Casey's Secrets (Full Trilogy) (7 page)

Casey’s Discovery:
Chapter 8

T
hey didn’t untie me at first. I didn’t really care because I probably wouldn’t have moved anyway. I watched in a daze as they donned their pants again and moved around the kitchen island. Water ran and a moment later the warm moist comfort of damp cloths began to rub gently at my sensitive flesh.

“Sorry about that,” Rick said, wiping the soft cloth over my cheeks and lips. “At least I missed your eyes. That shit stings if you don’t aim right.” I smiled up at him and he grinned.

“I liked the way you tasted,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Well that’s always a nice compliment. I bet you taste pretty sweet, too.” He rested a gentle kiss against my lips and then began tugging at the knots in the ropes while Max cleaned between my thighs. My body quivered when he rubbed a little harder over the sensitive bundle of my clit. I moaned and tilted my hips up toward him.

“Hold off,” he said, placing a hand on Rick’s shoulder. “You want to taste her? I think she’s good for another, aren’t you Case? You want Rick’s mouth sucking you off?”

My eyes fluttered shut at the idea of watching that blond head and those blue eyes between my legs, pleasuring me. I was too far gone to speak, simply tilting my hips up into Max’s touch again.

Max chuckled. “I’ll get the knots, you take care of her.”

“My pleasure,” Rick said before kneeling down again. He spread me wide open with his fingers and made a small humming sound before darting his tongue out for a taste. The hot, wet tip of his tongue teased just under the hood of my clit, toying with the piercing, then slid down and down, past my slick opening. He swirled his tongue lightly around my tight asshole, the unexpected sensation making me gasp in renewed pleasure.

He pulled away for a second, leaving his thumb against my tight, puckered opening. “Baby you’re gonna love getting your pretty little ass fucked, I promise you.”

Without another word he bent again and the slick tip of his tongue pressed harder, breaching that tight barrier while his fingers worked their way higher again. Two of them slid into my pussy while he pressed his thumb at my clit and rubbed in slow, hard circles.

The sensations were nothing at all like Max fucking me and the combination of them had me flying before I could even realize I was going to come again.

Rick looked dazed when he stood up and abruptly sat down on a bar stool. “Max, buddy, I hope you have a good idea how fucking special she is.”

Max paused his methodical loosening of the knots that bound me. “I do now.”

Casey’s Discovery:
Chapter 9

I
spent the next half hour in the most amazing hot bath I’d ever taken. The pair of them urged me into it, in spite of my insistence that I was fine and wanted to help them load up Rick’s truck with some of Max’s things. But Rick stood guard at the door to my room while Max steered me into the master bathroom with its Jacuzzi tub, aromatic steam from Mom’s expensive bath salts already filling the room.

I’d never really been what anyone would consider a spoiled child. Max was the kind of stepdad who refused to tolerate any bullshit, so I had learned quickly never to whine or complain about little stuff growing up. I’d learned what it meant to be tough from the best, and perhaps my enjoyment of being spanked was a reflection of that influence. I had no idea where my crazy desires originated. All I knew in those moments as he helped me strip out of the spare garment I’d been wearing all day and helped me into the bath was that I absolutely loved being pampered, and realized that I probably wouldn’t have appreciated it so much if I’d been allowed to feel that way my whole life. Or if I hadn’t been supremely sore, pretty much all over, from the exertion of the day.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me for this later,” he said into the steam, then kissed me on the mouth and shut the door behind him as he left. I stayed until the water cooled, then dressed and wandered downstairs to find them both sitting at the kitchen table, rimed with dirt and sweat and a pair of cold beers dripping condensation onto the tabletop … right onto the imprint my ass had left, I soon realized.

Max caught the direction of my amused gaze and smiled. “Yeah, we should clean that up before your mom gets home, huh?”

“Ya think?”

Rick stretched out an arm to me and I went, sinking onto his lap and enjoying the sharp scent of his sweat, mixed with the scent of wood, grease, and steel—the unique aura of a man who worked with power tools and lumber. They both smelled the same, I realized, though different in their own unique ways. I guessed it must be their taste in soap that differentiated them, at least in that one small way.

I rested my head against Rick’s shoulder, my eyes catching sight of the dark bruise on his neck.

“Oh, shit!” I sat up and touched the mark. “I’m sorry about that,” I said, grimacing.

“I’m not,” he said. “Battle scars are my favorite. Don’t tell me you don’t have a mark or two from today. Would you have done things any different to avoid them?”

I thought about the pleasant tingling of my bottom as well as the slight raw spot on the inside of my wrist where I’d forced the ropes to rub me a little to much. “Not at all,” I said. I turned to look at the camera, resting half out of its case on the counter.

“Can I keep the memory card?” I asked.

Max took a long swig of his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed. He always liked to stall an answer when I asked for something, but I could tell from the lines between his eyebrows that he’d heard me and was considering the question. I’d never been one to beg, though. The first time I tried it, I got my ass smacked by him and told that under no circumstance should I debase myself for
anything
. “It makes you look cheap, baby. You’re too good for begging.” I’d had to go look up the word “debase” just so I knew what he meant.

