Truth Revealed (Confession Duet Book 2) Read online

  I stretch the blindfold out between my hands above her face and see her eyes move from my mask to the scrap of black velvet. A smile spreads across her face. “You really did read my story,” she breathes. “So that means….”

  “I found the two items you chose for your story highly entertaining, and I thought I’d let you experience them, since you so eloquently wrote about them all day.” I tie the blindfold in place just as the look of apprehension crosses her beautiful face when it dawns on her what the second item she wrote about was. “I can only assume you’ve never experienced it before, seeing how there’s no way the heroine in your story would’ve lasted so long against the toy’s power.” I lean down to whisper in her ear, “Either that, or her Dom is a wicked sadist, forcing her to try to control her orgasms while using that device.” I smirk as goose bumps rise across her flesh.

  “N-no, Sir. I’ve never tried it before,” she confirms, and I nod to myself as I move to the cabinet to grab the toy in question. Every item used during any scene is thoroughly sanitized before it’s put back in its place. And with our strict rules about being medically tested, I know we have nothing to worry about when it comes to using the items in the playrooms.

  I unravel the cord as I walk to the foot of the padded table, where Vi lies fidgeting, visibly trying to relax as she exhales through pursed lips. I plug the cord into the outlet set into the floor at the foot of the table then set the long, bulky white device next to Vi’s leg. With her blindfolded, I’ll be able to use my lips on her, something I’ve been dying to do since this all began.

  I roll my mask up to my nose from the neck, keeping it on just in case I have to cover my face in a hurry, and warn, “You’ll feel my hands on your ankles, my sweet.” I see her swallow and nod. “Remember your colors.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathes, as I place my hands at her ankles, on the outside of her long, perfectly smooth legs.

  Slowly, I glide upward, enjoying the way she unconsciously arches her back slightly, wanting closer to my touch. When my hands reach the lace of her panties, I tease her, sliding my fingers along the inside of the elastic. Her knees part before she forces them back together, and my cock pulses at the instinctive response.

  “Relax, V. This is all about getting you ready, making you feel good. You know I won’t hurt you,” I say, my voice low. With my hood up, I need to take care disguising my voice. After ten years, I’m not sure if she’d recognize it or not, but I’m taking no chances. “Become conscious of your entire body. Start with your toes. Feel the air between them as you stretch them out, and then relax them. Then your feet. Let them become heavy. Feel them sink into the padding. Now up your long, beautiful legs.” I watch the muscles in her thighs flex before they go limp. “Release the tension in your perfect ass. Let it flatten against the table beneath you. Up your back, and to your shoulders. Relax, my sweet. No biting that plump lip. Let it go. No creases between those eyebrows. I want you to melt into my table.”

  When she does what I’ve instructed, that’s when I grasp her panties with both hands and slide them down her legs and off, leaving her pussy bare and exposed. Her knees jerk together once before she forces herself to relax again, but as I wrap my hands around the backs of them and slide her whole body toward me, she lets out a squeak.

  Her nervousness makes me leery of her taking off her blindfold, so I leave her long enough to grab padded cuffs from the back wall. “V, I’m going to attach your hands to the table. This will only be during our warm-up. I promise I will take them off before our scene begins. Color?”

  She bites her lip, mulling over what I’ve said, before she nods once. “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” I whisper, wrapping each soft leather, fur-lined cuff around her wrists before pulling her arms out straight to attach the center of the chain to the carabiner at the head of the table. Keeping contact with her flesh, I trail my hand along the length of her body as I make my way back to the foot of the table. Her toes grip against the padded leather top, her knees pointing to the ceiling, and when I reach them, I take one in each hand and gently spread her legs open.

  She exhales a long breath, making herself relax as I ordered, showing more control than I feel like I have at this moment. All I want to do is set upon her like a starving wolf who was just thrown a succulent steak. But I know I can’t. I have to go slowly. All the building aggression I feel to take what is mine will have its time to be let out whenever we start our scene.

