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Secrets by Forks1

Chapter Two - Stood Up

Tanya Denali

Where the hell is that bastard, I asked myself while checking my watch for the tenth time in the last five minutes. If one more stuttering idiot approaches me wanting my autograph, so help me...

"Excuse me, Miss?" The nasally voice of my waiter interrupted my already bad mood.

"What?" I snarled at the feminine man.

"Your date for the evening called and asked for the best bottle of wine to be delivered to your table with his apologies. He said he is running late and will be here shortly."

"Well? Where is the damn bottle?" I spat impatiently while leaning back in my chair.

"Here you are, ma'am," he whispered as he popped the cork from the bottle.

The sniveling little man poured a small amount into my glass. Grabbing the cork from the waiter, I inhaled the smooth scent of the mouth-watering wine. Taking the glass the waiter offered, I inhaled again before taking a small sip. Wow. The aroma that filled my senses was delightful. The texture was smooth and cold as it slid down my throat. A small smile of satisfaction slipped out onto my face.

"Does this selection please you?" The waiter asked.

"It'll do." Well, one thing is for certain: Masen still has good taste in wine. Watching all the happily in-love couples sitting around my table, my mind crept back to the good ole' days. Masen and I were so young and in love. It was so hard to keep our hands to ourselves, always touching, kissing, laughing. Now we hardly ever saw each other. Between my prominent career in modeling and his job flying the friendly skies, I was lucky to have him home in bed with me twice a week. I could kiss the woman who created my large stick of vibrating joy. Of course, Dante filled most empty nights, but when he couldn't, my body needed to have some type of satisfaction.

Quit sulking, the real deal will be in bed tonight, but damn, a woman has needs. The thoughts running rampant in my head were darkening as more time passed. Anger clouded my eyes as the waiter approached the table again, looking sheepish. What is it now?

"I-I'm so, um, so sorry. Your, um, date called again..."

"Spit it out, will you?" My patience, along with the wine, no longer existed. Why in the hell didn't he just call my damn cell phone? Sitting here at this table for the past forty-five minutes was not only humiliating for a beautiful woman like me, but downright inexcusable. Masen would pay for this when he finally got his ass here.

"He's not coming. He said he would meet you at home." The annoying little man made his hasty escape.

Shock hit my system with a loud crash. He's not coming?! The waiter's words echoed in my mind. Then the weight of the situation hit me full-on. Stood up? I, Tanya Denali, had been stood up? How dare he!

Snatching my clutch, I dug through searching for my valet and coat check tickets. Keep your cool, Tanya, you have an image to uphold. Two cleansing breaths later, I stood from my table with as much dignity as I could muster. The short walk to the entrance felt like a walk of shame. Everyone stared as I passed by, judging me.

The line that had formed at the coat room was more than an annoyance. Tanya Denali does not stand in line. Holding my head high, I walked to the front of the line, ignoring all the sounds of shock and protest. "Coat, please."

Draping my white mink over my arm, I went to retrieve my car.

"Excuse me, Miss Denali, you need to pay for the bottle of wine you had. We don't make it policy to give out free bottles of that vintage." The Matre d's tone was full of distain.

"I didn't order it, my husband did, bill him," I hissed.

"Very well, Miss Denali, enjoy your evening."

Could this night get any worse? I asked myself. The answer came as my cherry red Viper purred around the corner. Well, at least the whole night's not a failure. My Viper. My beautiful Viper. Nothing made me feel more on top than driving in this beautiful creation.

Sliding into the creamy leather seat, the sweet intoxicating smell of money filled my senses. Money. Forget diamonds, Money was my best friend. After all, it takes money to buy diamonds, expensive cars, glamorous homes, and all the friends you want.

Stepping on the gas, the engine purred to life, tires squealed and I was on my way home. Speed. The rush of flying down the road toward my house was exhilarating. My husband had a lot of explaining to do. Picking up my blue-tooth and fastening it to my ear, my slender finger pressed my husband's speed dial. You jerk, you'd better be home!

"Please enjoy this music while we try and connect your call," Masen's phone told me right before the all familiar tune started to play...

"I heard you're doing okay

But I want you to know

I'm a dick

I'm addicted to you

I can't pretend I don't care

When you don't think about me

Do you think I deserve this?"

"Can't take your call, leave a message," his phone prompted.

You've got to be kidding me! "You better have a damn good reason for standing me up tonight," I growled before pushing the end button. Throwing my phone onto the seat next to me, my foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal. Trying to keep the tears at bay, the muscles in my jaw clenched as air was pulled into my lungs, only to be released in a quick huff. All the anger and embarrassment of being stood up hit me like a ton of bricks.

Pull yourself together, Tanya. Emotional outbursts show weakness. You are NOT weak.

