Her Secret Betrayal

  Her Secret Betrayal

  Secrets #2

  Jordan Bell

  Copyright © 2012 Jordan Bell

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  Sweet Stories Press

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  This erotic romance story contains scenes of a very graphic and adult nature which some may find offensiveThis is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental. Please engage in safe, consensual sexual practices only. Remember, this is a work of imagination and fantasy. All sexual activities described herein are between characters 18 years old or older and are always consensual.

  Other Stories by Jordan Bell

  Her Secret Pleasure (Secrets #1)

  The Billionaire’s Son: Distracting Jonah Silver

  Taming London: The Erotic Submission of London Mackenzie

  Billionaire Bait: Breakfast with Mia, Ménage for Dessert

  The Submissive Behind the Mask #1: Bondage & Curiosity

  Coming Soon: The Submissive Behind the Mask #2: Bondage & Discipline

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  About Author

  Excerpt from The Submissive Behind the Mask #1: Bondage & Curiosity

  1

  ____________

  Kiss me.

  Kiss me. Touch me. Want me. Need me. Fuck me.

  Love me.

  Sean.

  His fingers dug into my soft, plump hips where late night sweat made us slippery. In slow, methodical circles he ground his hips into mine where we matched like puzzle pieces, though the whole picture remained out of focus. Sean leaned his shoulders back, anchored at my hips, and sank deeper into my fathomless core where I’d gone so far past pleasure I’d lost language and speech and could only communicate through gasping, wounded, immortal moans.

  One hand released its hold and slid under and across my belly. He tugged me back off my hands and together, without losing an inch within me, we leaned back, him to his heels and me to his chest. My thighs ached but held and his other hand crossed my chest, his forearm pinning my breasts tight to my body. He tucked his face into my throat, breathed hot puffs across my collarbone, and here we rode into each other with matched movements. He ground up into my body and I circled down into his until his cock filled me utterly.

  Grey dawn light cut my room to ribbons through the horizontal mini-blinds, crossed my bed and over my thighs like prison bars. Outside the world fell wet and cold, drips and drums of rushing water the only sounds besides our breathing and the soft, wet collisions of skin on skin.

  Another night lost. Another breaking dawn ignored.

  Sean cupped his hand around one breast, dragged it higher to squeeze and caress, maddening, I whimpered when he stroked the new bruises he’d left there, mouth shaped, fingertip deep. He shhhed me and kept kneading possessively. I lost my strength and dropped my head back to his shoulder, but he didn’t slow. Thrust, caress, thrust, caress. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Ecstasy. Pain. Bliss.

  Sean’s lips closed over my throat and left kisses wet and intense from collar to jaw, then with his free hand he grabbed my chin and forced it to turn to his needy mouth. His closed around mine and I arched to accommodate his invasive tongue. My teeth parted and he thrust it between my lips to collide with mine, wet and exploring, stealing my whimpers and moans and breaths until I didn’t know where I stopped and he began. He licked the tip of my tongue, the roof of my mouth. I moaned his name into his mouth and he responded by digging his free hand into my hair, holding my head turned into him, stilled while he plundered my mouth for every kiss I’d ever held back.

  I reached behind me to lay my palm to his thigh, sweaty and muscular. I felt him tighten and tense each time he worked his shaft out an inch before urging himself back into my tight sex just so he could do it again and again. The friction drove me wild, something between tingling pleasure and tired ache. How many times had he been inside of me tonight? How many times had we collapsed into delirium only to wake up an hour later and begin again? Always a new craving, a new reminder of how we’d once been and how much better we’d gotten.

  And holy hell had we. Experience made him bolder, stronger, his body harder and more worked over than it had been when he was a college academic having regular sex for the first time. It was clear, too, that time and experience had taught me to embrace my sexuality. Sean didn’t have to work so hard to open me up and turn me on as he once had. Immediately I let him push and prod me, pull and take me, open me up and embed himself inside me. We didn’t need a warm up. I wasn’t afraid of his affections as I had been as a school girl.

  Sean let my breast drop and he began a slow descent across my abdomen, a finger grazing the divot at my belly button. Sweat broke and trailed downdowndown my torso to the humid cleft between my legs where he pumped into me. He crushed my mouth the moment his fingers passed the triangle of trimmed curls to burrow into the soft, sopping folds protecting my clitoris. He found it with familiar fingers that hadn’t forgotten how to ride me, even after six years, and on impact I pierced his body with a cry of delirious hunger.

  He broke our kiss to smile against my mouth. “Who do you belong to, Kara?”

  You. Words failed me though and all I could do was moan and shudder as he crooked his finger and dragged the tip back and forth against the engorged button, fat and slick from so much touching and fucking and whispers.

  The hand that still held my hair tightened and yanked back, forcing my breasts forward and my spine to curve. His hand between my legs kept my hips pinned to his rod.

  “Who do you belong to, Kara?”

