by Monica James
That’s the death of me and I throw my head back while pumping my hips forward. When I feel her choke on my eager cock, I instantly draw my hips back.
“Sorry.” My words are a jumbled mess.
She surprises me by loosening her grip around my base and bobbing her head up and down, taking me in gradually. “Relax your throat,” I command, my voice hoarse. She does as I order. “That’s it.”
When I slip in deep, the pleasure ripples through me and my cock pulsates in her mouth, about ready to come. However, I’m not ready to blow—not yet.
She picks up the speed and finds her rhythm, her mouth working in sync with her hand. I’ve been blown countless times before, but there is something about this that makes me feel like it’s the first time. When she cups and squeezes my balls, I moan and quickly attempt to push her away. But she fastens her mouth on me and strokes my shaft faster.
“Maddy…stop.” It’s a plea, one I’m seconds away from blowing—literally.
But she doesn’t stop. She buries her head further and when I look down and see her head bobbing up and down and working my cock like it’s a lollipop, I can’t stop myself and come with a loud, sated roar. She surprises me because she doesn’t pull back, she continues sucking and swallowing, not pulling away until I’m sucked dry.
I want to say so many things, but the only thing I can say is, “Holy fucking shit!” Not exactly poetic, but hey, that’s the best I can muster after blowing such a load.
When my dick slips from her lips, I look down, admiring her flushed cheeks and swollen wet lips. She looks fucking beautiful. I offer her my hand which she accepts while shyly brushing back her matted hair as she stands.
This would usually be the time I zip up my pants and make up some excuse as to why I have to go. But now, all I want to do is hug Maddy and ask her to do that again.
Tucking myself into my pants, I try and collect my breath, but it’s useless. I’m a fucking mess. I’m completely embarrassed because now that I’m not squirming and whimpering like a girl, I realize I just came in thirty seconds. Talk about shortcomings. Maddy probably thinks I’m some two-pump chump.
“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”
I look at her, beyond horrified she would think my shortcomings are her fault. “Wrong? Are you kidding me? That was fucking incredible.”
She blushes and wipes her lips. “That was…fun.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Fun and blowjob in the same sentence is a marriage made in heaven. But before I go planning their wedding, I need to clarify something.
Brushing my pointer down her cheek, I ask, “So, we’re okay?” I pin her with my stare, searching her eyes for any clues.
Turning into my touch, she nods. “Yes, we’re okay. I just needed time.”
Nothing has ever sounded sweeter and I can’t wipe the smile from my face. Everything is where it should be. However, when I take in Maddy’s flushed complexion and jagged breathing I know there is one thing out of place.
“Come here,” I command, my eyes landing on her lips.
“W-why?” she asks, stepping closer.
Pushing her up against the door and kissing her neck, I whisper, “Because now…it’s my turn.”
“Your turn for what?” She whimpers when I bite over her speeding pulse.
“My turn to make you scream.”
13
Everything I Do, I Do for You
DIXON
I feel ridiculous, but after my second phenomenal blowjob from Maddy, I’m her fucking slave. I had no idea what to get, so I ordered one of everything. But as I look down at the assortment of breakfast choices, I know she’ll probably only want coffee.
I don’t know how it happened but somehow my plan has worked. By showing Maddy my weakness, she’s seen my strength, and those simple words—“we’re okay” have made me forget the smidge of guilt I feel for what I’ve done. But I’ve done what I had to in order to survive. I won’t let Juliet win. My hands are tied, and I’m playing by her rules. I just have to keep reminding myself of that fact.
“Morning.”
That voice has me spinning around, forgetting everything but her. “Good morning. I got you breakfast.”
“I can see that.” She giggles as she spots my overloaded kitchen counter.
I smirk and go about pouring her a cup of coffee.
“So did you cook this?” she asks, stealing a slice of bacon as she hops onto a stool.
“I can’t take credit for anything but the coffee.” I place a mug in front of her, the coffee steam wafting through the air.
She laughs. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but thank you.” The moment the words leave her lips, she blushes and quickly reaches for the cup.
“You know exactly what you did.” When her ears turn pink, I put her out of her misery. “Amazing blowjob aside, I’m talking about the fact you’re sitting here in my kitchen, drinking my coffee when I never thought you’d do so again. I really missed you.”
She smiles. “I really missed you, too.” But when her smile slowly disappears and she lowers her eyes, I know what she’s thinking. “Dixon…” She scratches her fingernail over the handle of the mug. “I…how do you know Beth? I mean, Juliet.”
And there it is, the question I’ve been dreading.
When I remain quiet, she presses, “You said you—”
But I interrupt her. “I know what I said.” Reminding myself of why I’m doing this, I begin to spin my web of deceit. “She was my patient.”
“W-what?” Maddy gasps, her mouth hinging open.
“She came to my office, seeking therapy for a problem she has.”
“What problem?”
“I shouldn’t be telling you this, due to doctor–patient confidentially, but well…” I massage the back of my neck. “She’s a sex addict.”
Maddy’s mouth drops open even further. “A what?”
“A sex addict. Juliet is addicted to sex.” Amongst other things.
I can see Maddy’s processing everything I just said, trying to think back to any signs that might have clued her on to her condition. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I know it’s a shock, but I only saw her twice before I referred her to another doctor.”
“Why?”
Keep it together, Dixon. “Because she made it quite clear she was interested in more than just my skills as a doctor.”
