Trigger warning: age gap, bdsm
Secrets Secrets are No Fun || Mister, Part 4
I typically keep my life private at work. So, pretending like I’m not dating my supervisor is fairly easy. Jane and Florence corner me in the break room. “You’re coming with us on the booster trip.” Jane demands. “Mister is bringing his kid brother.” I’m aware of this. I talk to Mister daily. “I heard he’s single.”
“He’s single,” I comment absently.
“So you’re coming.”
“Yes. Can I go home now?”
“Sure,” and Jane backs off.
I head to Mister’s house after work. His ex-wife’s belongings are no longer there and the risk of her returning is diminished. Mister doesn’t fear the former-Missus returning. He doesn’t want to put me in an awkward position. I appreciate this fact.
We sit near the fire and decompress from our day. “The girls are going to try and set me up with your brother.” He looks at me with a raised brow. “I’m not going to let them.”
“Good,” his hand grabs me by the throat and pulls my lips to his, “you’re mine.” I tremble under his touch. I try to be around him and go without sex. I really do. He’s just so delicious. I can’t help myself. Then he says something like, “who owns you?”
“You do, Sir.”
“That’s right.” I turn to face him with my hands at the band of his pants. “Yes?”
“May I?”
“May you what?” He knows what I mean to ask. He just likes to hear me say it.
“May I suck your cock, Sir?”
“You may…” he lifts his hips to help pull the pants down. I smirk as his erection is ready for my mouth. Not that I mind either way, hard or soft. I love feeling it swell in my mouth, too.
Mister’s hand glides down toward my ass to grab himself a handful. I feel the release. It follows quickly with a crack. My joggers are pushed out of the way and I feel the sting of his hand on my bare skin. I moan against his cock as it fills my mouth.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Mister groans, “they’ll go away.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, “let me get that.” My face scrunches. I’m not happy but I understand.
I pout as he slips his pants back up and gets up from our little cuddle den on the floor. I hear him at the door. There’s another man’s voice. There’s laughter. I fix my joggers and go to investigate.
“And here she is,” Mister is standing beside another man when I get to the front door. “Miss Doe, this is Adam. Adam, this is Miss Doe.” The younger Mister and I shake hands. “Adam is here a week early.”
“My job wrapped up early. I figured I would come see the big bro.” The two are fifteen years apart but there are obvious similarities. Physically, they are different years of the same model. I prefer the older. It is aged with experience. Then there is their laugh. It is identical. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Thankfully, their voices varied.
“The pleasure is all mine. Your brother has told me a lot about you.”
“I’m sure all horrible things.” Adam laughs. “He told me quite a bit about you.”
“He did?” I eye Mister. I wonder what he told his brother. How much of our relationship does the younger brother know?
“All good things.” Adam reassures me. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”
I shake my head but Mister nods, “just a little but you’re already here.”
“I can leave…”
“It’s fine.”
“We were going to get dinner started soon, anyway.” I slide in with the save. Food remedies everything.
“Awesome. I’ll get my bags.” Adam bounds out the door, leaving us alone.
“You’re a saint,” Mister hugs me into his arms for a kiss.
“Sometimes,” I reply.
After dinner, the boys clean the kitchen while I relax. I did the cooking. They can clean.
“You know she called me, right?”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“She wanted to know if you moved on.”
“And?”
“What was I supposed to say?”
“No!”
“I told her you were dating and that’s all I knew.”
“Well, she doesn’t have the right to know anything.”
“What happened between the two of you? It was as if over night your marriage disintegrated.”
“It was broken for a long time.” I hear him exhale. “That’s it.” I know the truth. Mister doesn’t keep it a secret. Well, not from me.
“Did you cheat on her?”
“Why does it have to be me to have cheated?” Mister snips.
“So, she did?” Yes, I think to myself.
“I begged for years to have an open marriage. She was adamantly against it. Then suddenly out of the blue she’s always busy with work. I’m not a dumb man. I confronted her about the affair. Then, I asked for the divorce.”
“But that’s what you wanted?” Adam sounds like me when I heard what story.
“It wasn’t the affair. I would’ve been happy for her to meet someone to fulfill her. It was the betrayal. She broke the trust.”
“Fair enough.”
“Not like I was asking you for your moral approval.”
“Whatever. Doe seems nice. Young but nice.”