Pressing the gate and garage openers, my car turned into my driveway. Of course, his stall is empty. My hand flew up to wipe the single tear from my cheek before it dripped onto my sexy, red designer dress. The hours spent searching for the perfect dress my husband could peel off of me were wasted. Another tear escaped before the dam broke. Shit. My makeup's screwed. The tears fell freely as my hand fumbled with the key, eventually pulling it from the ignition.

Valentine's day was meant to be shared with your lover. A loud snort erupted from my chest at the thought: Lover. I should have called Dante instead of making plans with my husband. Another snort of laughter bubbled up in my chest as Dante crossed my mind again.

For the past 5 years, Dante had been the one who'd helped me scratch the incessant itch Masen left behind while on his long international flights. Truth be told, Dante was more of a husband than Masen, making love to me five nights out of the week to Masen's two. It didn't matter to me that Masen paid half of our bills, I stayed in the marriage because I hadn't found anyone who could satisfy me in bed the way he could. If we were to part ways, those two erotic nights of the week would be lost to me forever.

The mood music that was playing softly as the door opened brought on another round of fresh tears. Only one thing could numb the anger that was quickly dissolving into hurt. Not wanting to take the time to stop for a glass, my feet carried me straight to the freezer. The chilled bottle of Grey Goose was securely cradled in my hand, the lid tossed to the counter as my lips formed perfectly around the collar of the bottle. The cold liquid burned down my throat as my mouth welcomed the mind-numbing medication.

My goal in drinking the vodka was not to get plastered, only to take the edge off the anger and embarrassment of the evening. Putting the bottle back into the freezer, my aching feet reminded me that it was time to get out of my stiletto's and beautiful dress.

A bubble bath sounds perfect, I thought. Stepping out of my heels, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. "What to add, what to add…?" I mumbled to myself quietly as my eyes raked over the many bottles of bubble bath and salts. "Freesia? No, it's his favorite. Hmm, Peach? No, I'm not in the mood for fruity. Oh, here we go!" Grabbing the lavender bath salt from the shelf, my fingers twisted the lid off, scooped a generous amount of the salts, and added them to the steamy water filling my tub.

As the tub filled, I walked back into the bedroom to carefully remove the designer dress from my body, leaving the it laying across the bed. Too bad he wouldn't see me in this little number. It surely would have knocked his socks off.

The woman staring back at me in the full length mirror was sexy as hell in her red lace bra and matching thong. Twisting my body a little, my hand ran over my perfectly toned ass. Imagining Masen's hand replacing mine, my eyes closed to better enjoy the moment. It had been five long, lonely nights without being pleasured correctly by my husband. I'd had to make do with my pleasure stick since Dante hadn't been available the last few days. But, even when Dante was with me, the yearning for what my body really craved was front and center on my mind. Shit. I needed a man tonight, a real man. A small moan escaped my lips as I slid a finger under the lace of my thong.

Shaking myself out of my fantasy, my fingers hooked the sides of my thong, pulling it down over the curve of my hips, letting it slip to the floor. Leaving the thong where it fell, my fingers released the hooks on the back of my bra, freeing my perfectly round breasts. The bra slipped from my fingertips, falling to the floor, next to the matching thong.

The water was hot as my body eased down into the tub. Aaahhh, just what the doctor ordered. A small, relaxed smile formed on my lips. Damn, I should have brought a glass of Grey Goose up with me. Sitting up, my hand reached for the phone on the wall. Sure, Carmen had the night off, but since my night was ruined, hers could be as well. She was my maid, after all.

"Yes, Miss Tanya," a sleepy voice asked.

"Carmen, I need a glass of Grey brought to my tub."

"Just one glass or two?"

"A glass, Carmen, a glass," I hissed. It's so hard to find good these days.

"Yes, ma'am, I'll bring it right up."

A few minutes later, Carmen walked in carrying a tray which held a glass and the bottle of Grey Goose submerged in a tub of ice.

"Bless you," I purred as she set the tray on the side of the tub.

"You sounded like you may want more than one glass, Miss Tanya," Carmen whispered.

"Remind me to give you a raise in the morning," I chuckled as I reached for the glass.

"Yes, ma'am. Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No, this is all."

Carmen left quietly while I gingerly sipped the delicious liquid. Once she left, however, I downed the whole glass in one gulp and quickly poured me another. What the hell, drunk is better than pissed, right? Justification always came easy for me.

The buzz that started to cloud my mind intensified with every swallow, and with every swallow my eyes got heavier. If I just close my eyes for a sec... I told myself as my heavy lids slowly lowered.

The brief feel of warm lips on mine jolted me awake. The water surrounding me was lukewarm, the bathroom dimly lit by a few candles. Where did the candles come from?

"What the hell?" I muttered.

"I am so sorry, Tanya."

Anger boiled up inside of me as my gaze fell on my no-good husband. Masen was in the process of removing his tie. The way he loosened up the navy blue silky fabric was more than erotic, it was downright indecent.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hissed as I stood up.