  “You,” I gasped and jerked as he rolled my clit. Braids of searing heat shot deep into my pussy and set fire to my body.

  “Good girl,” he whispered into my hair. He released my tendrils and lowered his hand to my throat where he caressed and stroked all the spots he’d kissed and sucked all night long. “My good girl. I want you to come for me, Kara. Come for me, baby.”

  I needed no more encouragement to grind my hips down into his finger, inadvertently urging his thick shaft up inside me. He moaned and rose up an inch from his heels and as he rubbed me to climax our bodies gyrated together slick and powerful as one. I threw myself into him and came screaming and struggling, bound by his arms and penetrated by his rigid, thick cock.

  My electricity transferred into him. I could feel his muscles quivering and tightening, a warning and a promise to fill me once more tonight. A third time? Fourth? I’d lost count hours ago when the storm still raged relentlessly outside.

  Exhaustion swept through me until there was nothing left and he was all that kept me from collapsing into the mess of blankets nested around us. He held me still to him and just when I thought our night was coming to an end, he wrapped his big, strong hand across my throat and took possession of me one last time.

  “I’m not done with you.” His growly
voice purred against my ear. Moisture ran down my trembling thighs and I whimpered, exhausted but aroused by such a dark promise. Six years ago when we’d been together, when we’d discovered our mutual fetishes, he’d been new to his cravings as a dominant lover and I didn’t quite understand the depths and secrets of submission. Now he had no doubts, no reservations, no apologies and I simultaneously weakened to his need and became more powerful than I’d ever been kneeling before any other man.

  “Down.” He lowered me forward, his hand still on my throat, his shaft still rooted inside me. I caught myself on my hands but he kept forcing me forward until my cheek pressed to the damp sheets. The musky scent of our sweat and sex lingered everywhere.

  His hand twisted from the curve of my throat to the back of my neck. He gathered my blonde tresses between my fingers, a mess after so much sex. He twisted them together and gently settled them over one shoulder before turning his hand to the back of my neck.

  Then he did something unexpected - he slid slowly, painfully out from my sopping pussy. Despite how slick and wet he’d made me, his girth made me feel tiny and no one had ever made me feel tiny in my life. There was too much of my plump figure to ever be worried about feeling tiny.

  Except when he spread me open.

  Sean burrowed his fingers between my lips and sought out the evidence of my orgasm. His fingers soaked in it and then slid out and unapologetically dragged his fingers upupup to the tight muscles around my anus and smeared the slick lubricant across this forbidden opening.

  “Sean.” I staggered as he prodded the tight hole with his fingertip but didn’t enter. Every part of me tightened.

  “I know it excites you, Kara.” He dropped his hand to scoop more of my come to smother over my tightly puckered hole. He placed both hands on my large bottom and spread the cheeks apart. “I remember you’d come before I even had it all the way inside you. I’ve thought of you like this so many times, biting a pillow with your ass in the air. Let me in, Kara. Relax, sweetheart, and give me what I want.”

  I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax, but anticipation and a little bit of fear kept me tense and tight. The wet head of his cock pressed against my opening and began the slow stretch that sent delicious aching torment radiating through my body.

  “Let me in,” he growled and hunched across my back, his hand returning to the back of my neck. He curled his hips against mine and pushed.

  “Sean! Sean ooh…” I squeezed my eyes tighter as he urged the head inside, lubricated with my own juices. He panted over me, muscles trembling from the effort of his intrusion. I remembered that this was his favorite part. Once inside, nothing, he told me, felt quite like how this forbidden pleasure felt wrapped around his swollen cock.

  “That’s my girl. Kara, damn you’re so fucking tight. That’s it baby, how does that feel?”

  He rested with just the head inside to let me get used to it and I remembered this, remembered how it felt to have him explore every inch of me and all that emotion and history flooded in. The past and the future threaded together by this moment and our joined bodies and I wanted him. I wanted him more fiercely and more possessively than I’d ever wanted anything before.

  “Full. Oh, but good. I forgot how this felt.” I gasped, swallowed, and clenched my fingers deep into my sheets and mattress. “More, Sean. Give me more.”

  Sean growled, the rumble in his chest like the purr of a greedy, pleased tiger. He ran his hands down the slope of my back and touched the little faded heart-shaped birthmark between my shoulder blades. Touching that mark was how he centered us when things felt out of control and almost instantly I calmed. Every muscle gave up its struggle and went liquid in his hands. I nestled down into the sheets, bore his weight and the pressure he placed on my anal walls, and sighed. The pain didn’t ease but my contentment filled in around it and turned it into aching pleasure.

  As my muscles opened around him he scraped his fingertips to my hair, held my head down, and buried his cock inside me in one, sharp thrust.

  I screamed into the sheets, muffled, and explosions of pleasure and pain went off like fireworks behind my eyes. The sounds he made were delicious. With effort he pulled out and pushed back in, spreading me new each time he fit inside me. The hand not holding my head down wrapped around one globed cheek and massaged it.

