Dirty little secret
TITLE: Dirty Little Secret
AUTHOR: Me, mistress_britt
PAIRING: Wilson/? [it's a surprise!!]
RATING: NC-17 [to be on the safe side]
WARNINGS: slight BDSM
SUMMARY: Wilson likes to keep secrets. Wilson's P.O.V.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
NOTES: Lyrics by The All-American Rejects. Dedicated to the lovely starhawk2005
Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
People say it’s hard to keep secrets. It’s obvious that those people don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. For me keeping a secret is entirely too easy. That’s probably because I’ve been keeping secrets for my entire life. I’m surprised anyone knows the real me and my real life. Maybe it’s better that way.
It’s hard to find someone who understands me. I mean I know that I have this reputation of being a womanizer. I don’t think I’ve stayed faithful in any of my marriages. It’s a well known fact that I love a girl with a gorgeous face and big tits. Julie is that. I find myself wanting more than that, so much more. I’m not as shallow as everyone thinks.
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
It’s dark in my office. The blinds are drawn down tight. I don’t feel like being at home. I’m tired of going home to her. I especially don’t want to walk in on her fucking one of the those young guys she hires for various jobs around the house. I’m not sure why we got married in the first place. I should realize that married life just isn’t for me.
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
There’s a soft rap at my door. I left it unlocked and I’m glad because I’m way too exhausted to get up and open it.
"Come in," I say softly.
You twist the knob and walk in. The door shuts behind you and I can hear the lock clink as you twist it closed.
You are the only one that needs to know
We look at each other for awhile. I think we both know what kind of game we are playing at. Neither one of us makes a move; our eyes make their own conversation with each other’s. You always like me to make the first move. I never would have figured you for a submissive. And you never figured me for a dominant. We are great at keeping things hidden huh?
"Come here," I command softly.
I’m usually harsher in my tone, but today has taken a toll on me and I don’t think I have the strength to be as strict as you need me to be.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
You take your sweet time walking over to me after sensing how tired I am. You’re luck I am because I could make you pay for your subtle disobedience. It crosses my mind, but I just want to fuck you. Maybe bite you a little. You’re a very yummy one, if you didn’t know.
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
I stand up and remove your white lab coat. It falls to the floor in a little heap. I twist you around and bend you over the edge of my desk. You cry out a little in surprise. I smirk. I may be tired, but you know that I would never let you get away with things. I move behind you, placing my hands on your soft, round hips. I press my growing erection against your ass.
"God, please, I need you," you whisper.
I don’t say anything. The sound of my zipper being pulled down is the only sound in the silent room except for your heavy breathing.
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
My pants are on the ground now along with your lab coat. Your skirt soon joins them. My fingers hook around the waistband of your simple black panties. You could be a little sexier for me. I make a little mental note to buy you some thongs.
Who has to know
The way she feels inside
I grip your hips tight as my erect cock starts to slide into you. You gasp softly and I watch your knuckles whiten as you grip the edge of my desk. Ah, the things we have done on and over this desk. I should probably wipe it down later. The tip of my cock brushes against your clit before it finds its way deep inside of you.
"James," you cry out.
And all I've tried to hide
It’s eating me apart
Wrong.
"What did you call me?" I ask rather harshly, now angered that because of my mood that you think you can forget all the rules I taught you.
I dig my nails into your hips and slam a little harder into you. You whimper and start to apologize. I bend down as I hit you in the right spot, burying my face into your damp hair.
"Don’t apologize. What is my name?" I ask, hitting your spot again, smiling as you cry out in sheer pleasure.
"Master," you whisperer so quietly that I can barely hear you.
"That’s a good girl," I say as your walls clench around me and you begin to shake into an orgasm.
I release into you. I stroke your hair a little tenderly at first before I pull out. I let you lay across my desk as I get dressed. I pick up your coat and hand it to you.
"Hurry, I know you’re shift starts in about five minutes," I say.
You fix yourself up and I fix your hair a little. You have to look presentable. One of my rules.
"Tomorrow?" you ask, I can hear the hope laced in your soft voice.
"Tomorrow."
You turn to leave, your hand on the knob.
"Allison?" I ask.
You turn back toward me.
"Yes…Master?"
I smile when you call me that.
"Behave."
You blush faintly, nod, and then walk out of my office. I got back to my desk. I like having you for my dirty little secret.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Who has to know?