My girlfriend would be out of the city for a couple of weeks, and this would be the perfect time to visit my dirty little secret. She was a sweet, pretty little thing that I had kept on the side since my years in high school. I had managed to keep it a secret from my friends, and most importantly, from my girlfriend. This was a part of my life I wanted to keep secret. A fun but risky relationship with another girl that didn't require any of the responsibility of a boyfriend, because my relationship with her was that of a master and a slave.

  ...

  I tied the collar around her neck. A thin metal chain connected the black leather to a loop in the wall. I had placed her in a very awkward position, kneeling down on the floor. Her arms were cuffed behind her back. A ball gag was shoved deep inside her mouth. It was a beautiful sight to behold, her grey sweater pulled up over her small round tits, her black leggings torn and stretched to reveal the most private parts of her body. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head backwards. I was pleased to see her obediently looking straight into my eyes. Her beautiful face was covered with mascara, a few drops of black tears dripping down her cheeks.

  "Don't worry, I'll get you a new pair of leggings after. I like your sweater though. It suits you," I said, letting go of her hair and giving her a soft slap on her cheek. "Come on Rosie, show me how much you appreciate the compliment."

  "Mhhmm... mhhhmh..." she hummed, struggling against her restraints. She arched her back and moved her hips towards me. Her tongue slipped out from the ball gag and licked over the fabric covering my dick. She was so good at that.

  "There we go. Good girl," I said, caressing her soft cheek. "I knew you were still a slut for my cock. You really haven't changed a bit since high school."

  I kneel down and place my hand under her chin. I grab her soft pale cheeks and force her to look up at me. She stares into my eyes, and I can tell that she's quite excited. Even though I know I have treated her like shit in the past, she would always be grateful to me. She loved serving me. I let go of her face and reach for the back of her head. I undo the buckle and remove the ball gag from her mouth. A thick line of drool connects the rubber sphere with her red, abused lips.

  "You're such a sick bastard," she said, trying to catch her breath.

  "Don't act like you don't love it," I said, leaning forward to give her a kiss. Our tongues intertwine and explore each other's mouths. She moans into my mouth as I reach down and grab a firm hold of her ass.

  "I hate this so much," she says, breaking off our passionate kiss. "Why am I letting you do this to me again?"

  "Because you love me," I reply, kissing her again.

  She breaks off the kiss again. "I fucking hate you, you piece of shit."

  "But you'll let me fuck you, won't you?" I ask.

  She looks down at the floor and doesn't reply. She's been like this for years, but she hasn't changed at all. She still loves to pretend she hates me, while deep down, she knows it's the opposite. She's just scared to admit her true feelings, so she acts tough and tells me how much she hates me. I think I'll let her pretend, and I'll continue to use her however I like.

  "Come on, don't make me wait," I said, undoing the zipper of my pants.

  She takes the cue and immediately wraps her lips around the head of my cock. I feel her warm wet tongue slide up and down my shaft, making me grow harder and harder.

  "I'm surprised you're still such a slut for my dick," I said, grabbing her by the hair and thrusting my cock deep into her throat. She gags and drools all over my cock.

  "Come on, I know you can take it deeper than that," I said, pulling her head forward and forcing my dick into the back of her throat. I hold her head in place for a few seconds before letting her come up for air. She gasps and coughs and tries to catch her breath.

  "Fuck you, I hate you so much," she said, glaring up at me.

  "I love you too," I replied, pushing her head down onto my cock once again.

  I force myself all the way down her throat, making her gag and struggle for air.

  "Mhmhmh... mmhmhm," she gargled, choking on my dick.

  I pull out, letting her come up for air once again. She glares up at me and wraps her lips around the head of my cock once again, sucking it eagerly.

  "Look at you, one minute you're telling me how much you hate me, the next minute you're eagerly sucking my dick like a good little bitch," I said, stroking the side of her face. "I really have turned you into my slut."

  "Shut the fuck up," she replied, taking my cock back into her mouth.

  "Do you want my cum?" I asked, placing both hands on the back of her head.

  She doesn't reply, only continuing to suck on my cock. I grab her by the hair and push her head down on my dick, forcing myself deep down her throat.

  "Do you want it?" I asked, feeling my balls begin to twitch.