  “You’ll feel my lips on the inside of your left knee, my sweet,” I breathe against her flesh, before I inhale her delicious scent. Her soft whimper has me glancing down as my lips press to her skin, and I see her clench at the contact. Vi never could resist when I’d worship her this way, trailing kisses all the way up her inner thighs, my scruff scratching at her tender flesh as I make my way to her bare pussy.

  “Breathe, V,” I order, right before my tongue swipes up her center.

  She gasps, her knees falling wide as I stroke gently at her clit, and her taste consumes me. Jesus fuck, how I’ve missed this, the way she smells, how wet she gets for me, her uncontrollable response to my mouth on her most sensitive place. I eat at her until she’s a writhing mess on my table, and when I know she’s about to come, remembering all her body’s unconscious tells, I give her permission to do so. “Come for me,” I command, and suck her clit into my mouth, making her body arch as she screams out her release. She shudders against my face and then tries to get away, her heels pressing into the table as she attempts to move back toward where her hands are attached.

  I grasp onto her thighs in a viselike grip, and she halts her movement, whimpering as she forces herself to follow my silent order to hold still. I suck her pussy lips into my mouth, letting go with a pop as I reach for the device at her hip.

  I flip the switch to low, and the deep, loud buzzing sound fills the playroom. She tenses for a moment, so I ask her, “Color?”

  “Green, Sir,” she moans, as I trail the Hitachi up the inside of her right thigh.

  The wand is the most powerful of all vibrators, with a cushioned bulbous head on the end that flexes as it’s pressed against someone’s body. Even the low setting is mightier than any battery-operated toy.

  “In the scene you wrote for me, you had the Dom and sub practicing orgasm control using the Hitachi. Such a thing would be almost cruel in reality, seeing how it’s normally used in the opposite way, to force a sub to come as many times as possible,” I explain. “I’m going to show you just how impossible it would be.”

  When I reach her center, I don’t give her warning, wanting her to feel what the sub in her story would’ve felt. I press the large white head of the vibrating device to her clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath, her body instantly folding in on itself as she curls her legs up, her wrists yanking at the cuffs, making the chain clang. The sound mixed with the buzz of the Hitachi, along with her panting cry nearly makes me come in my pants.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers, her head thrashing between her outstretched arms, her brow furrowed behind her blindfold.

  “Exactly, my sweet.” I smirk. “Let’s see just how long you can go without—”

  “I’m coming!” she cries, and her whole body convulses as she grinds against the wand.

  My eyebrow quirks evilly as I keep the device pressed against her. I can only imagine just how sensitive she is right now, and it’s evident in the way she starts to panic, trying to get away from the powerful vibration between her legs. “Uh, uh, uh, V. You had that poor sub under her Dom’s wand for almost an hour. You didn’t last a full minute. Shall we try again? See if you can hold off your orgasm a little longer this time?”

  I grip onto her thigh with my free hand and rotate my other wrist, swiveling the head of the wand around her soaked flesh, and she screams once again, her back arching, pressing her breasts skyward as she comes again.

  “Yellow, Sir!” she calls, which surprises me.

  I pull the device away from her cl
it but don’t turn it off. “Yellow, my sweet? Very interesting. You don’t want me to completely stop?”

  She pants for breath, a fine sheen of sweat covering her beautifully flushed skin. “I… I don’t want you to stop. Just the wand, Sir,” she clarifies, and I close my eyes, smiling. God, I love this woman. To the depths of my fucking soul, I love her.

  Knowing what must come next wipes the smile from my lips. I flip the switch, cutting off the wand, and unplug it from the floor. I wind it up and place it in the bin by the door for cleaning before walking back to the head of the table. I unhook the chain from the carabiner, unstrapping the cuffs from her wrists, tossing them to the floor. I take hold of her hands and pull her back up to the head of the table then place my elbows on either side of her head to look down into her still-blindfolded face. I press a kiss to her cheek, unable to help myself, wanting to give her comfort when we’re about to do something that will be one of the hardest things she’s ever had to go through.