  He couldn’t last long. After his initial thrusts he started panting and shaking, hot gasps mixed profanity with my name. Inside me I could feel him jerking and swelling, ready to fill me with his semen.

  “Take it,” he grunted and tightened his hold on my hair. “Take it all, Kara. God how I’ve missed you.”

  Those were the last words he managed to gasp before seizing up, pulling out abruptly, and coming all over my upturned ass.

  His body jerked against mine with each ejection, but quickly he collapsed against me and we fell into the sheets, a sweet, exhausted mess.

  2

  ____________

  Sean’s cellphone buzzed impatiently against my side table, dragging me from my dreamless sleep. I cracked an eye and saw Sean stretch languidly towards its bothersome crowing. He grabbed it and seemed to consider crushing it against the table top before sighing and lowering it down to where we’d bedded on the floor after our post-sex shower. We discovered belatedly how much of a mess we’d made of my sheets.

  He tilted his cellphone above his head and squinted at the text. He sighed, hit a button and tossed it up somewhere on the bed, then wrapped the arm back around my shoulders and pulled me into him once more.

  A second later, the phone began buzzing again, muffled this time in my sheets.

  Sean growled and buried his face into my still damp hair. “Zach.”

  “Not T…”

  “No.”

  Morning and the rest of the world threatened to invade our private island. Reality, nasty filthy god-awful thing that it was, brought Sean’s Taylor, my Marcus, the restaurant opening, and six years’ worth of separation and hurt back into our sanctuary. He frowned and I closed my eyes briefly and there was no helping what we both knew. Our night was over.

  When Sean showed up on my doorstep last night, storm soaked with desperate longing burning in his eyes, I’d given him everything. Anything. His obnoxious girlfriend Taylor Roth ceased to exist. And Marcus? I didn’t even know what we were enough to know if I’d just cheated on him. He escorted supermodels and actresses to his fancy events where paparazzi could photograph him with the right kind of woman. They didn’t want to see the handsome, billionaire bachelor dating a plus-sized nobody librarian. And that wasn’t just his choice. I didn’t want opinion columnists waxing on about how I just needed to join a gym and stop eating ice cream and cookies every night. I didn’t want any gossip blogger guessing at whether I enjoyed the kinky stuff Marcus Giovanni was rumored to partake in.

  I didn’t want anyone to find out that I did.

  But Taylor did exist and even though I found her behavior to be atrocious, even if she was gorgeous in a way I never would be, she didn’t deserve Sean’s ex-girlfriend sweeping in and fucking him four (or was it five?) times in one night just because she’d never gotten over him.

  Or him her, apparently.

  And it was bad enough that sometimes in deep play scenes, especially the ones where Marcus had me tied and blindfolded, I came screaming Sean’s name instead of Marcus’s. Marcus had always been good enough to dismiss the slight considering he pretended to date other women.

  Guilt edged in. Guilt and longing and love and anger and now, even after everything we played at last night, I wanted answers on why he left me six years ago without so much as a goodbye.

  I looked up and found Sean gazing at me with his serious blue eyes and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

  “You were always so beautiful the morning after,” he murmured and reached to tuck a strand of blonde hair out of my eyes. “You glow. I’ve never been with anyone who enjoys pleasure as much as you do.”

  I blushed a
nd reached to take his hand from my face. I kissed his palm. “Flatterer. We should get up.”

  “No. I don’t want to.” He took my wrist and pushed me over gently so I rolled onto my back. He flicked the top of the blanket aside to expose my naked body in the morning sunlight. He sucked in a breath and hesitantly explored my skin with his fingers and eyes.

  “Shit. Kara. I didn’t realize…”

  I winced when he touched my tender nipple and he gentled his touch when he outlined my heavy breasts. One glance and I realized he’d left trails of soft, bluish bruises across my skin where his eagerness and passion had gotten the better of him. I usually didn’t like being marked, but this time I didn’t mind. In fact, seeing them sent a tremble of pleasure through my body and a throb of longing between my legs.

  “They’re kind of beautiful, too,” I whispered. He swallowed and made a soft throaty moan as he followed the tiny bruises around the curve of my breast and along my sides to my hips where they were slightly larger and darker.

  He lowered his mouth to kiss a particularly dark blue bruise. “I should have been gentler. You wear my marks well, though. You always did.”

  I held my breath, too afraid to move for fear that he’d flee at the first indication that I didn’t want him to. In the bright morning light I couldn’t help but notice how wrong all this was, even if my body had never felt brighter.

  Sean pushed himself up in one fluid movement, his muscles working beneath his smooth, honey dark skin. He leaned back against my bed, his knee raised and an arm propped on it. He gazed down at me, his messy brown hair fell across his forehead and he just killed me. That was one thing I’d never forgotten, just how handsome he was.

  Six years ago we’d had one last night together and in the morning I woke and he was gone. No word. No goodbye. No forwarding number. Just gone and me left without answers.