“I don’t realize the age difference until someone says something about the age difference.” I hear Adam laugh. “She’s great. I enjoy her openness and…”
“The sex?”
“The sex is magical.”
“Does she have a sister?” Adam laughs. It’s cut short as Mister swats the man in the stomach. “What?!”
It’s time for me to leave. Adam is in the living room and Mister walks me out to my car. I see the sexual frustration burn behind the blues of his eyes. He pulls me close, his finger tips clutching to my hips. “If I could fuck you right now.”
“Why don’t you?” I tease.
“My brother might see.”
“So?” He loves my slutty side. He doesn’t wait to think himself out of it. He spins me around and yanks my pants down.
“Open,” his fingers press against my lips waiting for them to part. When they do, I suck his fingers. He pulls them and glides his wet fingers over my holes. “Where shall I fuck you?”
“Wherever you want, Sir.”
I jolt forward as he presses against me. “You said wherever I want,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to fuck your tight little ass.” I hear him spit onto his cock. “Relax.”
I exhale. He groans as the full length enters me. He thrusts with care. But care falls way to lust. Mister muffles my moans with a firm hand over my mouth. “Yes,” he hisses as the throbbing cock shoots ribbons inside of me.
He pulls my joggers up and tucks himself away. I turn to face him. “Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask.
“Very much so,” he kisses me. “I should let you go. My brother is bound to think something is up.”
“Something was,” I say with a cheeky grin.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.”
“Text me when you get home,” he plants one more searing kiss.
I hum, “I will.”
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Mister and I leave from my house. With his brother in town, our fun time must be at my humble abode. We can’t show up to work together. We take our own cars and park separately. To others, this might seem tedious. To us, it was a part of our fun.
Big sees me in the hall. He has been on his best behavior since the talk with Mister. It doesn’t stop the occasional conversation. “Howdy Miss Doe.”
“Howdy.”
“So, you going on the booster trip?”
I cringe. “Yes, I am.”
“Maybe I can, Uh, get you a drink.”
“No thanks, Big.”
“If you change your mind, I’ll be there.”
“Miss Doe,” I hear my salvation. It’s Mister. His tone is the one that melts me from inside out. “You’re needed in the main office.”
“Yes, Sir.” I watch the joy flicker in his eyes as the word rolls off my tongue.
I’m waiting for Mister in a t-shirt and panties when he arrives. I know he’s going to be in a foul mood. He’s returning from a meeting with the other administrators. Those meetings never go well.
The knock on my door proves that I am right. It’s sturdy and aggressive. The knock of someone with an axe to grind. I open it and he pushes his way through. His hand wraps around my throat and kisses me. I’m backed into the wall. Hands rip my shirt open as rough hands grope their way around. The thin fabric covering my body is reduced to rags with a tug.
My legs wrap around his head. I squirm as his teeth pinch my clit. “My fucking…” my voice trails off. It’s followed by a moan of glass shattering proportions.
“Do not cum,” he growls.
“Yes, Mister.” I pant as I keep myself from exploding.
My legs drop to the floor and he stands before me. “On your knees.” I obey but not fast enough. He grabs me by the hair and my knees slam into the floor. He’s angry. I love it. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me.
He has me by the hair while I crawl on my hands and knees. We stop in the living room. He sits on the couch and drapes me over his lap. “Hands together behind your back,” he commands. His tie wraps around my wrists.
Thwack! His hand lands against my flesh. The sting on my rear send prickles of ecstasy through my entire being. Another crack comes down. And another. And another.
Mister hums as his fingers dip inside of me. “Miss Doe, you’re dripping.” I whimper. He yanks me to my feet. “Turn around.” He kisses the reddened flesh on my rear. His tenderness is short lived. Mister tugs the tie free with his next command, “grab your ankles.” My body folds in half. I’m ready.
I hear the sound of a belt buckle. I anticipate a thrust. Instead, leather lashes across my flesh. I let out a cry as a welt forms instantly. Mister rubs my skin tenderly. But another crack comes across my skin. It’s better than any high. I anticipate the next lashing. It comes and I can’t help but moan.
After the last belt lashing, Mister finally surprises me with a filling. The sting of his nails grasping my flesh makes each railing more pleasurable than the prior.
“Please,” I beg, “let me cum, Sir.”