  “V, will it help you to keep your blindfold on during the scene?” I ask gently. “You have to imagine I’m your attacker. Will it help you picture that more clearly if you keep it on?”

  She shakes her head. “N-no, Sir. I think that would make it too scary. You wearing your mask should be good enough,” she whispers.

  I can sense her anxiety, but she’s so numb from her three orgasms that it’s not nearly as bad as it would’ve been without our warm-up. “Fair enough. Color?”

  She swallows, the action clear as I brace myself above her, looking down into her perfect face, wanting to do nothing but kiss her, devour her lips with mine, make love to her mouth and fill her with every ounce of strength I have in me. I wish I could heal her in some way that wouldn’t put her through so much pain, but I know there’s no other way. “G-green… Sir.”

  I nod, placing a soft kiss on her cheek once more before I stand, pulling my mask back into place. I lift her head and untie the blindfold, taking it over to the bin by the door. When I face her, I see her eyes are staring up at the ceiling as she tries to ready herself for what’s to come.

  I take a breath and move back to her side. “After we get into position, the scene will begin. I will no longer be Sir. I will be Alan. You will speak to me as if I am actually him. The only thing that will end the scene is if you call Red. Understand?”

  Her fists clench and unclench by her sides. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I attached the other table because you were in bed together when it happened. Were you on his left or right?” I ask.

  “His right, Sir,” she replies, and I nod.

  “All right. Move over to the other table then. They’re hooked together, so don’t worry about them sliding apart. You’re safe, V. Remember that. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. But when the scene starts, I want you to fight. Fight me like your life depends on it. Don’t worry about hurting me. I promise I can take it. The music outside the playroom is loud enough that nobody is going to hear you. It’s just you and me, my sweet. No need to be embarrassed. Get as loud as your lungs allow. That’s an order.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispers, sitting up to slide across the padded black leather surface to the second table.

  “Good girl. Now, this is your last opportunity to ask a question if you have one before we start,” I warn.

  She thinks for a moment, and then glances down my body. “He… he was naked, Sir. Are you…?”

  I shake my head. “In order for you to picture me more clearly as him, I will stay clothed,” I reply, feeling my lip twitch at her look of disappointment. I brush off my humor though, needing to keep my head in the game.

  I climb up onto the table she vacated and look down at her, my heart clanging in my chest when I see her trepidation. But knowing she can call Red at any time puts me more at ease. She can stop me before I truly cause her any sort of pain. I can’t show her any sort of weakness. She’s depending on me to get her through this, to act my part and help her heal, so I lie back on the table. “Scene starts now.”

  I roll to my side, facing away from her as if I’m lying in bed. Remembering what she said about that night, I twitch occasionally. I move around like I’m trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. I do this for a long time, waiting until she relaxes behind me. She knows what’s coming, anticipating my next move, so I have to hold off until she’s not so tense.

  God, what the fuck am I doing? I close my eyes, trying to calm my own heartbeat, which is flying, adrenaline pumping through my veins, readying me for the attack as if it’s real. What I’m about to do to her goes against everything inside me. I would never do anything to hurt my sweet Vi. And here I am, about to make her relive the single most awful thing that she’s ever had to live through… something she had to survive. It just feels wrong.

  But I can’t back out now. The only thing pushing me forward is knowing without a doubt that this is for her own good. I’ve seen this scene heal assault victims with my own two eyes. I have to do this for her. After leaving her all those years ago to deal with this shit on her own, this is the very least I can do to help her fix herself.

  So with that thought in mind, as I hear her breath even out behind me, I unbuckle my belt and let go of my surroundings then make my move, recalling everything she said that motherfucker did to her.

  I roll on top of Vi, immediately pressing my hand over her mouth roughly. Her eyes pop open, and the look of sheer terror inside their depths almost makes me stop right off the bat.

