Dirty Bad Secrets(57)

He slapped my pussy, and the tears sprang.

“You’ll go? Go fucking where, Faye?”

“Anywhere,” I said. “I’ll just go.”

“You’ll run away will you? Turn tail and run because nasty, mean Andy found out all your dirty little secrets?”

Not all of them.

His fingers squeezed my cheeks, gripping my face hard, and he was angry, his eyes were so fucking angry. “Don’t you dare fucking try it. You aren’t going anywhere.”

I turned my face away from him, and let the tears fall. I didn’t even know why I was crying, I didn’t know why it hurt so bad to disappoint him. “Like I said, you wouldn’t understand. You’ll never look at me the same, now.”

“Jesus Christ, Faye, is that what you think? You think this shit changes anything? The only thing it changes is how much I want to ram my fist into that cunt’s twisted fucking face. I’ll tear him apart, Faye, I promise you.”

“He didn’t force me,” I insisted. “I swear he didn’t. I wanted it.”

“Coerced,” he snapped. “Putting it mildly.” He uncuffed my wrists, followed by my ankles, and I pulled my aching limbs up tight to me. “You can like whatever the fuck you like, Faye, we own a fucking sex club, but that guy is a fucking perverted asshole, and I don’t give two fucking shits what you have to say about his beautiful fucking philosophy. The guy’s a cunt.”

“Not always.”

“When it fucking mattered.” He lowered the rail and sat beside me. Solid hands coaxed me towards him, onto my side. “Just pray for his sake he never crosses my fucking path.”

I looked into his eyes and there was a whole playground of emotions there. Anger, and lust, and concern. But not disgust, and not the vaguest glimpse of hatred, not towards me.

It surprised me to see him care. I didn’t think he’d ever care again, not like he used to, not since I’d run away and left him to pick up my shit for three long fucking years. I’d been so stupid, so reckless, and crazy.

“He’s coming,” I admitted. “Vincent’s coming here, for me.”

“He can try it.”

“He will try it,” I said, under my breath. We sat in silence for long moments. “Do you still want me?” I whispered. “Like you did before?”

“Before what? Before I read that stupid fucking book?” he sighed. “Faye, look at the fucking state of me. I’m covered in my spit, your spit, fuck knows what else. I fucked a girl earlier that I’d have sworn I’d never have looked at in a million years. I let you choke the shit out of me like some crazy fucking sex demon, and now you’re asking me if I’ve still got the fucking horn?”

I smiled. “When you put it like that.” I held out my fingers and he gripped them in his. “I was jealous,” I whispered. “You were right.”

“I know I was right,” he said, ever modest.

“I’ll try to put a lid on it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would you try not to be jealous? I’m not planning on offering the same courtesy.”

It took a moment for the revelation to dawn. “You’re jealous?”

“Always,” he smiled. “I don’t play well with others, never was much of a sharer. Those fucking books drove me to insanity.”

I contemplated offering him Vince’s transcend base urges speech, but decided against it.

“You look surprised,” he said.

I shrugged. “Just didn’t think you’d be jealous. I didn’t think you cared enough. I didn’t even think you wanted me here.”

“Oh, come on, Miss Modesty. Cut the fucking bullshit. You know full well I wanted you here, you’d have been back out the front door in a heartbeat if I’d have seriously wanted you gone.”

“But you don’t want to share the club with me, either, do you?”

“Like I said, I don’t play well with others. I’m trying my best. This doesn’t mean life is peachy. You still walked away, I’m still angry that you did, and this is still my week. Quite a conundrum we’re facing, isn’t it?”

I rested my forehead against his thigh, still aware of the heat of him. “Can we solve this conundrum another day?”

“What else did you have in mind?”

I didn’t need to tell him, and he didn’t hang on to find out. His body was already responding to mine, his lips already parting for my tongue, his hands already travelling where I needed them.

This time there were no shackles on that gurney, no sub and no dom. There was only his body and my body, grinding together as we worked out our differences without words. He lifted my legs high upon his shoulders, and took me like it was a punishment, just how I wanted it. When I came, it was hard and fast, clenching tight enough to pull Andy straight over the edge after me.