Secrets (Passion Shields) (3 page)

"Stop overanalyzing things and do as I say. You know the code to the door. Call me back from the phone in there when you've opened the door." He
didn't give her a chance to argue and hung up.

Now she was even more curious as to what he had in mind. The study was Ben's sanctuary
, and she just went in there on the rare occasions he invited her in. Her having the door code was only supposed to be for an emergency.

Since it was play day, strictly she shouldn’t ask questions. But the normal rules were out of the window with the arrival of Beatrice. Selina couldn’t follow them to the letter with another person in the house. Playing their g
ames in the presence of a third party was a non-negotiable limit for her. So Ben would have to find an inventive way to get around the restriction.

Selina walked down the hallway. Putting her head against the wood, she listened at the door of the spare bedroom. No sound came through. Beatrice must've been fast asleep. Feeling a little bit more confident that whatever Ben had planned wouldn’t be interrupted, she keyed in the code to his study. The lock clicked. She twisted the handle and pushed the door open.

Butterflies fluttered in her belly
, her shoulders tightening with nervous tension. It was her first time in this room alone. She paused, taking in the sight and scents, letting it soothe her.

She loved the sanctuary of
his study. It smelled of wood, leather, cigars, and Benjamin. The wall behind his large solid mahogany desk was lined with wooden shelves stacked full with books—old and rare out-of-print hardbacks as well as newer ones.

The chair was covered in the softest dark brown leather that matched the
two-seater sofa leaning against the opposite wall. Above the sofa was another canvas painting of a family of wild lions relaxing on the Serengeti landscape. The outer wall was nothing but a double-insulated glass sliding door leading to the balcony that ran around the side of the building. The view was unobstructed with clear sight of the River Thames and Chelsea Bridge.

Blue sky and bright sunshine drew her to open the door. The faint sound
s of a train moving along the tracks and the cars in the distance were carried in the brisk wind. Though the sun was out, the wind held a slight chill. She closed her eyes allowing the sunrays on her face for a few brief moments. Taking one final breath of crisp air, she slid the door shut and locked it.

H
er nerves more settled, she returned to the chair behind the desk, picked the phone and dialed Ben's number again. He answered it at once.

"Lock the door and take the robe off," he said without preamble.

Chapter Three

To say that her heart was racing would've been an understatement. After an initial leap as if it would have exited her throat, the vital organ pounded against her chest with the force of excitement.

With knees threatening to buckle,
Selina swayed to the door and secured it, ensuring that her sister-in-law couldn’t walk in on whatever Benjamin had planned for her.

She
returned to the desk, the soft wool of the carpet cushioning her bare feet. At the desk, she removed her robe, folding it neatly the way she knew Benjamin preferred and leaving it on the chair. While she was happy to remove her clothes and toss them aside, Benjamin preferred a tidy environment. And she'd learned to please him by adopting his style.

Even now, knowing he wasn't here, she still did it anyway because it made her feel as if she was in his presence.
And he would keep her safe regardless of the physical distance between them.

She picked up the phone where she'd left it on the table.

"I've done as you instructed," she said, glad that her calm voice hid her trembling excitement.

"Good girl," he said.

Approval. She'd pleased him. A warm glow bloomed in her chest, cheery and bright, curling her lips in a happy smile.

"Now, put the phone on speaker and leave it on the desk."

When Benjamin was in this mode, his voice acquired an intense, thick quality like a baritone. The fierce and vivid cadence washed over her, mesmerizing her into compliance, the sexiest thing she'd ever heard.  Inside her body mellowed, liquid surging within her core.

She obey
ed and stood back, waiting for his next instruction. This was exactly what she loved. The freedom to just be and enjoy this lull in their otherwise hectic existence without guilt or scorn. She didn’t have to think about a thing, just followed his commands, knowing that she pleased him by doing so, also knowing that he would fulfill her needs.

It was always an exchange
, his command for her obedience, his pleasure for her fulfillment.

"Stand in front of the desk and present yourself."

A frown creased her forehead, and she paused, her analytical brain kicking in. Benjamin wasn't there. He couldn’t see her through the phone. So how could she present her body to him when he couldn’t see her?

