My dark secret

Chapter 12

Hello again! This chapter is a bit shorter but still quite naughty, so if you read this and you're not 18+ that's on you!

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Tom

Every few minutes I check my mirror to make sure she's still following me and hasn't fallen behind.

When she asked if she could go to the bathroom, it didn't occur to me that she was going to touch herself but when I heard her soft moans coming through the bathroom door I suddenly got irrationally angry. I wanted it to be me to make her come.

Seeing as I don't know how long we'll have to stay at the clubhouse, I told her to pack a bag with essentials. I followed her the whole time making sure she didn't touch herself again. Her next orgasm is mine.

Nearly everybody is already at the clubhouse when we arrive. Everywhere you look there are families, children running around and animals playing with the kids. God knows what Catherine is thinking. She must think we fuck like rabbits.

"Beth," I call over Kyle's wife. "This is Catherine," I say introducing them. "I have to talk to my dad," I tell Catherine. "This is Kyle's wife. She'll show you around."

"Another Irish person!" Beth says, delighted.

Catherine laughs. "No, that's my dad. I'm Welsh."

I look at her for a moment. I didn't know her dad was Irish.

"Tom!" Damian shouts from the doorway of the meeting room.

I leave Catherine with Beth and go over.

"Close the door."

I do as I'm told and take my place.

We sit in silence for a moment as the prez surveys us all.

"All right, meeting is in session."

Catherine

Beth shows me around, chatting away. First, she lets me know where I can leave my stuff for the time being: the sleeping quarters. They're mostly rooms with bunkbeds, I assume for situations like this one, but there are a couple of rooms with just one bed. They're the size of a shoebox but who am I to complain? It's not like I'm going to be living here forever.

"The kitchen is there, storeroom there," she points to where I found Tom and Melissa. "This is the training room," she says, pointing through the doorway to a room with a boxing ring in the middle, some punching bags and weights lying around. Hey, maybe I'll get some exercise done whilst I'm here.

She ends the tour in the main hall where we came from. There's a bar, lots of tables and sofas. It looks like a cross between a café and a bar. When we get there, Tom is talking to Kyle.

Beth drapes an arm around her husband's shoulders and smiles at him. They look cute together.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Tom asks, pulling me away from the couple. He leads me back to the sleeping rooms and goes into one of the small ones.

"What's up?" I ask. "How long do we have to be here?"

"A day, hopefully two at the most," he answers, looking serious.

The room is so small I'm pressed up against him; the bed takes up all the space. He picks me up and drops me on the bed.

Making sure to keep his body-weight off me, he crawls on top of me. His lips are a hairbreadth away from mine and his breath fans across my face. Slowly, he goes down. His hands grip my knees, pulling them apart and then slide up my thighs, pushing up my skirt. I squirm a little, the anticipation of what is about to happen getting to me.

"I told you you were going to regret touching yourself," he says thickly.

Even though I cleaned myself up and changed my knickers, I can feel how wet I still am.

His fingertips brush over the material of my underwear, teasing me. The sensation sends my eyes rolling back.

"That was supposed to be my orgasm," he growls, applying more pressure.

I have no idea what he's on about but it feels good.

He hooks his fingers through the waistband and pulls down my knickers. "I thought good girls were supposed to be obedient."

His breath is cool against my wet folds and a shiver runs down my spine.

Suddenly, his tongue is on me and my back arches with pleasure. "Yes," I breath.

"Do you like that?" he asks. "Or would you rather this." He sucks my clit into his mouth and my hand shoots to his head.

He grabs my hands in one of his and pushes two fingers up inside me with the other. "Or would you rather I do this?"

"Fuck, yes," I yell. I know there are children outside, but I can't help myself.

He continues fucking me with his fingers and lapping at clit with his tongue. I was already painfully horny before we entered the room and now, the coil is so tight inside of me I can feel that it's about to snap at any moment.

"Oh, God, Tom. I'm going to come."

"Yeah?"

I nod, unable to speak.

Suddenly, he lets go of my hands and stands. "Good."

Wait, what?

I open my eyes and look up at him. His hard on is visibly straining against his jeans. I reach forwards to release it but he slaps my hand away.

"If you dare touch yourself, you are going to be even more sorry," he tells me, his eyes glittering dangerously. "The only person who is allowed to give you orgasms is me, understood?"

I nod speechlessly.

"I'll see you outside."

He closes the door behind him leaving me to wonder what the fuck just happened.