  But that’s when she starts to fight. My baby girl fights, and seeing she’s in this wholeheartedly, every ounce of trepidation I felt before leaves me, and I jump in the ring with her, only inside my heart, I’m fighting alongside her, not against her.

  Her hands shoot up to my arm holding her head to the table by her mouth, and she claws at my black long-sleeved shirt. She’s already naked from the waist down, but as she bucks and kicks, her screams muffled behind my hand, I would actually have to apply strength to force myself inside her. But that’s not what he had done to her. Not yet.

  “Why are you fighting, Vivian?” I ask evilly, the same thing she had told Dr. Walker that Alan had said. “I know you want me. I see it every day when you come over to study, the way you look at me. You fucking want me so bad.” Using my other hand, I trail it down her stomach, and using her nails digging into my arm to center me in the scene, I slip two fingers inside her. Any other time, feeling her walls clamp around my hand would’ve been my undoing, but as she lets out a wail behind my hand, tears streaming down her face, I stay in character. I curl my fingers upward against her G-spot, massaging it and feeling her legs clamp around me, trying to shut me out.

  “Stop all your fucking crying, Vivian,” I growl, fluttering my fingers against the spot that will force her to come against her will. “Relax. Just let it happen. You know you want it. If you stop fighting it, I’ll make it feel good.” His disgusting words leave my lips, and my heart cracks in my chest as she tries to shake her head. I can feel her muscles working against my palm, and knowing I need to let her release her emotions, I take my hand away from her mouth.

  “No!” she screams, as I work my fingers inside her.

  Any second now, she will orgasm, even as she tells her body not to. It’s this betrayal that is so damaging to a rape victim’s psyche. I press my hand to the center of her chest, keeping her in place, but allowing her to fight against me.

  “No! Nononononono, stop! Alan, stop! You can’t do this to me!” she wails, thrashing as much as she can under my weight. Her face is red with exertion and wet from all her tears. Bile rises in the back of my throat, seeing my baby girl like this, knowing that motherfucker had witnessed her in the same way, begging him to stop, and he didn’t care. He didn’t care about my sweet, innocent wife, the one who had been so worried about him that she didn’t want him to sleep alone in case he got sick.

  I shake off the feeling, knowing I have to finish this out. We’ve come too far to stop now. My th
umb joins in, circling her clit as I stroke along the ceiling of her pussy with the two fingers inside her, and I see all the emotions in her eyes when she realizes her body is betraying her the way it had all those years ago.

  “Oh, God. Please no. Please. Please! Alan, you can’t! I’m married. You’re not my husband! You’re not my Corbin. You can’t do this to me!” she screams at the top of her lungs, and at the sound of my name leaving her lips, I jerk, pausing in my ministrations.

  She continues to cry, but with me giving her a reprieve from her body’s instinctive responses to my forced pleasure, her strength is renewed, and she begins to fight harder than ever before. She reaches up with her tiny fists and punches me in the chest over and over, and I take it. My little wife is so small and fragile her blows barely sting. But knowing she’s putting every single bit of her force behind the punches, I feel each one as if it’s a direct hit to my heart. I take them as my punishment for leaving her, for not reading into that last conversation hard enough before I divorced her without a second glance.

  But it’s when she starts to chant, as if it’s the only thought left in her mind, the only thing important to her, that I feel myself begin to break. “I promised to be loyal. I promised him. I promised! I promised him I would be loyal! It’s the only thing he asked, and you’re going to make me break my promise!”

  A tear slides down my cheek behind my hood as she thrashes beneath my hand holding her down. I know I have to finish out the scene, but fuck, this hurts so badly. My poor, sweet Vi. God. She had to go through this. She had to live through all of this. I can’t bring myself to force her to come. I don’t want her to go through her body’s betrayal again. I just can’t. So I move forward in her recollection.

  When she sees me pull my fingers out of her and begin working the button of my pants, she snaps.