A Client's Wet Secret.

Elena's pov

I’ve been an electrician for fifteen years, and I thought I’d seen every kind of weird shit people hide in their walls. But nothing prepared me for what I found in Mrs. Elena Voss’s bedroom closet.

She was a high-end client, mid-thirties with a classy style. She ran a consulting firm from home and controlled other multiple businesses. When she called about flickering lights in her home office, I showed up on time, toolbox in hand, expecting a standard job. She greeted me at the door in a silk blouse and pencil skirt, hair pinned up, looking every bit the professional. 

But there was something in her eyes, nervous and hungry when she showed me to the room.

“Try not to make too much 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 fuck.

A hidden compartment. Inside were black leather cuffs lined with fur, a thick silicone dildo with a suction base, a vibrating wand, nipple 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, lips parted, 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 hiding 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. “Slow.”

She did. Blouse first, then the skirt, bra, and finally the lace panties. Her body was incredible. Full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and a smooth, shaved pussy already glistening. I could see her arousal shining on her inner thighs.

“On the bed. Legs spread.”

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,” 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 clit. Elena’s hips bucked immediately.

“Oh god—”

I pumped faster, adding a third finger, stretching her. Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as I worked her. Within minutes she was shaking.

“First one,” I told her. “Cum 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 grabbed the vibrating wand, turned it on low, and pressed it firmly against her clit while my fingers kept thrusting. Her second orgasm hit faster, harder. Her thighs quivered violently, juices coating my hand and dripping onto the sheets.

I kept going. By the third orgasm, she was sobbing with pleasure, tears streaking her makeup, body thrashing. I finally eased my fingers out, glistening with her cum.

“Clean them.”

She sucked my fingers eagerly, tasting herself, eyes glassy with submission.

Now I stripped. My cock 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 pussy. She moaned loudly as it filled her. I turned the vibration on high and fucked her with it in steady, deep strokes while my other hand pinched and tugged her nipples.

“Again,” I commanded.

She came a fourth time around the toy, squirting slightly, soaking my wrist. The sight of her completely undone, hair messy, breasts heaving, pussy stretched and dripping, 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 cock, hard and fast, using her juices still on my hand as lube. She watched, mesmerized, lips parted.

“Push your tits together.”

She obeyed, presenting her full breasts to me. I groaned as the pressure built. With a deep grunt, I came hard,bthick ropes of cum painting her tits, dripping down her nipples 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 cock across her cum-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, 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 cum on her chest like a trophy.