She stared at the phone about to state the obvious but bit her lower lip instead.
The rules meant she couldn't talk unless asked a question that required a response.

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

How did he know she was hesitating?

"No, Benjamin."

Unnerved and with a quick glance behind as if she was expecting him to be standing there, she stood in  front of the desk, back upright, shoulders squared, chest pushed out, her arms behind her back and feet shoulder-width apart, holding her body still the way he'd taught her.

"
Turn around, slowly."

Strange
. Still, she did as he instructed, heat sweeping over her body. In her mind's eye she pictured his all-seeing gaze on her. Tingles spread as she came to stop facing the desk again. He clit pulsed, aching with arousal. She wanted to pull her legs together. Knowing it would be going against Benjamin's wishes, she didn't.

"Take the clip out of your hair."

How did he know she had a hair clip on? Her gaze swept the room, searching. She couldn't see anything that looked like a camera. Despite the intrusion, the notion of being watched by Benjamin had her womb clenching with exhilaration.

Standing naked in front of anyone else would kill her. Humiliate her. Strip away the dignity she'd fought to regain since the attack that resulted in her scars. Her husband
knew it. He'd never allowed anyone else to catch a glimpse of her bare body. She pictured him sitting at his office desk watching her via a video feed.

W
as it intrusion since he owned her body? Was he sitting alone in his office playing with his massive erection while watching her naked?

"Do you want to say something, Selina?"
He sounded amused.

"Can I ask a question, please?"

"I will answer any questions you have later. But for now you are to simply obey me."

She bit her lip, her frown even more pronounced.

"If you want to stop, you know what to do," he added in a matter-of-fact tone.

If she stopped the session, then he would have to answer her questions.
It would also mean giving up any thrill or release she would've gotten out of the session. She'd gotten angry with him earlier because she'd thought he was abandoning play day. If this was his way of making it up to her, she couldn’t miss the opportunity.

Letting out a sigh, she
unclipped her hair and allowed the thick untamed dark tresses to cascade down her shoulders and back.

"I don't want to stop."

In this moment, he was in charge, and she trusted him to keep her safe.

"That's your second display of
insubordination today. Anymore and I will suspend the rest of play day until I've punished you appropriately. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Benjamin
," she replied, her head tilted down, her gaze glued to the clawed feet of the mahogany desk. One thing was certain, she couldn’t afford to screw up or get any more demerits than she already had coming to her.

"In the bottom right hand drawer of the desk, there's a small bag. Go and retrieve it."

Without hesitation she walked around the desk and bent to open the drawer.

"There's noth
ing more beautiful than your ass exposed to me like that, except your pussy. But I'll get to that in a moment."

A shocked gasp escaped her lips. He
could
see her! She lifted her head.

"Be still, beauty. I want to look at your lovely plump behind."

She remained bent over, her hands now propped on the desk top, shaking with both excitement and fear.

He's watching me!
How?

"I love looking at it. But even better, I love touching it."

Her breath held, locked in her throat, her pulse rate increasing.

"I love the smoothness of the skin and the way it wobbles when I spank it, the way it yields to my touch, just like you yield to my command."

Her womb clenched several times as she remembered his caresses. The way he would trace the callused pad of his fingers over her bum, the firmness of his palm when it connected with her skin in a smack. She had to admit that when the spanking was for her pleasure rather than a tool of punishment, she enjoyed it.

"And your lovely tight hole
… one day I'm going to breach it."

Blood surged in her veins, pounding in her ears.

"Fill you up so you won't know where you end and I begin."

Her ass clenched tight.

"Fuck you so hard, you will pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all."

Her
breathing came in short spurts. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room. Her heart was beating so hard she almost felt faint.

"Would you like that, my beautiful Selina?"

"Yes," she breathed out in a soft gasp little more than a whisper, her voice breathless, and air barely getting into her lungs.

Her head swam with all the images he'd placed in there with his words. He
r mind reeled with all the possibilities. Flames of desire licked her skin. She held firm to the table afraid she would collapse on the floor in a trembling heap of arousal.

While they'd played and she'd fantasized about it, nothing more than his tongue and finger had ever
touched her back entrance before. Would he fuck her there today? She turned her head to look behind her.

