Temptation Haven: Dirty Little Secrets

From Now On

“Thank you for dealing with him,” Lily said as she lowered her phone, looking up at Vance. “I don’t even know what you did. I don’t even want to know what you did, but thank you.”

Vance leaned back in his seat.

“You don’t have to thank me, Lily. I won’t have anyone threatening you. Not while I’m here.”

Lily stood and walked across the room toward him with a seductive, flirtatious smile. She stopped in front of him and slowly knelt between his legs, resting her hands on his thighs as she looked up at him. The fabric of her thin gown shifted with the movement, the soft material clinging to the curves of her body in a way that left little to the imagination. Her knees pressed into the carpet, and she could feel the heat of his body already radiating through the thin barrier of his sweatpants.

“Are you sure you don’t want a proper thank you?” she asked, blinking up at him.

Vance’s eyes darkened. He slowly ran his thumb over her cheek, then cupped her jaw and tipped her head up as he leaned down toward her. His palm was warm and steady, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth with deliberate care.

“Since you’re insisting on thanking me,” he said, his voice rough and low, “I expect you to show your gratitude properly.”

He kissed her, sucking on her lower lip until she melted into him and her lips felt soft and swollen. The kiss was slow at first, tasting of quiet control, then deepened as he claimed her mouth with growing hunger. When he pulled back, Lily’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants. She pulled them down and wrapped her hand around his c**k. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was already thick and stiffening in her palm. The weight of it settled against her fingers, warm and heavy, and she gave him a gentle squeeze that drew a low sound from his throat.

“May I suck you off, Master?” she asked in that soft, seductive voice.

“Do you even have to ask?” Vance replied.

Lily took that as her cue. She slowly licked the tip of his c**k before sliding the full length into her mouth. She worked her tongue over him, coating him in saliva as she sucked. One hand stroked the base while she took him deeper. The taste of him filled her senses, clean skin and the faint salt of arousal, and she hummed softly around the thick shaft as it stretched her lips.

Vance groaned, his hand settling in her hair.

“That’s it… take it. I want to feel you choke on it.”

Lily obeyed, pushing his c**k deeper into her mouth and continuing to suck him with focused hunger. She adjusted her angle, relaxing her throat as best she could, determined to give him exactly what he demanded.

Lily took him all the way to the base, forcing his c**k down her throat until she started choking on it. Thick saliva dripped down her chin as she gagged around him. Her eyes watered, but she kept her gaze locked upward, wanting him to see every second of her effort.

“Oh, f**k yes… that’s it, baby. Choke on my f*****g c**k,” Vance growled, his hand tightening in her hair.

Tears clung to her wet lashes as she looked up at him. She pulled back just enough to stroke him with both hands, her voice soft and needy. A thin string of saliva still connected her lower lip to the head of his c**k.

“I want to feel it in my p***y… Do you promise to f**k me if I suck you off well?” she asked, giving him cute puppy eyes.

Vance’s expression darkened.

“Don’t f**k with me, Lillian. Take that c**k back in your mouth.”

Lily chuckled under her breath and took him in again, but not as deep as he wanted. She teased him on purpose, licking and sucking only the head, swirling her tongue in slow circles that made his thighs tense beneath her hands.

That was enough to make Vance snap.

He grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his c**k all the way back down her throat in one rough thrust.

“Take that c**k, you little b***h,” he growled as he started f*****g her mouth without mercy.

Lily gagged helplessly, fingers digging into his thighs as she tried to pull back for air, but Vance held her firmly in place. He used her face like a personal, portable fucktoy, thrusting deep and steady while wet, filthy sounds filled the room. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the fabric of her gown. Her throat fluttered around him with every push, and the pressure only seemed to drive him harder.

“f**k… yes. This throat was made for my d**k, wasn’t it, you dirty slut? I’m going to stretch this f*****g throat until it remembers only my cock.”

He held her down for another few seconds before finally pulling out. Lily gasped desperately for air, eyes watery and face flushed. A thin trail of saliva still clung to her lip. Vance grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him, then slapped her lightly across the cheek. The sting was sharp but not cruel, more a reminder of who held control.

“Keep your eyes on me while I use you. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Master,” she breathed. “I will look at you while you use me.”

“Good bitch.”

