Their Secret Obsession Pippa Moon Novels & Stories

“That’s enough,” said a firm low voice through the microphone. Nathan had passed it to Nicholas. “Please discover all the facts before making accusations. Piper proposed her deal last night. The announcement about the blood moon did not come in until this morning.” The second girl relented, lowering her head. “He’s right. She couldn’t have known…” “But…?” said the first. “Surely the timing was too perfect to be a coincidence.” “Sorry,” I said. “I don’t tell the future. I don’t have the internet. I just made a guess for the sake of the deal.”

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

I said curtly, turning my attention to her, “what do you really want from me?” Her lips curved into a sly smile, her gaze flickering to Alex for a moment before locking onto mine. “I want both of you, Liam. I want to be part of your world and every part of it.” Her voice dropped to a near whisper, dripping with intent. “He can be your hidden secret. On top of the secret you’re already hiding.” The words were like a shot of adrenaline straight to my chest, but it was the photograph she slid across the table that made my blood run cold. My breath hitched when I stared down at the image. A picture of me mid-shift, caught in a blur of fur and claws.

‘Pleasure from here on in. I swallow, and glancing away I catch the suited up business women eying him from behind; the look they give me is laced with envy. I can practically see the green eyed monster seated at their table with them. Sorry ladies, go cast your nets somewhere else. This fish has taken my bait and is well and truly on my hook. ‘Is that right?’ I flash him my you’ve-got-me-if-you-want-me smile. He lays his hand on my knee, firm and massaging. ‘Want to know a secret, Hera?’

I waited for the heavy silence of an insulted host. Pippa did not look angry. She did not even look surprised. She let out a long, heavy sigh. She looked up, and for the first time, I saw her eyes clearly. They were clouded with a deep, hollow exhaustion. It was the look of someone who had carried a heavy weight for a very long time. “Do you have any idea what it costs to stay hidden for ten years?”

Her iPad was still open to a gossip article about a French actress divorcing her third husband, but her eyes were no longer reading. I rubbed the side of my water glass with my thumb. “A secret that big. I kept it for years like I was carrying a glass box in my chest. One wrong step, it breaks. One wrong word, it breaks. The wrong person finds out, it breaks.” Out on the deck, Poppy laughed. Her small laugh jumped across the wind. Sebastian was lifting her a little higher now so she could see something below, maybe the wake trailing behind the yacht. Poppy shrieked with delight, not fear. Both her hands were holding Sebastian’s shoulders. Bunny was trapped between them like diplomatic cargo.

“This is a part payment of ten million. Get the job done, and I will add the rest. When I have my ex back, we would even have more. Trust me, he’s worth billions.” Phanuel smiled. “You have a deal.” Piper stood up, put on her sunglasses, and walked away. She was no longer interested in Ezrah and Michelle. Sebastian was the real deal.

“I don't care. I do want you. I’m yours, Midnight. Do whatever you want with me.” He smiled against her mouth, and for a split second, his eyes glowed with a faint, predatory light. “Then come for your owner, little one. Come for me again and again. We have all night.” As the first orgasm tore through her under the open sky, Lila felt the last of her old life fall away. The graphic designer, the successful professional, the woman who lived alone in a high-rise—they were all gone. In their place was something new, something raw and honest.

My cum-covered thighs and gaping, leaking pussy are crystal clear in every frame. “You filmed me?” I whisper, but my voice cracks with shameful excitement instead of anger. My clit is already throbbing. Sophie smiles, sweet and vicious at the same time. “You love being watched, Mia. I’ve been running a secret fanclub for months. They pay thousands for these clips of you being a filthy exhibitionist slut. Tonight, you’re giving them the live show they’ve been begging for.” She drags me to the hidden playroom in the basement — a space I never knew existed. Costumes, masks, professional lighting, multiple cameras, and a large circular bed in the center.