Betrayed: Keeping her in the Dark Vol. 3 (9 page)

Liam

“Dammit Jane! Do you ever shut the fuck up?” I yelled as soon as Norah was out of ear shot. 

“She didn’t know? You didn’t tell her?” Jane asked. 

“No, I didn’t. And considering you are getting a girlfriend for Will here, I think you are in no place to judge me about it.” I stood up and threw my napkin in my plate.

“Please see yourselves out, I have to go see where to sign my divorce papers and split up half my stuff.” I started upstairs to my doom. 

Chapter Seven

Liam

I opened the bedroom door and she was standing in the corner with her back to me. I shut the door behind me because I didn’t want the staff to hear my ass chewing, even though I deserved it. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked but still didn’t turn to face me. 

“I thought you would be angry,” I kept my voice in a whisper. 

“Well you were right, I am.” She turned to face me. “But I’m not angry that you went, I’m angry that you lied.”

“Lied? I didn’t lie to you. You never asked me if I went to a sex club.” 

“Don’t be cute!” she shouted.

 “I can’t help it, I was born this way,” I knew a joke wasn’t appropriate at the moment but I tried for one anyway. 

“I asked you about your meeting, Liam! I asked you what you did while I was gone and you said you didn’t do anything!” 

“I didn’t do anything, Norah! Nothing happened!” I was shouting now. “We went, I watched some strippers and I came home, that’s it!” She moved around the bed to the end and put her knee on the end of the bed. 

“Is that what you call nothing? Watching naked women is nothing? And how do you explain the lap dance? Is that nothing too?” 

“Please calm down, Norah and yes it is nothing. I have not seen another woman in my life that compares to you, you know that,” I was trying to be consoling and moved closer to her. 

“Stop being cute! I’m mad and this is serious! I don’t mind you looking at naked women, I’m not a complete prude. That lap dance bothers me only because I know she was touching you. It’s the lying that bothers me.”

 “I didn’t lie,” I stated again.

 “Lies by omission are still lies, Liam! Spin it the way you want but you still kept something from me that was important information.” I lowered my head but then looked back at her right in her eyes.  I was wrong. I was wrong and I knew it. What I did was wrong and I just needed to let her be mad and accept it.

 “Yes I did.” 

“Is this what you tried to tell me the other night but couldn’t?” she asked. 

“Yes.” I didn’t look at her. 

This part was true. I was trying to tell her the other night. But it wasn’t the sex club or lap dance I was so worried about. It was what I did to the lap dancer, it was sleeping on the floor next to another woman, it was having another woman’s hand on my dick that I was really worried about. 

She crossed her arms against her chest and let out a deep breath. 

“Norah,” I locked eyes with her. “I am so sorry. It was wrong. I was wrong. Before the lap dance was even over I knew it was bad idea to go there.” I stepped closer to her. “I shouldn’t have been there. I should have flown out to see you or stayed at home alone.” 

“It isn’t fun to be the only person in the room that doesn’t know something,” she huffed at me. “It isn’t fun being the only one in the dark, having people know things about your husband that you don’t.” 

I took her hands in mine. I was beginning to be over this argument. I didn’t like having to explain myself to her, but I knew that was part of being married. I felt like I had explained myself enough at this moment and just wanted to move on. 

“I know and I apologized for that. I did something wrong and I have said I’m sorry. Can we please drop it?” 

“Did you like it?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. “I mean, is that what you want? She said you enjoyed watching them, I assume they weren’t playing cards.” She was now fidgeting with her hands. I touched her chin and made her look at me. 

“No. I want you. You know what I like. I love our sex life, I love our sex games and when we go to the basement and when we don’t, I love us in the shower and the tub, and when you play hard to get and even when I let you take control.”

“Liam, I just don’t want that to be the kind of life you want and I can’t give it to you. Sex clubs…don’t interest me.” 

“But I interest you, right?” I pulled her waist to me. 

“Do you think being cute will get you out of trouble?” she asked and pushed my face out of hers. 

“Am I still in trouble?” I was trying to be cute. 

