Secrets

Oh Detka, My Beautiful Girl

18+

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Why do you smile like you've been told a secret?

Now you're telling lies 'cause you have sworn to keep it

But no one keeps a secret

No one keeps a secret

With a nervous feeling consuming your entire body, you took a deep breath as you stood awkwardly outside the motel room, trying to build up the courage to knock on the door.

It had been three whole days since you agreed to meet Wanda, her arranging everything and giving you the address and room number that she had booked. To say you hadn't stressed or dreamed about this moment would have been a complete lie- you hadn't been able to stop. You practically counted down the minutes until you would be in the room with her, doing whatever she wanted you to do.

Taking one last anxious breath, as you had been standing there a while, you knocked on the door, anticipation building with every second you were left waiting outside. The sound of your heart beating wildly in your chest, pounding against your rib cage, filled your ears until the door swiftly opened, revealing her.

Wanda's face softened at your tense and shy form, her striking eyes contrasting the comforting smile on her face as they darkened, lust and desire swirling dangerously in the green pools of her eyes. A predatory smirk also appeared on her face, only for a split second, before fading back into the soft and gentle smile, encouraging you to come in.

"Take a seat Detka," her tone low, accent slipping into her words as she waits for you to do as she says. It filled her with excitement at how obedient you were, even at the simplest of things such as sitting in the seat she stood behind.

A shaky breath fell from your lips as her hands slid across your shoulders, dropping slightly lower to graze your collarbones before coming back up, one hand resting on the underside of your jaw and tilting your head back against her stomach. Her eyes were fixated on you, the way you shifted in your seat under her gaze causing her to smile down, attempting to ease your nerves.

She was going to show you how much you needed her, how you would only ever need her. Her smile twitched a little, trying to contain her thoughts as she knew she couldn't get carried away. Not just yet. You would have to adjust to her plans of stealing you away so she would have to be patient as to not scare you off.

Oh Detka, you'll soon be mine.

"Don't be nervous Dorogaya," she murmurs, the tone condescending as she lets her fingers brush your jawline. "You know I'd never let anything happen to you," her words easing the worry and doubt as you peered up at her, submission evident on your face as you succumbed to her wishes.

See? You need me Detka. I can get rid of all the negative thoughts.

"That's it," she whispers when you keep your gaze on her, not letting it flicker away to the wall behind her. "Now Detka, how this goes is up to you," she explains, letting your head go and spinning the chair around so you were facing her, your brows furrowing at her words.

"What?" you ask, voice wavering as arousal starts to build between your legs, that sultry look in her eyes driving you insane.

"Well, I can do two things Detka," a sinister smirk pulling at her lips as she lowers her body, letting her hands rest on each armrest while letting her lips slowly inch closer to yours, revelling in how your eyes are drawn to her lips. "I can fuck you slowly, intimately and worship this beautiful body of yours," her hand cups your cheek, her thumb moving to your lips, gently swiping across before dragging it down and releasing it, watching how the blush on your cheeks darken, the way your legs try and squeeze together a little to ease the unbearable heat.