“It’s yours,” he said when he set down his bottle.

I frowned at the return of the sadness in his eyes, but this time he didn’t have the desperate edge he’d had the night before when I’d found him in my room. Now he only looked wistful, and it made my heart ache to see.

“Daddy …” I said, overcome with the need to comfort him and momentarily forgetting his insistence that I not call him that anymore. I moved off Rick’s lap to move to Max. He let me come and exhaled harshly when I wrapped him in my arms. “I don’t want you to go.”

“No other option,” he said. “It’s been a long time coming. I suppose it figures that you and I would have found out … how much we have in common now.”

I sank against him with a nod and a sigh, enjoying his strong arm around me. Rick stood and opened more beers, handing me a fresh one, which I sipped slowly while the pair of them talked in subdued tones, focusing on the past they’d shared that I had never heard about before. They pointedly avoided talk of the present, or the future, even though during the conversation whenever the name “Aurora” came up, Rick would look at me with what I could only describe as appreciation. It occurred to me how rarely they might have been able to even talk about those days. Their old secret that neither of their wives had ever known about. But now I was a part of their inner circle. I simply drank and listened, happy to be learning more about Max and the things that made him who he was.

My exhaustion hadn’t even registered until I found myself being carried up the stairs, half asleep. I protested when Max made to leave me alone in my bed, grabbing onto his hand before he left again.

“Stay, please,” I said.

“You’re exhausted, Casey. Learn to pace yourself. We’ll have other days, I promise.”

He turned off the light and left the door open a crack when he walked out. I wanted desperately to follow him, but my body failed to respond.

Casey’s Discovery: Chapter 10

I
could swear I only blinked, but the next time I opened my eyes, the light had changed. The hallway was dark, the house silent and the street outside still. It was still enough to hear the sounds from the master bedroom. Sounds that I’d heard before, but that made a cold weight settle in my belly.

I slid out of bed and padded across the hall. The sounds were louder as I approached, soft, feminine sighs followed by gruff, masculine moans. I thought I might throw up before I even reached the door to my parents’ room. I hated myself for looking now, after all the times I’d heard them together and been fascinated by their noises, wondering what exactly they were doing. Now, I just felt sick because even though I’d heard them before together, I had never actually
cared
so much about it.

The door was slightly cracked and I peeked in. Immediately I wished I hadn’t. There were candles lit—the scented ones that were only ever burning when Mom was home. I had just enough of a clear view of the bed to see her, naked and astride him with her back toward the door. Her ass was in plain view and his hands made dark shapes against her paler flesh while she undulated her hips over his.

Bile rose in my throat and it was a struggle to tear my gaze away quietly enough to escape.

I tore back to my room and dialed Sarah, desperate to escape this fucking house, but she didn’t answer. It was 1AM, I realized, and her parents had a strict “no call” rule after midnight. I tossed my phone onto the bed and began throwing clothes into a duffel anyway. I didn’t give a shit where I went. I just had to get
out
. Away from them. Away from my ridiculous fantasies somehow. I’d been a fucking fool all day. A stupid girl playing pretend with her fantasy hero.
Heroes
, I reminded myself through a haze of tears.

My other hero was still out there … Rick. I didn’t have his number in my phone, but I damn sure knew where he lived, and I could walk there. If anyone would know how to deal with this, I hoped he would. Max and Mom could fucking burn in Hell for all I cared.

On my way through the living room the previously cloying walls seemed to fall away. After the last day I knew without a doubt that I didn’t belong here and that realization in itself was liberating. I stopped and looked around, staring at all the mundane objects in turn, simply trying to find some meaning in them, but I couldn’t. When my eyes rested on the wide-screen that hung on the wall, I halted, struck by a genius of an idea. Hell was probably a little different for everyone, but I was willing to bet my Mother’s personal hell might be enhanced by some of the things I’d done recently. I pulled the tiny memory card out of my bag and slipped it into the reader in our media player, flipped on the television, and set the volume just high enough that it wouldn’t disturb the neighbors, but that anyone in the house who wasn’t sleeping could hear it. At least if they stopped having sex long enough to not drown out the sounds of my orgasms.

I almost stopped to watch, captivated by my own voice saying words I’d said only hours earlier, even though it felt like eons to me.

“Respond out loud, please,” Max said.

“I- I understand. I asked to be recorded, didn’t I?” I responded.

“That you did.” Rick sat holding the scarf before me, ready to tie it to my face.

“I’ll keep my eyes shut, I promise,” I said.

“Oh no. Promises aren’t enough. We’re going to make sure you keep your eyes shut for this. If you want to see it, you’ll see it after it’s over. This is the beauty of a recording.”

I left the recording running as I walked out the door. My eyes were wide-fucking-open now.

Book Three

Casey’s Surrender

Casey’s Surrender:
Chapter 1

“C
asey, wake up, honey.”

The warm hand on my shoulder jostled me out of a restless sleep. I blinked into the morning sun streaming through the window of Rick’s pickup truck, then looked over at him where he stood peering through the driver’s side door.