“You can’t lie to me, Liam.”

“I know.” 

“I’m not the girl in the basement anymore, I’m your wife, and you have to be honest with me.” 

“Yes.” 

“Full disclosure.” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” I was so close to her mouth. My lips were touching hers.

“Can I kiss you now, please?” She nodded and I took her mouth. I held her head in my hands and kissed her like I was sorry, because I was. I never meant to diminish our relationship or lie to her. Even though that was what I had done and was still doing by not telling her about my actions during the lap dance and running into Samantha. 

But I didn’t let that bother me when I felt her hands on my pants. She pushed me back on the bed and unbuckled my pants and quickly unzipped them. She took me in her hand and stroked me. 

“Norah, good lord...” I laid back on the bed as she knelt between my legs. I heard her spit on my cock and then she licked it like it was a lollipop. I looked up and she kissed the head. I loved to watch her tongue move over me. She flicked her tongue over the top to gather a little moisture that pooled there. She moved her hands to the base of my cock and took me all the way in her mouth. I felt it when my tip hit the back of her throat. She moved her head back and forth and I groaned and rested my head back on the bed. I sucked in a deep breath of air and leaned back up to watch her work. 

I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this. Nothing. I had done nothing to deserve this.

 A moment ago I was worried she was going to call a lawyer and demand for a divorce and now her tongue was torturing my dick with pleasure. I didn’t deserve it and I didn’t deserve her. But it didn’t stop me from accepting it. 

I sat up and ran my hands through her hair. 

“I don’t deserve you,” I panted. She was licking, sucking and bobbing up and down on me and it felt amazing. At one point she pushed me all the way to the back of her mouth again and I felt her swallow. 

“What the fuck are you doing to me, little one?” I panted. 

“You’re so beautiful, Liam,” she panted as she ran her hands over my wet length. “You have the most beautiful dick,” she licked it again like a lollipop.  

“I love having you in my mouth,” she panted. I pressed her head back to my crotch. 

“And I love being in your mouth. Suck me, little one,” I pushed and pulled her back and forth. “Make me come, Norah.” She created suction in her mouth and slid her tongue over the tip as she sucked. “Fuck, Norah…I’m gonna come….I’m gonna come, baby.” I relaxed my head back and griped her head with my hand as I released in her mouth. “Fuck, Norah!” She slid me out of her mouth and kissed the tip again which made me twitch. 

“Where did you learn that?” She crawled on top of me and straddled my waist. “The swallowing and all the suction…” I panted. “You’ve never done any of that before.” I covered my face with my hands. She just giggled. I pushed her off of me and curled myself into a ball with my back to her.

 “After that deep throating, I’m going to need a little more recovery time than normal.” She kept giggling and started rubbing my back.

Norah

I was angry. The next morning I was still angry. I couldn’t explain my need to have him last night, and I knew it made him feel like I had forgiven him that easily, but I was still angry.  This was the reason he all the sudden started wearing his wedding ring and I knew it. He acted like it was because he loved me and wanted to honor me. But it was because he felt guilty! He knew he had been keeping something from me and he felt guilty about it. 

I sat at my desk and tapped my pen against the keyboard. I was trying to decide if I should continue planning his party or not. In my current mood I didn’t feel like celebrating the day my husband was born. 

I wasn’t angry at Liam because he looked at a naked woman or even took part in a lap dance. He didn’t do anything most men hadn’t done at a bachelor party or night out with the boys. It was the lying that hurt me. Lies by omission. 

He thought by not telling me things he was keeping me safe. He had always felt that way. He lied to me when he bought me. He lied to me when he left me standing in a hotel room and now he had lied to me about this. 

He kept me in the dark because he thought it was what was best for me. As much as he tried to make me feel like an equal, he still treated me like his submissive. More like a child sometimes. He told me what he thought I needed to know, but not the entire the truth. 

