What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) by O. Y. Flemming Page A

me whenever he wants. There is a primal look about him. I know
he feels my fear. His eyes are darker than normal. I can't even look
at him. I turn my head still bound under his weight, while his strong
hands hold me in place. He lowers my arms, but doesn't let go of my
wrists. He lowers himself until his face is at my sex. Of course, my
lady garden is reacting with anticipation at what’s about to go
down. Deceitful bitch, she is. Never am I going to self-pleasure her
again.
    My body starts to
tingle, and he hasn't even touched me. I can only assume he is down
there, staring. My breathing has picked up, and I swallow hard
because I have no idea what he's going to do. I do feel wetness at my
center, as if it’s literally dripping from my pussy down the center
of my ass. I cannot be this wet. I shake my head in disbelief as I
hear Bryant moan. He inhales deeply before he shocks my body. Bryant
sticks his tongue in my opening and latches on. He has no mercy on my
clit, as he tongues my pussy at the same time. I’m not sure what
was going on with my body before he did this; there was no build up.
My body convulses. I'm pretty sure my pussy just squirted. The orgasm
tears through me so hard, my tailbone tingles all the way up my
spine. Bryant continues to tongue fuck me as hard as he can; and with
the last breath I have in me, I collapse. Well, I was lying flat
already. My legs fall to the side. Bryant lets go of my hands as he
lifts himself from his knees. When his face comes into view, it is
wet with my juices. My eyes are still blurry. He looks down at me,
sprawled on my island, not able to move.
    “Your pussy's
dripping,” is all he says as he walks toward my bathroom. That
fucking did it. His words alone gives me a mini orgasm. All I can do
is squeeze my thighs together.
    * * *
    I'm still lying on my
countertop when he comes from the bathroom fully clothed, with a bag
in his hand. I wonder if he planned to stay the night. I hadn't
noticed he had a bag with him. He passes me and says nothing. He
takes water from the refrigerator, and then sits his overnight bag on
the floor. Bryant is intimidating at this moment. He takes long gulps
while staring at me viciously. I don’t understand why though? He
asked and received the truth; he received a little more if you ask
me. Oh, I did all the receiving on this one. He finishes the entire
bottle and discards it in the trash. He still hasn’t said a word,
as he looks out to the patio.
    “Bryant,” I finally
manage to say, because my breathing hasn't gone back to normal.
    “Yeah?”
    “Please don't be
mad.” He turns his head, and stares at me.
    “Not at you,” he
tells me.
    “Don't do that to
yourself.”
    “Too late. Get your
ass up, and wash your lady parts. She's been worked over pretty well,
don't you think?”
    I just shake my head,
as I fail at the attempt to get off the counter.
    “Call me if she needs
another workout.”
    “Bryant, wait.”
    He walks toward the
front door and looks over his shoulder.
    His eyes are softer
than they were earlier.
    “I'm serious. If you
need me, Bree, just call me.”
    “Bryant, please,
wait.” And he doesn't.
    He closes the door
while I'm still on my kitchen island naked from the waist down. I
mean really. I’m exposed. Pussy is out; tears are flowing; feelings
are hurt, and I feel like I've lost my best friend.

CHAPTER 6
    Since Bryant arranged
me a half-day, I guess I'll work noon until six. I feel rested
though; my body feels great. In hindsight, thank you, Bryant. Instead
of going to my favorite café, I stop to pick up lunch for Mr. Wilke
and me. Arriving at work, I stop by my office to drop off my bags. I
head to my boss's office. The door is closed, so I try to open it.
Whoa, and apparently locked. “Uh-oh.”
    I step back before I
hear, or see anything. Sheesh, it’s barely noon and he's at it
already? As I turn to leave, the door flies open, and Charlotte comes
out. She has a smile on her face that could light up