Page 66 of Triple the Secrets
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
SCARLETT
She gave him a slow, coy smile as she worked his jeans off his hips and down his thighs. She got to her knees, waiting for him to step out of his pants and then kicking them away. God, he was gorgeous, she thought as she slowly trailed her fingers up his calves, over his knees, and up his thick thighs. She traced his ink lightly, licking her lips in anticipation. She could feel the muscles under her fingers twitch, and slowly she tilted her head back to look up at him.
His eyes blazed with desire, and she saw the darkness swirling right behind it. It made a shiver run down her spine, but she didn’t look away as she moved her fingers to the inside of his thighs and slowly made her way up towards his cock. She was teasing him, and she knew she was testing him, but she couldn’t stop. She meant it when she said she wasn’t going to make it easy on him. She might want his control, his dominance, but she also wasn’t just going to simper and take it.
“For every second you stall, Scarlett, I’m adding a spanking,” he warned her darkly, hand coming up and cupping the back of her head, pulling her forward.
She bit back a smirk. Instead, she gripped his inner thighs and allowed him to lead her to his cock, opening her mouth to take him inside. The musky taste of him hit her tongue, and she moaned softly. Even before everything happened, she wasn’t a fan of giving head, but right now, she wanted to do this more than she wanted to breathe. She wanted to pull some of that control away from him. To make him as crazed as she was.
She widened her knees enough to keep a good balance, and then she set to work, mouth sliding and sucking on his hard cock. He let out a harsh grunt when her tongue lashed at the underside of the head, and she sucked on him a little harder. “Fuck,” he hissed, hips bucking, forcing more of him inside her mouth. She moaned and opened her throat as much as she could, breathing through her nose to keep from gagging. He paused for a moment, but she dug her nails into him a little more, moving forward, to let him know she was okay.
She wanted him to take control. She lifted her eyes up to his, and saw the moment he understood. His eyes darkened to almost black and his nostrils flared, then he gripped her hair in his hand. “You’re going to take me as deep as you can, Scarlett,” he ordered her harshly, flexing his hips until he was so deep she was sure she would choke. She swallowed and looked up at him, using his gaze to ground her.
He fucked her mouth. There was no other way to describe it, and she loved it. He never let her hair go, moving deeper until he touched the back of her throat, hissing as she swallowed and lashed at him with her tongue. She wasn’t doing much else, but it was enough that his face was flushed with the effort to hold himself back. “Fuck, this mouth,” he ground out as he pressed deep again, before quickly pulling back to let her breathe. “Fucking perfect. That’s it, Scarlett. Just like that. I bet you’re so fucking wet right now. Just from giving this to me.”
He was right. She was soaked, her inner thighs slick with her arousal. Seeing the pleasure on his face, knowing that she put it there was all she needed. She moaned around his cock, feeling the flex of his muscles under her hands and seeing the way his chest expanded with each breath as he fucked her mouth. “You’re going to swallow me all down, Scarlett,” he told her harshly. “Every last drop. Got it?” She couldn’t answer so she focused on moving her mouth faster over him. “Fuck, yes, you little minx,” he hissed when she very gently let her teeth scrape over the skin of his shaft before she sucked him down again. “Scarlett,” he snarled as he thrust forward, his cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat as he moved harder and faster.
She had to fight not to panic because she couldn’t catch her breath, and tried to swallow him all down. Her nails dug deep into his thighs, and she gulped in air when he quickly pulled away and out of her mouth. Unbelievably, he was still hard, and she would have asked him about it, but he abruptly pulled her to her feet, lifted her, and tossed her on the bed.
She let out a husky cry of surprise, but she didn’t have much time to orient herself before he pulled her hips to the edge of the bed, got to his knees, and dove between her thighs. She didn’t stop her cry of pleasure, because there was no way she could think straight. Not when he was devouring her. His tongue fucked her before moving up to lash at her throbbing clit. She whimpered and bucked against his face, the sensations overwhelming her.
“Rogue,” she gasped, desperate for the release building inside her. He didn’t acknowledge her, just shoved two fingers inside her hard and fast. She sobbed at the pleasure that was building, her entire body shaking with it. She begged him for release, but every time she would get to the point of no return, he would back off. She hissed her displeasure after the third time, lifting her head to glare down at him.
Rogue held her gaze, and the look in his eyes told her that he knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he wasn’t about to stop. He was running this show. She narrowed her eyes at him, and clenched her muscles around his fingers, trying to keep him where she wanted him. She saw the flash of amusement in his eyes before he pulled away completely. “No!” she cried, squeezing her thighs around his head, trying to keep him in place.