Not to mention, I had no idea what he was keeping me safe from now. He didn’t lie to me about the sex club for my benefit. He lied for himself. He didn’t want me to know because he thought it would be another argument. When in reality, if he had just told me after it happened, specifically when I asked him about his weekend, I wouldn’t have cared. It was the hiding it and it coming out in front of our friends. He made me look like a fool. 

I didn’t know how to change that about him. We made it over this issue once and then Nick Meyers came in our lives.

 Now he coddled me like a child again. He tried to tell me where to go, what to say, and he kept his concerns from me. Although a stripper and sex club didn’t really qualify as a concern. It was more like his selfish, pigheaded, caveman need for pleasure 24/7. 

I swallowed my pride for the moment and started making calls. I had several events coming up and I had a business to run. The basic plans for Liam’s party were done, all I had to do was decide on a gift, send out invitations and of course decide if I wanted to have the party in the first place. 

I took a late lunch and went by the printers to check on invitations for several parties as well as Liam’s. I had three weeks until Liam’s party, so I needed to get them out now. It was only inviting sixty five people, so if I decided not to have it, I could get my team involved to make calls and tell everyone. 

I picked up the invitations for the other parties and told the printer to send out the ones for Liam’s party. I gritted my teeth while I did it, because I was still angry. 

When I walked out of the printer’s office I ran into Jane. I literally ran into her and dropped one of the boxes of invitations I had under my arms.

“Norah, I’m so sorry, let me help you,” she bent down with me and helped me pick them up. I didn’t look in her eyes when we stood back up. 

“Norah. I’m really sorry about last night. I had no idea Liam hadn’t told you.” I held up my hand. 

“Yeah, I got that. Look, don’t worry about it. It isn’t your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong. I guess the lesson is if you try to lie to your spouse about something, you better make sure everyone else is on board.” I shoved the boxes in my bag. “Listen, I do have something I need to tell you and I don’t want Liam to know.” She gave me a confused look but we walked over to the coffee shop on the corner and sat at an outside table. 

“I’m planning a surprise party for Liam’s 30
^th
birthday at the end of the month.” I went on and explained some of the plans I had and the people I had invited. 

“Oh, Norah that is so sweet!” The waitress came over and we both ordered some coffee. 

“Jane, I wanted to ask you...” but she interrupted my thoughts. 

“He really didn’t do anything major, Norah. He just watched. He got several offers and there were lots of places he could have gone so we couldn’t see what he was doing, but he never did. When the girl got out of hand, he jumped up and told her he was married. He was very clear about that.” I wasn’t sure how clear Liam actually was about his being married, but that conversation was for another time. 

“No, I didn’t want to ask you about that.” I cleared my throat and pushed my hair off my face. “I wanted to ask you about this new three person relationship with Will? Is this something you really want?” She lowered her head and then looked back at me. 

“It’s not a secret that Will and I don’t have the loving relationship that you and Liam share. I mean, I love him, I really do, but he’s an asshole. He’s a sick man and the crazy part of the whole thing is I like his sick ass. When he comes up with these little plans for us to do something new, he makes it sound like it’s really my idea, but I’m not that stupid. At first I got a little scared, because I think he is going to find someone he likes more...” She paused and looked away while the waitress sat our coffee on the table. 

“I love him….ya know? I love him and I want him to be happy with me. Ever since I ran from him,” she paused again and looked down at her hands. “I feel like he keeps testing me. Like he’s sure I’m going to run away from him again, and he’s trying to push my limits.” I nodded like I understood, and I guess I did. 

“Jane, Will loves you too,” she interrupted me again. 

“No he doesn’t. He treats me like his little play thing, and I know it. He might care about me but he doesn’t love me…not like Liam loves you.” She laughed a little at herself. “You married the man that bought you to be his sex slave, Norah….I mean that’s huge.” She looked directly at me and we locked eyes. “I have gotten to know you in several different situations and I consider us friends.”

“I consider us friends too,” I added. 

“For a person as good as you are to marry a man that bought you…I mean he must be something special, Norah. And for a man like Liam to marry you….he must love you more than life. I wish we had that, but we don’t. Sometimes I feel like I’m hanging on by the skin of my teeth.”