Filthy Secret

I frown at the ceiling. I’d had the beginnings of a pretty decent speech about how good Blaine was to me, how much my friends adored me, and how I treasured my life. But the words die on my tongue before they’re even given a chance at life.

He used the word should. Should, should, should. I should have loved him. I should be grateful. I should want that wedding and I shouldn’t want this.

I don’t want this.

Maybe, deep down I wasn’t sure about that life. There were so many intricacies I felt I had to navigate, after all, but that doesn’t mean I’d choose this.

Disregarding my internal struggle, Cade grips his cock, sliding his fist up and down the immense length of it until it’s rigid again. He reaches down with the other hand and undoes the cuff clasps on my ankles, allowing my legs to fall open around his hips for a second before he hooks them over his elbows, bending me in half as he moves over top me.

“Cade-”

He eyes me with a scolding look, and holds my gaze as he sinks in, giving me only a few slow pumps before he starts fucking me so hard my breasts bounce each time his hips slap against mine. Within seconds I’m gasping, groaning, and hissing as I try to fight the onslaught of sensation. Pleasure. Pain. Ecstasy. Agony.

“That’s right, Lyra. It’s me fucking you. My cock inside you, my hands on your perfect body, my mouth kissing those gorgeous lips.”

My back arches, trying to throw him off, but he releases my legs and quickly flips me over. My arms are twisted but he rights them, then he shoves my legs apart with his knees, yanks my hips back, and pushes back inside me.

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“I plan to.”

His body leans over mine as he pumps his hips. The top of his pelvis bumps against my ass, reminding me that he shoved a plug inside it. I try to clench, but he knees my legs to spread them wider and grips my hips to assist with his violent thrusts. The head of his cock rubs a spot inside me, something I’ve never felt before. Involuntary grunts and groans slip out of my lips, and he laughs as he moves that hand between my cheeks to toy with the plug.

“You think that feels good now, just wait until I’m buried in your ass.” “Oh, God, no!”

“You can beg whoever you want but it’s gonna happen, sweetheart. I’ll fuck your mouth, your ass, your sweet pussy. You won’t be able to walk by the time I’m done with you.”

His thrusting grows rougher, then without warning he fists my hair and yanks my head back, turning my gaze toward the mirror on the dresser. “Look at us, baby.” He holds my head and palms my ass before he jerks my hips up, then gives one cheek a hard slap. “Watch how good I fuck you. Watch how much you like it.”

Tears blur my vision, but it doesn’t distort the reflection of the man on the bed, rippled with muscle from head to toe. Or the girl in front of him, her back arched, hands bound to the headboard, knees spread. He’s using her like a toy, groping her breasts, her thighs. Clutching her ass. Cade releases my hair, but I don’t turn my eyes away as he pulls my hips higher, pushing my chest flat to the bed. The girl in the reflection is positioned the same, her ass in the air, the man’s hips hitting it so hard her thighs shake.

That’s me.

It’s my body. With Cade on top of it. Cade fucking me so hard. I close my eyes and try to turn away, but he jerks my head back and holds it there again. It’s pornographic. Obscene. Unwanted pleasure surges inside of me at the sight, because I’m nothing but an object now. I’m a toy for him to play with, for him to use as he sees fit. My pussy clenches on cue and I gasp, tears burning behind my eyes.

“Please… Cade, I’m begging-”

“I know, baby. I’ll give it to you.”

He keeps his hold on my hair, his other hand snaking under my body and cupping my pussy. A choked, desperate sound leaves my lips as his fingers circle my clit. My hands clutch at the pillows, back arching to open me up more to his thrusts. Cade laughs softly and slaps my ass again, then palms over the sting.

“That’s it. You gonna be my good girl or you still wanna lie?” He slaps my ass again and I yelp. “Try to tell me you love him now. Say it, Lyra.”

I find his gaze in the mirror then immediately turn away. “I… I do… I swear-”

“So many lies. Guess I have to fuck you harder.”

Another slap, then I gasp as he pushes his hand between my shoulder blades, pinning my upper body with my gaze on the mirror. His abs flex, and my thighs shudder each time his hips hit mine. “Please,” I beg again, but I don’t know what for. I don’t ask him to stop. It’s no good, and my body is pulsing, primed for another release. I can’t fight it. The pressure builds, and as it does, I turn into a speechless, blubbering mess of noises and wordless whimpers. It’s pathetic, and each time I manage to make a sound Cade thrusts harder. Faster. Rougher.

When the pleasure crests, I scream in an attempt at protest, but it only melts into a moan. I claw the pillowcases as if I can escape the sensation. I can’t catch my breath or think straight. All I can feel is his hips against mine, his chest slick when he lays over my back, his cock as it pushes in and out over and over and my pussy tightens to the point of pain.

“You’re all mine, Lyra. My girl. My lover. My fucking wife.” He lays his body over mine and cups my throat, still thrusting as he kisses the corner of my mouth. “There’s no one else for you, baby. There’s never been

anyone but me. Now come again. Fucking come for me.”

He holds my jaw, but shoves one of his hands between my legs, holding his fingers to my clit as he continues to pound into me. The orgasm had started to fade, but with his frantic fingers, pumping hips, and the visual sight of us in the mirror it builds up again and I wail when it bursts open. My thighs twitch, pussy clenching over. I’m breathless, unable to protest when his cock thickens and he lets out a deep, desperate growl. He came inside me again. And again, as he softens, he fucks it deeper.

I’m a teary mess when Cade finally stills, pressing soft kisses to my shoulders and neck. He says nothing as I weep, just holds me in his arms, his too big body on top of my smaller one.

Eventually, his cock slips out, along with a trickle of fluid that he promptly reaches down to push back in. The action brings a fresh round of tears, but he shushes me, reaching up to release my arms from the bed frame. He doesn’t take off the cuffs, but he folds me into his chest, cradling me as I let the sobs wrack my tired, sore, still trembling body.

“I know, baby. I know.” His forehead rests against the back of my neck. “We wasted so much time, yeah? But no more. Never again. You’re here

with me. I’m gonna love you like you deserve.”

I want to laugh but I’m too weak, too bewildered. Love me like I deserve? Did I deserve this? Cade tying me to the bed and using me like a doll? Fucking me like this was something we planned? Like he’s my longlost lover instead of the guy I need to be taken away from because he’s far too obsessed.

“I have dinner for us.” He says after his breathing has slowed, turning my body so I’m forced to gaze at him. “All fresh. All grown here.”

There’s so much pride in his voice it stirs my curiosity, softens the anger for a heartbeat before I rally it again. It’s easy, especially when he moves and the ache between my legs intensifies. My thighs are sticky from his cum leaking out of me and I wince.

“We’ll have dinner, but we’ll fuck again tonight. I’ll fuck you as often as you need, Lyra. And I won’t ever bring him up again. Neither will you, alright? You’re mine. All of you is mine.”

He pulls me close, lips pressing into my hair, one arm tight around my back as his other hands slides lower, cupping the space below my belly button. His cum is inside me, leaking out onto my thigh, and I can’t help but remember that when I woke up, this all felt like a bad dream.

But it’s a nightmare. And I have no idea how it will end.