Truth Revealed (Confession Duet Book 2) Page 14

  “No!” she shrieks, fighting with all her strength. Whereas before she was trying to get me off of her, she now tries with all her might to get away. She reaches back behind her, grasping onto the head of the padded table to try to yank herself backward. She attempts to twist her body to pull herself, but she realizes she doesn’t have the arm strength to get away.

  That’s when, just like in her story she told Dr. Walker, she remembers how strong her legs are. I can see the idea form in her head as clear as day right before she pulls her feet up, lodging her heels against my hips. As she tries to kick me off, all I have to do is press my weight downward in order not to budge.

  God, my sweet girl never stood a chance.

  “Stop!” she cries. Her voice is hoarse from all her screaming and wailing, and I can feel her sobs within me as she weakens. “Please, Alan. Please stop.” Her body wracks as she weeps. “You’re not Corbin,” she whimpers, as I get my pants down over my hips, my cock springing free, and I realize I’m one fucked up asshole that I’m even able to get a hard-on during all of this. When she looks down and sees it, a tiny bit of her strength renews, and she tries kicking me off once again. “No! No! You can’t do this, Alan!”

  The name is like a slap in the face. I hate it. I hate the thought of him being in her mind as I’m this close to her, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance.

  “Alan, stop! Please! I won’t tell anybody! If you just stop, I won’t tell anybody. I swear! Just don’t do this to me! Please don’t do this to me! Don’t make me break my promise to Corbin. You can’t be inside me! You’re not Corbin. You’re not Corbin!” Her fists slam against my chest as she goes wild beneath me, feeling me press against her pussy. Yet, it’s only when her eyes come up to focus on the slits in my hood, and I see how tortured she is, truly in the moment when she was raped ten years ago… I can’t take anymore. She can’t see my eyes, even though mine are locked with hers, but it’s in this second, when she wails “You’re not Corbin!” one last time, screaming at the top of her lungs as she gives one final blow with all her strength, when I give in.

  I reach up and rip my hood off, my dark eyes blazing down into her green ones, and sink inside the fist-tight heat of her pussy. “Yes, I am, baby girl. I’m Corbin.”

  THE ORGASM THAT rips through my body feels like it enters my very soul. My hands, which had been balled into fists for the last several minutes as I fought against my assailant, now clasp him to me as he seats himself inside me, unmoving. My pussy ripples around his thick length, one so familiar even though I haven’t felt it in a decade. It fits me as if it was made for me, filling me up to the brim.

  I can’t look away from those intense chocolate eyes, the ones I’ve dreamed about every single night since the day I met him when I was eighteen. And even though I’m going through a mind-fuck to end all mind-fucks, all I can do is stare as I come.

  Corbin leans down, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of my head, bringing him nose-to-nose with me. Even though it hurts my eyes to try to focus on him while he’s this close, I still can’t look away. Even as tears begin to slide down the sides of my face, I can’t blink. If I blink, his image could disappear.

  Seven let me imagine Corbin’s face while he made me come. Have I officially gone off my rocker, truly believing the man inside me looks just like Corbin? Or does Seven really look like my ex-husband? No… surely not. He would have to be his identical twin to look so perfectly like him, an exact replica.

  But… no. He… he had called me baby girl. He said…

  “It’s really me, Vi,” he whispers, running the tip of his nose along the bridge of mine, and I whimper, unable to speak. “Breathe, baby girl,” he orders, pulling out slightly to plunge back in, making me gasp.

  “C-Cor—” I choke on the name. My brain just isn’t catching up with what’s right in front of me… what’s right inside me.

  “Say it, Vi. Say my name,” he demands, thrusting in me once again and making my eyes roll back as I moan.

  I automatically follow my Dom’s orders. “Corbin.” It comes out on a breath as my eyes come back to focus on his face, a face so beautiful that my memories of it don’t even compare. He’s so much more handsome than I remember. Or has it grown even more perfect with age? Ten years. Ten years have been good to my breathtaking ex-husband.

