Little liars don't get to... (1)

Little liars don't get to... (1)
RHYS

Kira’s eyes widen. She probably didn’t expect Shane to uncover her secret meeting with Kristof.

"Kristof and I are…close friends." Her nose reddens, betraying her lie. I had considered the possibility that it was a one-time coincidental encounter, but that reaction implies there is more going on.

"Kira, I suggest you stop lying while you still have a chance. You won’t like it if I have to force the truth out of your mouth," Shane cajoles her in a tone that would make one forget the type of methods he has used to get answers in the past.

"I’m telling the truth," Kira vows.

Shane looks to me for permission to move to the next phase—torture.

"I’ll deal with this one myself," I dismiss Shane's suggestion.

As soon as he leaves, I lock the door behind him and seize Kira’s shoulders.

"Is Kristof fucking you?" I ask.

Kira’s eyes shoot to me, her embarrassment long forgotten. "What?"

I repeat my words, enunciating every syllable. "Is. He. Fucking. You?"

"I heard you," she says, her nose wrinkled. "I just didn’t think it was any of your fucking business."

"It is now."

Kira sought my help while running away from someone. If that person is Kristof, then the little liar has been deceiving me about more things than I thought. Shane retrieved a security footage of her on Kristof’s porch, dated on the same Thursday she was supposed to be visiting an ailing loved one in hospital.

The sneaky woman also went to the hospital in case I had someone tail her.

I stare at the little liar, taking in her trembling lips.

She looks up at me, fidgeting on the couch. "There is no company policy that states the CEO must know who his employees meet up with during their own hours," the woman argues. "I asked for a day off."

Kira is going to tell me exactly what there is between her and Kristof, but there is more than one way to torture information out of someone.

I grab my tie from the couch and grab Kira's hands.

"What are you…" she stammers.

I secure her wrists with the tie. She is still wearing her work clothes, a silk shirt and black pencil skirt. I hold her hands above her head and unbutton her shirt.

Her boobs are as hot as I imagined. Perky and round, with nipples that are as hard as pebbles. I can see their outline clearly through her black, lacy bra, practically begging to be touched.

I already know from her diary entry that Kira wants me to fuck her, but I examine her eyes for confirmation. I’m met with immense lust that mirrors my own. A beastly need fills my body, the urge to ravish her threatening to tear me apart.

Her boobs feel soft in my hands, the skin so delicate that I know it would bruise easily. I toy with hher nipples through the bra, and they harden more than I thought possible.

Kira squirms under my touch, pushing her chest into my palm. I squeeze one boob while putting the other in my mouth, grazing the sensitive nipple with my teeth through the lacy fabric.

"Rhys," she pants, struggling against the restraint.

I let go of her wrists. "Keep your hands up there or I’ll stop," I order.

Kira nods, although the look on her face tells me that will be torturous. Good. I’m here to torture her, after all.

Her moans when I yank the bra down and ravish her nipples tell me torture is the last thing she’s feeling. She is enjoying this as much as I am, squirming in the couch with each stroke of my tongue.

I bite down on the tender flesh of her boob, earning an unrestrained moan.

"Is this one of your fantasies?" I ask.

Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop.

"Rhys," she begs.

"Is it?" I ask again.

"Yes," she mumbles.

"What else?" I demand.

Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock.

I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly.

"You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

"You want me to read...right now?" she asks.

"Not yet." There are a million things I desire to do to this woman, but they will have to wait.

I lift her skirt to bunch it around her waist. Kira is wearing white panties, and they are already wet. I can smell the musky scent even before I take off her panties and kneel on the floor to taste her pussy.

She is glistening with arousal, the sight of it making me feel ravenous. I’ve wanted to taste her since she walked into my office. I want to plunge my tongue into her pussy and lick her until she screams my name and squirts for me.

I swipe my tongue through her wetness. Kira throws her head back, grinding her hips to push her core closer to me. I feel her hands on my head, making me look up.

"I said don’t move your hands," I warn.

"Sorry," she says sheepishly, but she isn’t apologetic in the slightest.

"Move them again and I’ll stop."

My threat makes her still as I devour her, trembling with the urge to touch me as I fuck her with my tongue.

The apartment is quiet save for her moans and the sounds of me hungrily lapping up her arousal. I stimulate her clit with my tongue, and she rewards me with more wetness.

"Kira," I groan. "You have the most beautiful pussy."

Her response is a moan as I go to town like I’ve been starving for months and she’s a gourmet meal.