shake my head again.
“Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“No.”
He falls quiet for a few beats, then slowly strokes his dick. “On your feet.”
My heart is pounding in my chest as I get up, and it feels like my entire body is tight with anticipation as I stand there and wait for his next command.
“Take off your hoodie.”
I’m way too eager as I yank my sweater off and toss it aside.
“Shirt too.”
I tug it off and toss it to the floor without hesitating.
“Now your pants.”
I’m slower to push my sweats down over my hips, and I’m hit with a nearly overwhelming sense of vulnerability as I stand there in nothing but my underwear while he’s fully clothed with just his dick out.
His head moves up and down like he’s checking me out, and some of my nerves fade when he strokes his dick. He obviously likes what he sees if he’s still rock hard.
“Take them off.”
My hands are visibly shaking as I push my underwear down until they puddle at my feet, but there’s no hiding my erection, or the fact that I’m into whatever the fuck is going on.
We stand there for what feels like forever with me fully naked and him clothed and stroking his dick, but instead of feeling uncomfortable at being so vulnerable and exposed to him, it’s actually turning me on even more.
“Good,” he says in a sexy purr. “Are you ready for your next reward?”
I nod, and my dick bobs comically in front of me as my body clenches in anticipation.
“On your hands and knees.”
I take a moment to kick my sweats and underwear from around my ankles, then climb onto my bed.
My arms are shaking as I get into position, and I’ve never felt so exposed as I do while settling on my bed with my ass in the air and my hands gripping my comforter as I wait to see what he’ll do next.
I flinch reflexively when a warm hand gently runs down my back, and I moan when that same hand passes over the swell of my ass and down the back of my thigh.
“So good for me,” he says appreciatively and gently cups my balls.
I whimper, fuckingwhimper, as zings of pleasure shoot through me. Shamelessly, I press back against his hand, wanting more of whatever he’s willing to give me.
“So hot.” He lets go of my balls and traces his finger over my hole.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” he asks in that sexy voice that’s affecting me way more than it should.
“No,” I manage to croak.
He gently presses his finger against my opening and pushes just hard enough the tip dips inside me, then he quickly pulls it out and goes back to tracing it over my hole. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I don’t know why admitting that I’ve touched my own hole is so embarrassing, considering the position I’m in and everything else that’s happened since I got his text to turn around.