"Getting in the tub with my sexy wife." He smirked.

"Bullshit! You think you can stand me up on Valentine's day, without a call, then come home and everything is fine and dandy? You think I will just say, 'oh, baby, I've missed you, come here for a tasty, earth shattering fuck?'"

The smirk on his face was cocky and unremorseful. He slipped the tie fabric from his neck and dropped it, ignoring my nasty tone.

"What the hell are you thinking?" I snapped as he moved closer to the tub, stretching out his arm toward me.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" Yelling at him felt good.

The look of satisfaction was all but glowing on his face. "There's the Tanya I was hoping to come home to," Masen groaned, his voice low and husky.

The anger was melting away as his deep voice penetrated my soul. The love we had once shared was almost non-existent. The sex, however, was nothing that words could describe. Never in all the twelve years of our marriage had another man turned me inside out during sex. Truth be told, that was the only reason we stayed together. I knew it and he knew it.

Stepping out of the tub, I reached for a towel and raked it over my body, removing the hundreds of water droplets.

"What? No foreplay in the tub this time?"

"You waited so damn long, the water is barely warm now. What time is it anyways?"

Masen slid his gaze from my body to his watch. "Just after midnight, my flight was delayed in Los Angeles."

Glancing at the clock on the wall only confirmed what he had said. A quarter after midnight.

Masen bent over, picking up the discarded lingerie on the bathroom floor. "Put these back on." The husky voice was back as he demanded this of me.

I glared at him, Damn, he's sexy in his uniform. The navy blue slacks hugged all the right places, his light blue shirt clung to his beautifully developed chest, his bulging biceps making the sleeves snug. His firm playful tone demanding as he settled into our favorite role play: Domination. I loved to be dominated in this one area.

"I don't feel like it," I bit back in the same playful tone he had used.

Stepping so close to me that our chests touched, he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back so I had no choice but to look straight into his gorgeous green eyes. "Put the damn lingerie back on or you will be punished, Tanya. I want to see my wife dressed up as a whore."

Standing up against him, I felt my nipples harden as the cotton material of his shirt brushed against me. Feeling the hardness at the same time I did, and grinning, he looked down at the pert pearls before bringing his fingers up to flick my right nipple.

Electricity shot to my core. "If you wanted to see me all whored-up, you should have made it to the restaurant."

A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes as he pulled me by the hair into the bedroom. Shoving me onto the bed face down, I waited for what I knew - what I craved - was coming. I didn't have to wait long for the sting of his hand as it slapped my ass. A cry of pleasurable pain escaped my mouth. I felt a sting of pain, and then another shot through me as I tried to control my body from writhing in erotic pain. Damn, he's good.

"Are you going to be a good girl and put these back on or do I need to punish you more?" Masen whispered, his voice low, demanding.

I wanted to scream for more punishment. After all, I had been a naughty girl. Dante had been over 3 times this week and I already had him scheduled for next week. Masen didn't know about Dante. It was my dirty little secret, known only by my maids, and they were sworn to secrecy.

"I'll put them on," I said, trying to control the whimper in my voice.

"That's my girl."

Getting up from the bed, I reached for the lingerie but was shocked when Masen grabbed my wrist instead, pulling me to him. His mouth descended on mine, ravishing it for a brief moment before shoving me away again.

Tossing the lingerie on the bed next to the dress, he turned and started for the door. "I expect the dress to be on as well, when I get back upstairs." He paused so he could turn to look at me. "And go fix your hair and makeup, you look like shit."

Waves of excitement and heat rocked through me as he walked out the door, slamming it for effect. I loved it when he played a rough demanding asshole. Quickly gathering the lingerie and dress from the bed, and my shoes from the floor, I hurried to the bathroom to do as he had demanded. Not knowing how much time he was going to allow for me to get ready was part of the fun. Did I want to take it slow and disappoint him in hopes of more punishment? Or, did I want to please him and be ready when he walked through the door?

My hair and make-up didn't take much time thankfully. I took my time with my thong, making sure the strings were laying precisely where they needed to be. I adjusted my bra, pushing my perfectly formed breasts together so that my red dress had the right cleavage effect. Once everything was on and in place, I stepped into my matching red stiletto's.

Standing in front of my full length mirror, I spun quickly. A smile appeared on my lips as the bottom hem of the dress danced lightly, fluttering up and out to expose my red lace thong underneath. Perfect, absolutely perfect.

Masen was waiting for me when I came back into the bedroom."It's about damn time, Tanya. You made me wait, do you think I like to wait, Tanya?" Masen was standing by the window, a look of frustration on his face.

My body tingled at his angry tone. "I tried to be fast," I stuttered.

Masen stalked toward me. "Grab your ankles."