A firm thrust rocks me forward, “no.” I groan as my body wants to burst. It’s not allowed. I must wait. Mister doesn’t need permission. His favorite place to cum is in my mouth. It shoots to the back of my throat as he hold my face down against his body. Then it’s done.
“Come on,” he gives me a hand. “Shower and a cuddle?” I nod.
The aftercare is the second best feeling. The warm water rushing over the sore skin always makes my soul happy. Mister kisses my shoulder as the loofah glides over my skin. “I’m so proud of you,” he kisses my neck.
“Did you have a bad meeting?”
He huffs a laugh, “that’s an understatement.”
“Did I help?”
Mister turns me around in his arms, “you did.”
“Job accomplished.”
After our shower, Mister lays me on the bed. “I hate to think you did such a wonderful job and did not get to cum.” My legs hook over his shoulders. He’s gentle. It’s almost torturous with how slow he’s going. “Cum on my tongue, baby.” My body swells. Every slow motion bringing me closer to bursting. Until finally, with a fistful of my comforter, I erupt against his tongue and become a puddle of euphoria.
I dress and slip in between the sheets. Mister slips in next to me. Then we sleep.
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The day of the booster trip arrives. We’re heading to one of the local casinos in a chartered bus. I have to sit with my work friends even though I want to sit with Mister.
He arrives with Adam and my arm is swatted by Jane. “That’s him,” her eyebrows dance.
Mister shoves his brother into his seat. The two bicker and Adam looks in my direction. We play a delicate game letting Adam in one the our secret. Mister tells his brother almost everything and, at the time, Adam isn’t around to spill the beans.
When we arrive, Adam is corralled by Florence and Jane. We have to pretend to meet each other for the first time. Then the two women snigger and hit the slots.
“So,” Adam looks around to see if anyone can hear us that shouldn’t, “this thing with you and my brother. Is it the real deal?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you just in it for some kicks? Or do you care about him?”
“I care about him.” I feel defensive but I understand.
“Good. I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time. I’d like it to stay that way.”
“Me, too.”
Then we linked arms. “Shall we go have some fun?”
I’m playing poker with Adam as my guide. He’s not half bad. He leans over an whispers the next move into my ear. At the same time, I look up and see Mister walking through the concourse. He doesn’t look happy.
“What’s going on with Mister and you?” I ask.
“It’s nothing.” I look at Adam. “When you’re done here…”
We cash out and walk along the concourse together. I wait for Adam to speak up.
“The former-Missus asked me to talk to my brother. She wanted to make sure things were completely done. She’s been feeling nostalgic.” I’m looking at my feet. “I’ve known her since I was a toddler. She’s like my sister.”
“And what did your brother say?”
“I won’t break his confidence but you don’t have to worry about his ex-wife. They’re done.” I look at Adam with worried eyes. “I promise.”
“Is that why he’s mad?”
“That and I made a joke about testing to see if you were truly committed.” I wince. “Yeah. He didn’t think it was funny either.”
“I should find him.”
“He’ll be fine.” But I’m tapping away on my phone as Adam speaks.
I’m at the bar.
I can meet you.
I’m with the other admin.
Meet me somewhere else?
There’s a pause in the messages. I start to panic.
Five minutes near the garage entrance.
I exhale. “I’ll find you in a little bit.” Adam rolls his eyes.
My feet carry me through the casino. It is crowded but I manage. I hurry. I don’t know why I’m panicking. Maybe it is because I need to hear him say that things are over with his ex-wife. I never really worry about it. That is until now. I need his reassurance.
I see him standing there when I approach. He sees me and a small smile flickers on his face. He looks around as my hand reaches for his. “Come on,” he motions for me to follow him.
My heart skips a beat when we’re out of public view. He pulls me in for a kiss. I feel at ease. As if my worries are melting away under his touch. “Mister?” I whisper between his lips. “Are we okay?”
“Yes. Why wouldn’t we be?”
“Your brother…”
“Adam is an ass. Things with my ex-wife are over. I would have never started anything with you if I thought I could possibly still have feelings for her.” He holds my face. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than sure,” he presses his lips against mine. My mind is at ease.
We split off and find our way back to the bus. Big slips beside me as we get ready to load onto the bus. “I’m kind of sad we never got that drink.” I roll my eyes. “But,” Big leans in to whisper, “I’m kind of happy I didn’t. I’d hate to have Mister’s sloppy seconds.”