  “I’m going to make love to you, Vi,” he tells me, and I nod, even though he wasn’t asking permission. “You’re mine, and nobody is ever going to take you away from me ever again.”

  Tears pool in my eyes before they overflow, seeping over my bottom lashes to trail down my cheekbones, where he leans down to catch them with the tip of his tongue. If this is a dream, I never want it to end. If I’ve snapped and gone completely crazy, the scene we just enacted having finally broken me, then I never want to be fixed. I want to stay like this forever, my Corbin so perfectly clear in my mind that when I reach up and stroke his cheek with my fingertips, I can actually feel the stubble there.

  He begins to move inside me, with quick outward strokes followed by slow plunges, swiveling his hips every time he meets the deepest part of me. Sliding one hand down the length of my body, he then takes hold of my left thigh and hikes it up higher around his hip, his fingers digging into my skin as he picks up his pace.

  I wrap one arm around his rock-hard back, feeling the muscles working there, and my other hand stays cupping his cheek, unable to move it away for fear his face will disappear.

  Yet the higher and higher he builds me up, the more and more reality sets in. Only Corbin has ever taken me to such heights. Only Corbin, the love of my life, has ever made me feel this good. And as he bends down and finally takes my lips in a life-altering kiss, my soul reaching out to lock hands with his once again after they had been wrenched apart so long ago, I know for a fact the man deep inside me is really him. I’m making love to my Corbin.

  The realization snaps me out of my lust-induced stupor, and with a sob, the hand holding his cheek locks around the back of his neck as I cling to him, sinking the nails of my other hand into his back. “Corbin!” I cry into his mouth, and he swallows it as he rests his forehead against mine and nods.

  His eyes close as his face twists with emotion. “It’s me, baby girl,” he whispers.

  “It’s really you.” My voice comes out hoarse as he meets my stare, and then I gasp as he sets into a demanding pace. I remember this. I remember it clearly as if it were yesterday and not a decade ago. This almost pained look on his face, the concentration crease between his black brows, the smoldering look in his deep brown eyes, the sexy flare of his nostrils, the slight parting of his lips. He’s determined to make me come, and he’s ready to fill me up as he joins me when we jump off the cliff together.

  “Oh, God!” I shout as I hold on for dear life. He pounds into me, and just when I think I will pass out from the sheer pleasure of the full-body orgasm, he growls above me then slams his lips down on mine, kissing me ferociously as he spills inside me.

  I’m enveloped in everything Corbin, his physical body, his intoxicating scent, his very aura. It all surrounds me. And I never want to leave my safe cocoon.

  But after a while, my hips start to ache, no longer used to having his powerful body between my thighs. As I unwrap my legs from around him, he slips his muscular arm beneath my lower back, sits up, and lifts me, sliding off the table to carry me over to the leather chair against the wall to cradle me in his lap. As he runs his fingers through my hair, I cuddle into his chest, breathing him in.

  “I have so many questions,” I whisper.

  “I know, baby girl,” is his only reply, clearly not knowing what to say, just like me.

  He holds me like this for what feels like forever, until I feel like I could fall asleep in his arms. I know I should feel… something. Anger? That’s what a normal person would feel having been fooled into thinking— No. I stop that train of thought, refusing to ruin the first peace I’ve felt in over ten years.

>   Suddenly, a voice fills the room, and I jump, startled out of my bliss.

  “Sarge, please bring your sub to your office. It’s imperative for her healing.”

  Corbin sighs beneath my cheek, and I glance up into his stormy eyes. “Looks like I’m in trouble and getting called to the principal’s office,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

  “Sarge?” I lift a brow, and he shakes his head. “Was that Dr. Walker?” I ask.

  “The one and only,” he replies, standing and carrying me over to the back wall, where he sets me on my feet before grabbing a silky black robe off a hook and wrapping it around me. I stick my arms through the sleeves and watch his hands work as he knots the belt then zips and buttons his pants.

  After he refastens his belt, he takes hold of my hand and leads me out of the playroom to a set of stairs. Feeling the metal of the steps, I realize I’m still barefoot. My belongings are still in the footlocker in the playroom, but since Corbin didn’t bother with it, I assume my stuff is safe until we return.