Instantly wet, I did what he demanded. Cool air hit my ass as I leaned over, holding my breath in anticipation of my punishment.

The sound of his belt being unbuckled increased the wetness at my core, metal clanking as he ripped the belt from his waist.

Slap! The leather belt hit my ass, full force. Screaming out in delicious pain I bit my lip waiting for the final two blows. Oh yes! That's it, baby, more! I wanted to scream, but the blows never came. What is he waiting for? I wondered to myself.

I waited a few more seconds before taking a peek at Masen. He was standing behind me staring at my ass, licking his lips, his hardened length straining beneath his slacks.

"Stand up," he barked out his command.

The rush I felt as I suddenly stood up was almost enough to make me dizzy. Head rush! Slowly I turned to face him.

"Get on your knees," Masen demanded as he undid his slacks, pushing them to the floor along with his silk boxers.

With my mouth watering, I dropped to my knees.

"You know what I like, Tanya, don't disappoint me."

Wrapping my fingers around him, I took him in my mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head as I tasted him, sweet and silky smooth. A small moan escaped my throat as I took him further into my mouth. This was my favorite thing to do. Pleasing Masen this way brought on my own orgasm. Wrapping my arms around his thighs, my hands cupped his ass. Sucking long and deep I enjoyed the rhythm he set, savoring each thrust into my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, taking fist-full's of hair, securing me to him, not that I was about to let go.

The heat building in my core began throbbing for release as I continued to pleasure him, moaning and pulling him further in my mouth the first waves of release rocked through me. I could feel Masen getting closer to his release as his thrusts quickened, his hands pulled my hair more tightly. Ripping my head back, he pulled me from his throbbing erection.

"Get up," he nearly shouted, pulling me to my feet. Rough hands tore at the zipper at the back of my dress. Inching the dress down my body, he gasped in pleasure as he raked his eyes over my bra and thong. Taking his time, he pushed the straps of my bra down my shoulders, pausing to kiss and nibble my breasts.

Guiding me to the bed, his mouth overtook mine, urgency and demand in every swipe of his tongue against mine. Pushing me roughly to the bed, Masen took his time placing the handcuffs that adorned the foot board to my ankles.

"Don't move an inch," he demanded hoarsely, ripping the thong from my body.

Focusing all my strength to keeping my body still, I grabbed fist-full's of the sheet, clenching my teeth, internally writhing in ecstasy. Masen crouched beside me on the bed, black feather in hand, watching me struggle to stay still.

The feather brushed down between my breasts, tickling its way down my navel, dipping down over my soft folds. My body instinctively wanted to arch up into the soft feathery touches. Mind over matter Tanya. I fought the urge, ultimately winning out.

Not willing to give up, Masen leaned down over me, his mouth hovering over my heated wet core, blowing warm air over me. The scream that ripped out of my throat as his tongue slowly slid out of his mouth, licking lightly up my core, between my folds. "Damn, Tanya," Masen croaked, "you're so wet for me tonight."

I couldn't handle much more torture while keeping still, being at the breaking point, I began to pant. Trying to keep still while violent orgasms rocked through me, was more than a challenge, it was virtually impossible.

Masen loved to torture me this way, it was his favorite part of our game. "You can move with me now," he moaned as he continued his slow gentle tongue torture. Immediately my body arched, thrusting up to meet his mouth.

The feel of the handcuffs being opened at my ankles caught me by surprise. Masen must have seen the surprise on my face. "Get on the floor," he commanded. "Now!" he shouted when I didn't move right away.

Watching him put the condom on reminded me of the many times he had begged me for children. I had to laugh as I remembered him asking me how many kids I eventually wanted during our engagement. Truth be told, I never wanted children. They were messy, rude, and the cause of stretch marks. No. Thank. You. The next day, knowing he didn't feel the same way I did about children, I took it upon myself to schedule an appointment to get an IUD, after being told that I was too young to make the life-altering decision to have my tubes tied. After twelve years of harassing my gynecologist, he finally gave in and tied my tubes two weeks ago. So watching Masen put on his condom made me want to burst into hysterics. Part of me wondered why he finally quit asking about children. But that part would have to wait until the other parts were satisfied.

Scrambling to the floor, he pulled me to my knees facing the bed and bent me over it. Getting in position behind me, he roughly pulled my legs apart before thrusting deep inside of me. Gasping for air, he pulled out all the way and thrust back in, slamming into me over and over again. My body tensed as I climaxed again, tightening around his length. As his climax hit him, he slammed into me one last time, collapsing into me, panting.

After Masen finally released me from his hold, I tried to get up as the exhaustion and alcohol I had consumed earlier in the evening hit me full force. I lacked the strength to move.

"Come on, Tanya, I'll help you get cleaned up." The dominating tone was no longer present in Masen's voice as he gently helped me up to my feet. When I stumbled slightly, he swung me up into his arms and carried me to the shower.