  "Mhmhm... mmhmhm," she whimpered.

  I push her head all the way down my dick, burying my cock in the back of her throat.

  "FUCK! Fuck yes!" I exclaimed, firing ropes of hot, sticky cum into her throat.

  "Mmhmmhmh..." she whimpered, gagging as the cum flowed down her throat.

  I held her head down on my cock until she swallowed every last drop of my cum.

  "Fuck yes. That was good," I said, letting go of her head and stepping back.

  "You're such a fucking asshole," she said, gasping for air. "Why do I even let you do this to me? You're the fucking worst."

  "And yet, you're the one that keeps coming back for more," I said, grabbing her by the neck. "What does that say about you?"

  "Fuck you," she replied, looking away. "I'm going to tell your girlfriend what you've been doing."

  "Go ahead. You do that," I said, letting go of her and grabbing the keys to the cuffs from the kitchen counter. "It'll save me the trouble of having to explain it to her myself."

  "You're a fucking piece of shit," she said, standing up. She's been threatening to tell my girlfriend for a long time now, but I don't think she has the courage to actually go through with it. One because she doesn't want to lose this little arrangement, and two because she's afraid I might retaliate by telling her own boyfriend about this little secret of ours.

  "I know. And you love it," I said, placing my hand on her head and ruffling her hair.

  "Fuck you," she said, shrugging off my hand. "I hate how you treat me like I'm your fucking toy."

  "Isn't that exactly what you are?" I asked, unlocking the cuffs from her wrists.

  She didn't respond, only giving me an angry stare.

  "Come on, don't give me that look," I said, taking her by the leash and leading her to a chair in the middle of the room. "You know what to do."

  I sat down on the chair, unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants exposing my hardening dick. I grabbed her by the leash and pulled her towards me. She didn't need no instructions. She climbed onto the chair and straddled me, her leggings torn wide open, her pussy exposed.

  "You're such an asshole," she said, looking down at me. "I can't believe I let you treat me like this."

  I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down until the tip of my cock pressed against her pussy.

  "Go on, ride it," I said, looking up at her.

  She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she reached down between her legs and guided my cock into her wet, inviting pussy.

  "Fuck you," she moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on tight as she bounced up and down my dick. "You're such a fucking asshole."

  "That's cute," I replied, slapping her ass and gripping her hips as she rode me. "But you're the one who's enjoying this, aren't you?"

  "Fuck you!" she screamed, pressing her chest against mine and resting her chin on my shoulder.

  ..

  We went on like this for a few minutes, her moaning and cursing at me but at the same time bouncing her pussy up and down my dick, her juices dripping onto the floor beneath us. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her chest, feeling her tits press against my cheeks. She let out a loud moan and dug her nails into my back.

  "Fuck...fuck..." she whimpered. "Oh god...I'm going to cum..."

  I could feel her pussy clenching and convulsing around my cock.

  "Go ahead, cum for me," I said, giving her ass a hard slap.

  "FUCK! Oh god...oh god...oh FUCK!" she screamed, her body tensing up and her pussy clamping down around my cock as her orgasm rocked her body. Before I could say anything, she lifted her pussy off my dick and a huge gush of her juices splashed all over my dick.

  "Wow, you can really squirt," I said, impressed by the amount of liquid that came gushing out of her.

  "Fuck...fuck..." she gasped, as she moved her fingers down between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. "Oh god...I'm gonna cum again..."

  "Do it, do it," I encouraged her.

  "OH FUCK! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!" she cried out, as another massive torrent of her juices gushed out of her and splattered all over the floor.

  "I didn't know you could squirt that much, Rosie" I said, looking down at the big puddle of her cum that had formed on the floor.

  "F-fuck you...you piece of shit," she moaned, her body shaking as she tried to regain her composure. "I don't know why I let you do this to me..."

  "Yeah, you say that, but look at how much fun you're having," I replied, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her in for a hug.

  "I hate you," she whispered as she took my wet dripping cock into her hands and guided it back into her pussy.

  "You can pretend all you want," I said, holding her tight and kissing her lips. "But I know how much you enjoy it."