“That’s not how this works, Scarlett,” he rasped as he wiped his face on her thigh and then pulled away.
“Damn it, Rogue,” she gritted out. “I’m so close.”
“And you’re not going to come until I say you can,” he reminded her, making her glare at him. He climbed to his feet and then ordered, “Up on the bed, all fours, ass facing me.” She didn’t move, staring up at him defiantly. He’d denied her her orgasm, so she wasn’t about to do as he bid. He arched a brow slowly at her. “Scarlett,” he said in that silky voice that told her he was about to make her regret her defiance. “Do it now, or I’ll make sure you don’t come for hours. And I’ll make that ass of yours so red you won’t be able to sit comfortably for days.”
She shivered in delight at the thought. God, what was wrong with her, getting so excited over that? She should be outraged that he was talking to her this way, but instead, her pussy clenched in excitement, and her heart pounded harder in her chest. Slowly, she rolled to her stomach, and then maneuvered herself on to her hands and knees, ass in the air towards him. She looked over her shoulder at him, and saw him gazing at her ass with hunger. She smirked and arched her back a bit more to really give him a good look.
His eyes looked up at her knowingly, but he just growled, “Up towards the head of the bed.” She didn’t move, watching him for a moment longer. Before she could move, he brought his hand up and slapped her hard on the ass. She yelped, and glared at him. “Move it, Scarlett, or I’ll be adding more to your total.” She gave him a glare and then moved to comply. “I saw that,” he said mildly, as he moved to the head of the bed and grabbed something out of the nightstand.
“You were meant to,” she said sweetly. She yelped again when he slapped the other cheek just as hard.
“Watch the attitude, Scarlett,” he said calmly, watching her.
She wanted to be a smartass and mimic him back, but thought better of it when she saw the look in his eyes. He wanted her to, and he was going to make sure she regretted it. Why did that excite her so much? Her stomach clenched, and she swallowed. Instead, she looked away and focused on the restraints in his hand. She stared at them and then looked up at him in apprehension. “You want to tie me up?” she asked him nervously.
He held her gaze as he said, “Yes. They’re going to hook on to the straps I set up earlier, and your hands will be tied together in front of you so you’ll still have your balance. You don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. It’s up to you.”
She knew he was kinky, but she hadn’t really thought about just what that meant. She had been tied up so many times while she was a captive, the traffickers taking away her ability to fight when she was lucid enough. Her breathing picked up as she stared at the restraints in his hand, memories threatening to flare back to life. She let out a small whimper, unable to stop it. “Scarlett,” Rogue said calmly, reaching up to wrap a hand around the back of her neck, forcing her gaze up to his. “You’re here, and you’re safe,” he said softly. “If this is too much right now, we can revisit this another time.”
She stared into his eyes, forcing herself to focus on him and only him. The way he stood before her, no pity or anger on his face. Just a quiet understanding, but still with that air of authority that calmed her. He was giving her a choice, and that in itself was a hard reminder. She had survived, and this wasn’t the same. Rogue wasn’t them, and he wasn’t going to force her to do anything she couldn’t handle. He was going nudge her right up to that boundary, but never over that line. She needed to make a decision, and to her, it felt monumental. Did she let those bastards hold on to her power, or did she take it back and give it willingly to the man in front of her?
“I’m okay,” she whispered. She nodded at the restraints. “You can use them. Just maybe not too tight?” She still needed to know she could get out and away if she needed to.
Rogue didn’t move. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” she said firmly. She lowered her torso until she balanced on her elbows, and held her hands together in front of her, watching him the entire time. He watched, eyes darkening in pleasure, but still he looked back to her to make sure she was alright. It steadied her pounding heart and settled her nerves. “Tie me up, Rogue,” she whispered. “Please. I need this as much as you do.”
He searched her eyes once more before he gave her a nod and made quick work of her hands. He secured her hands together, and then looped the rope through a small hoop and to the thin strap hidden between the pillows. She smirked to herself, thinking that was pretty clever, before carefully flexing her hands to make sure that she could get out if need be. They were still tight, but she knew that if she told Rogue to stop, he would make sure she could get out. “If you want to stop, say the word ‘red’,” he instructed her. “Understood?” She nodded. “I want the words, Scarlett.”
“I understand,” she said breathlessly. She was still nervous, because she had no idea what he was going to do next, but a shiver of anticipation moved down her spine and settled in her core.