"One day soon, but not today," he answered her silent question, the laughter in his voice obvious.

She shivered. The intuitive way he read her was uncanny.

"Now, take the bag out and empty the
contents in a corner of the sofa."

She pulled out the soft cloth black bag and
straightened seductively. It was amazing how much little words of admiration could affect her confidence. Now she sashayed to the couch, releasing her inner sex kitten with every deliberate step. Knowing he was watching her and that he liked her back view so much, she bent over exposing her ass and sex again as she emptied out the bag.

"Good
girl," he said. A smile played on her lips.

The items on the sofa
sent her pulse racing again. There was a large silicone dildo, a transparent glass vibrator with an anal stimulator, a pair of diamond studded nipple clamps with magnetic chain links, and a white tube of lubricant.

One day, he'd
presented the boxed items as a gift to her. They were for her use. Never having owned a sex toy, she'd soon discovered how much Ben loved using them on her.

"Anything that blows your overactive mind is a good gadget
," he'd said then.

"Sit in the sofa
. Spread your legs apart."

She did so, her body sinking into the leather
, the softness stroking her back.

"As I'm not there with you, you're going to have to follow my instructions diligently. No hesitations. No coming until I say so."

"Yes, Benjamin," she whispered as anticipation and arousal fought for dominance in her veins.

"
First, I want you to show me how you touch your body with your hands. Prepare yourself for me."

Sighing she leaned back on to the sofa, tilting her head back to rest on the top. Then she lifted her right hand stroking her neck downward, her skin soft and sensitive. Her left hand stroked from her belly upwards, the scars
there rough and hard. The contrast in textures fueled her desire.

Carrying out his instructions meant he
experienced each physical stroke and each tangible caress vicariously. She appreciated this connection they shared. It was as real as Benjamin caressing her body himself.

S
he palmed her breast, weighing the right one the way he did, then the other before squeezing the flesh of each with her hands. A moan escaped her lips as pleasure zinged around her body.

Rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefinger, she tugged the
tips until they hardened into points, electric vibes making her clit throb as she played with each nipple. Her womb clenched with need, and she knew she couldn’t ignore it any more.

She slid her h
and down over the smooth lips of her sex she'd shaved in the shower this morning. Benjamin had always preferred her body hairless except on her head.

"I
don't want anything hiding you from me. Not your clothes and not the hair," he'd said to her once. So she shaved her legs and sex every other day.

"That's right. Open yourself. Let me see that tight little bundle," he said now, his voice deep, his tone controlled. But she detected a roughness in there as well.
He was aroused. Knowing how much she affected her control freak of a husband, she smiled.

Using both hands, she parted the lips, revealing her
erect clitoris.

"So pink and beautiful. It's crying out for my tongue, isn't it, Lina?"

"Yes!" Her voice was breathless, a shiver running down her spine.

"Flick your index finger around it. Imagine
it's my tongue tracing a circle on your clit."

S
he did so, and a thrill coursed through her body enhanced because she pictured her husband's rough tongue teasing her.

"That's right. I'm licking it, coaxing your clit until it's erect and swollen
."

She panted,
fever rushing over her body.

"Dip a finger into your pussy and show me how wet you are."

Gasping with delight, she thrust her middle finger inside her soaked channel. When she withdrew it, the digit was coated in her juice up to the second knuckle, glistening in the bright daylight.

"I love that you're so respons
ive to me. It is me touching you, right?"

"Yes, Benjamin. Your tongue is caressing my clit, making me wet."

"Good girl. Pick up the vibrator and fill your pussy with it. Slowly. I want to see your pussy swallow it up," he said. "Don't turn it on yet. If you need lube then use some."

Ignoring the lube, s
he picked up the glass sex toy. She tilted her hips up and inserted the bulbous tip, crying out softly as the cool smooth surface penetrated her.

"That's it. Push it all the way in."

She followed his words. The object widened her insides, warming as it went in, leaving her body feeling full. When it was completely fitted, the anal extension brushed against her back hole.

Her arousal spiked, her channels contracting around the vibrator though it wasn't on yet. If she turned it on it wouldn’t take long for her to climax
, as her body was already wound so tight.