  She said nothing, only moaning as she rode my dick, her juices splashing all over the floor as she did. We went on like this for another while, her bouncing her pussy up and down my cock and moaning, as her juices splashed all over the place, soaking both our clothes and the chair beneath us. Her phone started buzzing, and the sound of an incoming text message could be heard.

  "What was that?" I asked, looking up at her as she continued riding my cock.

  "Nothing," she mumbled, her eyes rolling back in her head as she continued to bounce her pussy up and down my dick.

  "You sure? It sounded like someone sent you a text," I said.

  "It's my boyfriend," she replied, looking away.

  "Oh really? Well, maybe we should answer him and tell him what's going on," I said, giving her ass a hard slap.

  She said nothing, only whimpering as she bounced her pussy up and down my cock. We both knew we had to keep this a secret, we were both playing a dangerous game, but neither of us was willing to give it up.

  "I wonder what he would think if he knew about this?" I asked, holding her hips and helping her bounce her pussy up and down my cock.

  "He won't...he doesn't need to know..." she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as her juices kept gushing out of her and soaking the chair and the floor beneath us.

  "Lets keep it that way then," I said, holding her tight and kissing her lips.

  She kissed me back, her tongue exploring my mouth, her pussy continuing to convulse and gush out her juices, soaking our clothes and the chair beneath us.

  "I'm getting close," I warned her.

  "This is my risky period," she replied, her pussy clenching and convulsing as she rode my dick.

  "Fuck, you're not on the pill?" I asked, surprised.

  "No, I'm not," she replied, her pussy continuing to clench and convulse as she rode my dick.

  I wasn't sure what to do, but my dick didn't care. It kept throbbing inside her pussy, ready to blow its load. She wasn't on the pill, which meant she could get pregnant. I knew this was a dangerous situation, but it was also a really hot situation. I loved the risk of it. My dick was throbbing, ready to explode. I didn't want to stop, I wanted to cum inside her.

  "Fuck...fuck...I'm going to cum," I groaned, my balls starting to twitch.

  "Fuck...me too..." she whimpered, her pussy convulsing and gushing out her juices.

  We both reached our climax at the same time. I grabbed her ass and thrust my dick deep inside her pussy, shooting a huge load of my cum deep inside her. My dick throbbed, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into her pussy.

  "Oh fuck...oh god...oh fuck," she whimpered, her pussy convulsing and gushing out her juices.

  I held her tight, kissing her lips as we both came down from our orgasms. I didn't care if she got pregnant. I didn't care if her boyfriend found out. I didn't care about anything, except for the pleasure that I was feeling.

  "Fuck, that was good," I said, looking down and seeing my cock coated with a thick layer of her juices as she lifted her pussy off my cock. "You're really good at this."

  "Shut up," she replied, her cheeks turning red. "You better hope I don't get pregnant."

  "Relax, it's not like you're going to tell anyone," I said, giving her a kiss. "Besides, if you do end up pregnant, we can just keep this our little secret. Your boyfriend doesn't need to know."

  She glared at me, her eyes full of anger. "You're such an asshole," she said. But she didn't move, she stayed there, laying on the floor with her torn leggings, her pussy exposed, and cum dripping out of her. She hated me, but she loved me. She knew that, and I knew that. It was a dangerous relationship, but we were both addicted to the thrill of it.

  I grabbed her phone and handed it to her. "I'm going to go wash up. You can text your boyfriend and let him know you're okay. Just make something up," I said.

  She didn't reply, she just took her phone and started typing out a text message.

  "Don't forget, this stays between us," I said, grabbing the leash and giving it a tug.

  "I know," she replied, not looking up from her phone.

  She was my dirty little secret, and I was hers. And no one else could ever know about us. I headed to the bathroom and got into the shower. I couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock, the sounds of her moans and her juices gushing out, and the thrill of knowing that we were both playing a very dangerous game. Her sister would soon pick her up and drive her home, and we would go back to being just friends, like nothing ever happened.

  My girlfriend would be back soon, and everything would go back to normal. But in the back of my mind, I knew that this wouldn't be the last time. I would always find a way to see her again, and every time I did, we would continue to play our little game. A game of secrets and lies, and a game of danger and excitement. And no matter how much we denied it, we were both in love with each other.