BuriedSecrets Read Online Free PDF Page A

that. I really can’t have you trying to escape
right now. I need to think about what to do.” With that, he stood up and
started pacing.
    I lay there, my head swimming, and watched him. Finally he
turned to me.
    “Assume that what I have told you is true. Would it be safer
to retrieve the Amulet now and try to destroy it, or to run and hide until they
forget and then return for it?”
    I stared at him. Was he serious? He certainly looked
worried. Why would he even consider trying to destroy it if what he was telling
me wasn’t true? I thought about his question. If they had found him once, they’d
find him again. Assuming what he told me was the truth, destroying it now had
the best chance of ensuring his survival. The Three were relentless but if he
no longer had what they wanted, they’d be likely to cut their losses and move
on. But I kept silent. I couldn’t believe my masters were evil. I just couldn’t.
    He frowned down at me as I shut my mouth and stared at him
defiantly.
    “Should I torture you for information, do you think?” he
asked me, his voice deepening as he spoke.
    I felt an answering tingle in my belly along with a thrill
of apprehension. I looked at him wide eyed and he smiled slowly, his eyes
smoldering.
    He reached into the chest next to the bed and pulled out a
riding crop. He slapped it gently against his palm and I flinched. He reached
out and flipped me onto my stomach and I gasped and tensed. He slowly pulled down
the zipper of my leather bustier to expose the skin of my back. My pants also
zipped in the back, and he pulled them down too, tugging on the leather to work
it over my hips and down my ass. He stroked me and I twitched. I couldn’t see
what he was doing and I found the anticipation of where he would touch me next
was intense. I was just beginning to enjoy his hands on me when the crop came
down on my ass. I cried out in surprise and shock. The pain was fleeting and
nowhere near as bad as I’d imagined. Crispin slid a hand under my body and
found my nipple. He gripped it firmly and I gasped and writhed, pressing my
hips into the bed.
    “Oh, so you like that after all, do you?” he asked me before
flicking the crop down on my back.
    He hit me quickly several times in a row and with each
impact I shuddered, taken away from myself until all I felt was the marks left
by the crop and Crispin’s hand on my nipple. My bonds cut into my wrists and
ankles as I squirmed but I barely noticed. Suddenly, Crispin stopped hitting me
and leaned down to run his tongue up my back. The feeling of his hot, wet
tongue on the tender places he’d just hit was the most amazing sensation. Every
nerve felt alive, and warmth rushed through me. I moaned and he laughed.
    “Like it?” he murmured.
    I groaned something and he laughed again and slid a hand
around to my clit. I gasped and sighed as he rubbed it, my pleasure increasing.
He removed his hand and I cried out in dismay. He laughed again and shifted
over me. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me and I begged him to
take me.
    “Get the Amulet now? Or later?” he asked me. “I’ll take you
with me. You’ll see. It has to be destroyed. You can try to take it then, if I
betray you.”
    He moved his swollen member, sliding it away from my
entrance and up my cleft to press against my clit. Moving slightly, he ground
himself into me as he stroked my tender back. I groaned in frustration and gave
up.
    “Now! Get it now. They’ll find you again. The only way is to
destroy it now.”
    There was a momentary pause and then he spoke again. “Thank
you.”
    With that, he rammed himself into me and I gasped and cried
out as he thrust again and again. I couldn’t think, couldn’t reason. My whole
world became the feel of him pushing into me, his hand on my back as he held me
down. I screamed his name as I came, shuddering, my face pressed into the
mattress. He gasped and exhaled loudly, holding himself rigidly above me, and
then collapsed on