  We enter through a door at the top of the staircase then he pulls me into one of four offices lining a corridor. I look around, seeing a black leather couch against one wall, and a large wooden desk at the back of the room, with a computer chair behind it and two black leather seats on the opposite side, close to where we stand. It’s completely bare except for the computer monitor sitting atop it. The space is totally impersonal, no pictures or art on the walls, no color. Barren. It makes me shiver thinking of trying to work in such a cold environment.

  “This is where you work?” I ask quietly.

  “Only part of the time,” he says, just as Dr. Walker fills the doorway. Corbin eyes him, his demeanor reflecting annoyance. “What’s up, Doc?”

  “Well… that certainly didn’t go as planned,” my therapist states, coming fully into the room, moving to one of the leather seats in front of the desk and spinning it to face the couch against the wall before taking a seat. He gestures toward the sofa, and Corbin pulls me over to it. When he plops down, he tugs on my hand, making me land in his lap.

  “Kinda interrupted our aftercare, Doc,” Corbin tells him, irritation clear in his tone.

  “I felt it was very important to call you in here, to make sure her aftercare ran smoothly,” Dr. Walker retorts.

  “Wait. Did… did you see everything that happened in the playroom?” I question, my face heating with embarrassment.

  “Vivian, you were made aware there were surveillance cameras in the room for safety. We”—he gestures between himself and Corbin—“went against protocol for your anger expression scene, or AES, under the agreement I would supervise, behind the scene, if you will.”

  “He’s got jokes,” I mumble up to Corbin, who smiles down at me before kissing my forehead.

  “Normally, those scenes are done with witnesses, but knowing your discomfort with showing such strong emotion in front of people, we arranged for me to watch it unfold outside the room. Things can happen during an AES. A survivor can trigger. And it’s important for a professional to be present in order prevent disaster from happening,” he explains, and I nod.

  I sigh, giving in to my understanding. “I read about that in my research, after my last session with you,” I confess.

  “V, I believe you might be in a state of shock right now. You just found out that your Dom, who you thought was someone else, is actually your ex-husband. Yet, here you sit, completely unemotional about the revelation,” Dr. Walker tells me.

  I nod again. “Oh, for sure.” I giggle, sounding a little insane even to my own ears. “I don’t think my brain has caught up with what’s happened yet. I still kinda feel like I’m dreaming.”

  “That’s why the next couple of hours are very important, why I called you both in here, because I don’t think even Corbin will be able to deal with everything on his own. Both of your emotions are in this, and knowing how fragile your state of mind was during our therapy sessions, and me being on the receiving end of Corbin’s rage when he watched those videos, I couldn’t just leave you two to take on this eggshell path you’re about to walk.”

  I look down into my lap, taking in his words. As much as I’d love to stay in this state of uncaring bliss, I know that if I were to be alone when the reality of it all hits, it might just be the final straw that cracks my mind for good. So I nod. “Okay, Dr. Walker. I… I have so many questions,” I repeat what I said in the playroom, and Corbin lifts his hand to scrub at his shaved head then down over his face. It’s the same move he used to make when he was stressed about work back when we were married.

  “The most important thing to remember as we hash all of this out is to remain calm. Emotions will run high, but let’s speak to each other with great care. Actually listen to what one another has to say. Absorb each other’s responses. Think about your answers before you respond to a question. And above all, be honest. This is imperative.” He speaks to both of us, leaning down to brace his elbows on his knees to get closer, conveying with his voice and eyes how critical his words are.

  “Agreed,” I reply, and then glance into Corbin’s face. Gone is the annoyed attitude, seriousness filling its place. It’s obvious he respects his co-worker. Which brings about my first question, turning into several. “What… I don’t know what’s been true during all of this. Y’all are really the owners of this club, right? The therapy sessions, all of that. Those were real? All members have to do those?”

  “Yes, Vivian. All of that is true. We really own this club, along with Brian Glover and Seth, who you know as Seven,” Dr. Walker responds.