He hauled her up and pushed her toward the couch, roughly yanking the flimsy gown off her body. Once she was naked, he shoved his sweatpants down and positioned her on her knees on the couch, pressing her chest against the backrest. The cool leather against her bare skin made her shiver. Her breasts pressed flat against the cushions, and she arched her back without being told, presenting herself fully.

He moved behind her and rubbed the thick head of his c**k up and down her soaked, slippery entrance. The heat of her was almost startling. She was dripping, the folds of her p***y already swollen and ready.

“f**k… you’re like a furnace down here. Burning for your master’s c**k, aren’t you?”

Lily bit her lower lip and pushed her hips back toward him like a hungry, desperate w***e who wanted nothing more than to be filled. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat as the blunt head of him parted her slightly.

Vance didn’t make her wait. He lined himself up and drove into her in one hard thrust, burying every inch inside her tight heat. The sudden stretch tore a sharp cry from her lips. Her walls clenched hard around the intrusion, trying to adjust to the thick length that filled her completely.

“Oh, f**k—” he groaned, throwing his head back.

Lily moaned loudly as he started f*****g her immediately, deep and rough, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs. The couch creaked under the force of his hips, and her fingers curled tightly against the backrest for balance.

“Whose cunt is this?” he demanded, slamming into her. “Say it.”

“It’s yours, Master,” Lily cried out. “Yours. I’ll never f**k anyone but you.”

Vance slammed into her hard, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. Lily’s p***y clenched around him as she came, legs trembling, a broken cry tearing from her throat. Pleasure crashed through her in waves, her body shaking as the orgasm rolled on without pause.

“Ahh—f**k! Master—!”

“That’s it, baby,” Vance growled, voice rough. “c*m on your master’s c**k. Cream all over it so I can f**k you even deeper.”

“f**k—ah, f**k me, Master! f**k me!” Lily screamed, completely losing herself as he kept thrusting through her orgasm. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around him, slick and desperate, trying to pull him deeper with every spasm.

Without warning he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and slammed back into her in one deep stroke. Lily’s eyes rolled back. The new angle let him sink even farther, the head of his c**k pressing against places that made her vision blur.

“Yes—!” she moaned loudly.

Vance hooked her legs over his shoulders and buried himself even deeper than before, hips snapping forward with heavy, wet slaps. The sound of his c**k ruining her cunt filled the entire living room. Lily shook under him with every thrust, moaning and gasping nonstop. Her heels dug into his back as she tried to pull him closer, needing more of the relentless stretch and friction.

They were so lost in each other that neither noticed the soft click of the front door. The housekeeper stepped into the living room and immediately froze. A sharp little gasp escaped her, drawing their attention.

Vance glanced over his shoulder but didn’t stop moving. He stayed buried deep inside Lily as he looked at the stunned woman. His hips continued their slow, deliberate grind, as if the presence of another person meant nothing.

“Prepare breakfast for two,” he said calmly. “Then leave us alone for the rest of the day.”

The housekeeper’s face turned bright red. She nodded quickly, shot one last shocked glance at her boss’s ass, and hurried toward the kitchen.

The second she was gone, Vance gripped Lily’s thighs tighter and f****d her even harder, as if the interruption had only made him more turned on. Lily came again, legs shaking over his shoulders, her cunt squeezing him so tightly it dragged him over the edge with her. The second climax hit harder than the first, tearing a raw sound from her throat as her body arched off the couch.

He buried himself to the hilt and groaned deep in his chest as he pumped her full of thick c*m. Pulse after pulse filled her, the heat of it spreading deep inside until she could feel the slight pressure of it. His hips jerked with the last few throbs before he finally stilled.

“f**k… yeah—”

He stayed inside her for a few seconds, breathing hard, then finally pulled out. c*m immediately began leaking from her. A thick trail of it slipped down between her cheeks and onto the couch cushion. Vance stood, pulled his sweatpants back on, and leaned down to kiss her lazily on the lips. The kiss was softer now, almost affectionate, though the claim in it remained clear.

“Go clean up and come down for breakfast,” he said, voice still rough.

Lily blushed as she sat up. She stood on slightly unsteady legs and walked naked toward the staircase that led upstairs. Vance stayed where he was, watching the way his c*m leaked down her thighs with every step she took. The sight of it, pale against her skin, sent a fresh surge of heat through him.

Fuck, he thought, already hardening again.

He was going to ruin that cunt some more later… until it memorized the exact shape of its master’s c**k. From now on, the only d**k that cunt would ever take was his.