“Where am I?” I mumbled.

“You’re in the cab of my truck. How you got here is something you’ll have to answer, though. You sure weren’t in it when I parked it last night. Is there something you want to tell me?”

I clenched my eyes shut trying to block out the memory of what I’d seen the night before. After the most amazing and eye-opening sexual experience of my life, I’d discovered the man who had orchestrated it having sex with my mother. True, he was still technically married to her—he was my stepfather, after all—but he’d given me every indication that their relationship was over before he went to bed. Alone.

Even my sealed eyelids couldn’t hold back the tears. My throat tightened up like a noose had just been strung around it and I could only shake my head.

“Hey, honey. Something must’ve set you off after I left yesterday. Come inside and talk to me, okay?” My stepdad’s best friend was the sweet, honorable, heroic type. He squeezed my ankle and reached across the gearshift to grab the duffel bag I’d tossed in the floorboards when I’d climbed into the truck the night before. I’d meant to go to my friend Sarah’s house, but she’d been unavailable, in spite of our near constant communication since turning eighteen and our subsequent high school graduation. We had big summer plans now that we were officially adults. Mine had mostly involved trying to understand some of the darker thoughts I had about sex. But I had a feeling all that would be changing now that Max and Rick had opened my eyes up to the true wonders of the BDSM world. At least that’s what I’d gone to sleep imagining last night.

The humiliation of the experience was still acutely with me. Seeing my stepdad Max in bed with my mother again after we’d talked about how over their marriage was … his hands on her … it had all been too much. I couldn’t stay in the same house with two people I couldn’t bear to look at after the events of the last two days.

I let Rick help me out of the truck and lead me to his front door, my eyes hazy from tears. I had always adored his house, but had trouble appreciating the architecture of the Craftsman style bungalow my family had visited so many times for barbecues before Rick’s wife had died a year ago. He’d built the house himself before even meeting his wife. My stepdad had helped him, and I still remembered coming around sometimes with Mom while the pair of them were in the middle of some project or other. Laying the plumbing or hanging drywall. It had been when I was too young to appreciate how gorgeous the two men were without shirts, but I could still recognize their masculinity even that young, and I loved being around them. I’d felt safe, protected.

It was a far cry from how I felt now. Max had betrayed me. And my mother … why was she acting that way if she was
divorcing
him?

Once inside, he urged me onto the sofa. I flopped down and buried my face in my hands, trying to hide behind the tears.

“Was it too much for you yesterday?” Rick asked softly. “The first session can take a lot out of you. I was a bit of a mess the first time Lola dominated me. Felt like such a baby for a few days afterward. The second time was very different, though.”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t that. I loved it.” Those were the only words I could get out before emotion bubbled up again at a fresh image of Mom’s naked back hovering above Max on their bed. Rick left the sofa next to me and a moment later a box of tissues hovered in front of my face. I gratefully grabbed the box and he sat on the coffee table in front of me, resting his strong, calloused hands on my bare knees.

“Take a deep breath, honey. Talk to me.”

“Mom … came home,” I said, the words coming out in a stutter. I blew my nose and tried to catch my breath for more. “Last night … I saw them … together. Why would he do that?”

Rick’s lips tightened, his jaw clenching tightly. “He wouldn’t, Casey. I know Max.”

“Oh yeah? Well I know what I saw!” I yelled at him, standing abruptly. “She was naked and … on top of him.”

“When did you see this?” he asked, his voice harsh and serious.

I shook my head, trying to remember. I’d woken up in the middle of the night but couldn’t remember what time it was. Late was all I knew. Then I remembered trying to call Sarah.

“About one a.m.”

“Want to know something?” Rick asked. “I crashed hard last night when I got home. Not even a fucking hurricane could have woken me up, and your dad … er … Max did more work and was under more stress than I was yesterday. He’s not a light sleeper, Case.”

“He was touching her.”

“Tell me
exactly
what you saw.”

“He was lying there … and Mom was on top of him … and his hands were holding her.”

“Like, on her tits? Were they kissing?”

“Why the hell are you asking me all this! I fucking saw them together, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

He sat back with a huff of exasperation. “Yes! It means a lot because he was so fucking devastated when he found out she was leaving him. Not only was he afraid that he would lose you in the process, she’s also been fucking someone else. They haven’t been happy together for a really long time. If your mom pulled something like this I doubt he’d respond the way you think he did. He loves you, Case, so I don’t believe it happened the way you describe. Just try to remember. Humor me.”

I shook my head, confused and trying to remember exactly what I had seen. The effort distracted me from the emotional aspect of the memory. The door had only been cracked a tiny bit, but just enough for me to see the candlelight flickering over my mom’s naked backside. I really hadn’t seen much more than that, though. The only parts of Max that had been in view were his hands holding onto her ass, which was
moving
on top of him. On top of the covers. My eyes widened at the memory, then my mouth dropped open and an icy stone sank into the pit of my stomach.

“Oh, God. I think I really fucked up.”