  “So Seven is a real person,” I murmur, tucking my hair behind my ear.

  “Corbin, you’ve been quiet through all of this. I think it would be beneficial for Vivian if you were to answer her questions from here on out,” he tells him, and Corbin nods.

  He lifts me off his lap but sets me directly next to him, still nestled against his side, taking my hand. “Yes, Vi. Seven is a real person. You really were speaking with him all this time, until a month ago, when you stepped into our club. That’s when I took over,” he confesses, and I absorb that information.

  I speak out loud to get everything straight in my head. “It really was Seven who helped me with all my research for my books. It was him in all the demonstration videos he sent me.” I let out a nervous laugh, breathing a sigh of relief. “So at least I know I wasn’t actually watching you do the BDSM thing to all those other girls.”

  “No, baby girl. That was Seth.” Corbin looks from me to Dr. Walker. “Is he here, by chance?”

  “Yeah.” He lifts his hips off the chair to pull his cell out of his pocket, typing something into his phone. Immediately, we hear a door opening down the short hallway, and footsteps approaching quickly.

  I look up as a cute guy with perfectly disheveled light brown hair fills the doorway. He’s wearing the same thing as Corbin, black pants and a long-sleeved black T-shirt, the same thing he also always wore in his videos and on FaceTime. He’s taller but more slender than Corbin, and his body structure matches what I saw on the computer as well. I remember thinking how much more muscular he seemed in person the first time I came to Club Alias, brushing it off as people looking different than they do on the internet. Little did I know it wasn’t him at all.

  “Seven?” I confirm, a small smile forming on my lips when I realize I’m meeting my real friend for the past year for the first time.

  “It’s me, V,” he acknowledges, coming to stand in front of me and opening his arms.

  I immediately stand and wrap my arms around his waist, ignoring Corbin’s growl behind me as Seven squeezes me in a tight hug. Just as quickly, he lets go of me, and I sit back down, instantly being bound to Corbin’s side with his viselike arm around my body. Possessive as ever.

  Seven pulls the other leather chair over to sit facing us beside Dr. Walker. Surrounded by three handsome men, I’m surprised I don’t feel intimidated, but all three of them are special to
me in some way. Two things dawn on me at the same time, and I can’t help but voice them.

  “I just realized…” I look at Dr. Walker first, and then to Corbin then back to Seven. “I just hugged you.”

  Seven’s eyes sparkle as he grins, sitting back in his chair as Corbin huffs. But it’s Dr. Walker who speaks. “I noticed that too, Vivian. No hesitation. The second he opened his arms, you didn’t even think about it. You allowed him to touch you without any uncertainty. That’s great progress as far as your aversion to touch goes.”

  “Also, did I hear you correctly? Did you say the fourth person who owns the club with you is Brian Glover?” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice.

  “Yeah, baby girl. My old cherry,” Corbin speaks up.

  My hands clap together happily. “That’s wonderful! I always wondered what happened to him. I’ve looked for him several times over the years.” I turn to look into Corbin’s eyes. “You too. I looked for you, and it’s like y’all never even existed. But I guess you know that already, since it was actually you I was telling about that.” My voice lowers.

  “Awkwaaaard,” Seven sings, and Dr. Walker reaches out, punching him in his arm. “Ow! What the fuck?”

  “If you can’t behave yourself, I’ll make you leave. This is serious,” he retorts.

  “What? She seems fine!” Seven gestures toward me. “Here I thought she would kill us all when she found out it was actually Corbin pretending to be me after he followed her around all these years. But look at her.”

  Corbin and Dr. Walker both suck in a breath as their eyes come to me, and my heart thuds in my chest at both their attention and what Seven said as my mouth falls open. “Followed me? For years?” I whimper.

  “You loudmouth motherfucker,” Corbin seethes, and before I know what’s happening, he lunges off the couch toward Seven, only to run into the giant brick wall that is my therapist.

  “Remember what I said, Corb. Control your emotions,” Dr. Walker says firmly, and I see Corbin’s fists clench and unclench at his sides before he slowly lowers himself back in his seat next to me.