A Client's Wet Secret

Kane's POV I’ve been an electrician for fifteen years, and I thought I’d seen every kind of weird s**t people hide in their walls. But nothing prepared me for what I found in Mrs. Elena Voss’s bedroom closet. She was a rich client, mid-thirties with a classy style. She ran a consulting firm from home and controlled other multiple businesses. When she called about the lights going on and off in her home office, I showed up on time with my toolbox in hand, expecting to do a standard job and just leave. She'd greeted me at the door in a silk blouse and pencil skirt, her hair pinned up, looking every bit the professional that she is. But there was something nervous and hungry in her eyes when she showed me to the room. “Try not to make too much of a mess,” she said with a low sexy voice. “I have an important call in an hour.” I nodded and got to work. The issue was a loose wire behind a wall panel near her walk-in closet. I pulled the panel off and started tracing the line. That’s when my hand brushed against a loose floorboard inside the closet. Curiosity got the better of me. I lifted it. Holy f**k. It was a hidden compartment. Inside were black leather cuffs lined with fur, a thick silicone dildo with a suction base, a vibrating wand, n****e clamps with delicate chains, a flogger with soft leather tails, and several bottles of lube. A small anal plug with a jeweled base glinted under my flashlight. Everything neatly arranged like a secret shrine. I heard her heels on the hardwood behind me. “Mr. Kane? How’s it—” Her words died when she saw me crouched there, holding the wand in one gloved hand. Elena’s face flushed crimson. She didn’t scream or call the cops. She just stood frozen there, her lips parted, her breathing fast. I set the wand down slowly. “This yours?” She swallowed hard. “I… yes. Please, I can explain—” “No need to explain.” I stood up, towering over her in my work boots. At 6’2”, with calloused hands and a deep voice from years of shouting over power tools, I knew I cut an imposing figure. “But I’m curious. A woman like you, successful, put-together, why do you have all this? What do you do with them when you’re alone?” Her gaze dropped to the floor. The power had already shifted, I could feel it in the air between us. “I… I use them,” she whispered. “When the stress gets too much. I need to let go. Completely.” I stepped closer. “You need someone to make you let go.” Her breath hitched. She didn’t deny it. I closed the closet door. “Lock the front door, Elena. And cancel that call.” She hesitated only a second before obeying. When she came back, her hands were trembling. “Strip,” I said quietly. “Slowly.” She did. Her blouse went first, then the skirt, bra, and finally the lace panties. Her body was incredible. Blessed with full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and a smooth, shaved p***y already glistening. I could see her arousal shining on her inner thighs. “On the bed. Spread your legs wide.” Elena climbed onto her king-sized bed and opened her thighs. I picked up the wand and the thick dildo, then joined her. I ran my rough fingers up her inner thigh, teasing the soft skin until she shivered. “You’re soaked already, aren't you?” I murmured. “All because I found your dirty little secret?” “Yes, Sir,” she breathed. Sir. I smiled. “Good girl.” I started with my fingers. Two of them slid easily into her tight, wet heat. She gasped, arching her back. I curled them upward, stroking that spongy spot inside her while my thumb circled her swollen c**t. Elena’s hips bucked immediately. “Oh god…” I pumped faster, adding a third finger, stretching her. Her p***y was smooth and hot, making wet sounds as I worked her. Within minutes she was shaking. “First one,” I told her. “c*m for me.” She shattered hard, crying out as her walls clenched around my fingers in rhythmic pulses. I didn’t stop. I kept fingering her through it, drawing out every spasm until she was whimpering. “Too much…please… “You can take more,” I said, grabbing the vibrating wand. I turned it on low, and pressed it firmly against her c**t while my fingers kept thrusting. Her second orgasm hit faster and harder. Her thighs quivered violently, as she coated my fingers with her juices and dripped on the sheets. I kept going. By the third orgasm, she was sobbing with pleasure, tears streaking her makeup, her body thrashing. I finally eased my fingers out, glistening with her c*m. “Clean them.” She sucked my fingers eagerly, tasting herself, her eyes glassy with submission. Now I stripped. My heavy c**k sprang free, thick, veined, and rock hard. Elena’s gaze locked onto it with raw need. I positioned myself between her legs and slid the thick dildo into her soaked p***y. She moaned loudly as it filled her. I turned the vibration on high and f****d her with it in steady, deep strokes while my other hand pinched and tugged her n*****s. “c*m again for me, Elena,” I commanded. She came a fourth time around the toy, squirting all over. The sight of her completely undone, her hair messy, her breasts heaving, her p***y stretched and dripping was too much. It nearly made me lose control. I pulled the dildo out and set it aside. “On your knees.” Elena knelt on the bed in front of me. I stroked my c**k, hard and fast, using her juices still on my hand as lube. She watched, mesmerized, her lips parted and eager. “Push your t**s together.” She obeyed, presenting her full breasts to me. I immediately started f*****g her breasts and it felt so good. My d**k rubbing against her soft smooth flesh was a pressure building sensation on its own. “Yes f**k… just like that,” she moaned. With a deep grunt, I came hard, thick ropes of c*m painting her t**s, dripping down her n*****s and cleavage in messy streaks. Some landed on her chin. She looked beautiful like that. Marked and claimed by me. I rubbed the head of my c**k across her c*m-covered breasts, smearing it over her skin. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? A real man to take control.” “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please… be my secret Master. I’ll do anything.” I tilted her chin up, meeting her eyes. “Then this stays between us. You call me when you need me. You obey when I come over. Your kinks belong to me now.” She nodded eagerly, still wearing my c*m on her chest like a trophy.