Maddy’s jaw clenches. “That bitch.”
“You must understand this was before I even knew you existed. So you can imagine my surprise when I discovered you were connected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Her tone is accusing. If only she knew the whole truth.
“Why do you think I didn’t tell you?” I interlace my fingers on the countertop.
“Well, apart from the fact I’d go ape shit, I know it’s because you’re a good doctor and respected the confidentiality code.”
If only she knew how I disrespected the code over and over again, but I nod. I can’t believe how well my plan has worked. “That’s correct. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but it was for the greater good.”
When she frowns, I lean forward and stroke her cheek. “Everything I do, I do for you. I do to protect you.” This entire story may be total bullshit, but that’s the God’s honest truth. I’m lying to protect her.
She nods slowly. “It shouldn’t surprise me. I always knew she was sick.”
She really does wear her heart on her sleeve. “Why do you say that?”
When she shuffles in her seat and looks anywhere but at me, I know something is very wrong. “Maddy? Hey, look at me,” I press. Have I slipped up? Can she see through my lies?
When she finally meets my gaze and tears sting her eyes, I begin to panic. My plan was foolproof, but I should have known Madison is no fool.
“Dixon, seeing as you’re being honest, it’s my turn to be honest, too.”
“Okay,” I say apprehensively, my heart rate beginning
to rise.
She takes a sip of coffee. “As you know, Beth and I aren’t exactly on friendly terms. There’s a reason for that.”
I can feel it. I know that whatever awful secret she’s about to divulge, I’ll hate Juliet even more than I already do.
“Do you remember when I told you—” she blows out a shaky breath “—when I told you about the night Dylan r-r-raped me?”
That word is so, so ugly. But I nod.
She sniffs, her hands twisting in her lap. “I told you someone saw what he was doing to me and didn’t stop it.”
I feel bile rising. I think I’m going to be sick.
She gulps in a mouthful of air. “Well, that someone was…Juliet.”
No, please, no. This can’t be. But as I watch the tears rolling down her cheeks, I know that it’s true. This god-awful nightmare is true. I really was fucking the devil.
“I think she knew all along. But that night, it confirmed that she indeed knew everything and yet she didn’t help me. The next day, she acted like she didn’t see a thing. I was dying inside and she didn’t care. She was the only person I could talk to about this. Then, in return, she gets engaged to my brother. How messed up is that?” She laughs bitterly, the tears continuing to fall.
I’m shaking, as my entire body is trembling in anger. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Her.
My brain is convulsing, unable to digest what she’s just shared. As I pull it together, however, I realize this entire time, Juliet hated Madison because, in her sick, twisted mind, she saw Dylan’s act of violence as an act of love. As a sign that he loved and cared for Madison more than he loved her. That narcissistic, psychotic…cunt.
“Say something, please,” she begs when I remain mute.
Her desperation pulls me out from a very dark place. “You are…the strongest, bravest person I know.”
“I don’t feel brave.” She sniffs, wiping her nose with a napkin.
“Well, you are. To survive this, you are a remarkable human being. You are the reason why I go on.”
More tears sting her eyes, but I’m relieved to see they’re of the happy kind. “So now you know it all. Now you know why I can’t tell my mom because not only will it kill her, it’ll also kill Sebastian. I tell anyone this secret, it’ll destroy my entire family. And I can’t live with that. This pain…” she presses her fist to her heart “…I can live with. I have for over ten years. But I can’t break my mother and father’s hearts. Better I suffer than them.”
I can’t stop myself. I need to touch her, to hold her, to tell her how much I…love her? Do I love her? Right now, in this moment, I know that I do. I think I always have. I’ve just been too blinded to see it. I round the counter and enfold her in my arms. She cries softly, but they seem to be tears of relief. She’s finally been able to share her secrets with someone, and in return, I fucking lie to her.
I hold her, allowing her to grieve for a lost childhood. For the Madison Roberts she might have been.
After a few moments, her sobbing ceases and she pulls away, embarrassed. “Sorry. I just…I haven’t told anyone that. Not even my shrink.”
“Thank you for trusting me.” I kiss the top of her head, hoping to disguise the fury bubbling inside of me. “What are you up to today? Have you got class?”
“No. Not today. I was going to study. Internships are coming up and I want to get into a good hospital.”
“I can always refer you. I know people,” I tease, wiping away her tears with my thumb.
“Thank you, but I want to do this on my own.” I nod in complete understanding. “Besides, all the hospitals are good. Even the ones in Colorado.”
I pull back, horrified. “You’re not considering going there, are you?” I feel a lump form in my throat.
“I was,” she confesses. “But not anymore.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ve got to get ready for work, but do you want to study here? You’ll have the house to yourself.”
She looks almost relieved. Just as I wonder why, I clue on to the obvious when she says, “Home doesn’t really feel like home these days.”
I grind down on my jawbone. “You can stay here as long as you like. Do you need me to fetch any of your books or clothes?”
“No, I’m okay. I’ve been staying with Mary, so I have most of my stuff in my car.” That explains why I didn’t catch her at home this past week.
“Wonderful. In that case, make yourself at home.” I kiss her nose, suddenly struck with an idea.
“What? You’re not going to eat any of this?” She gestures to the mountain of food in front of her.
“No. It’s all for you. I’m late for work anyhow, so I better get moving.”
“Oh well, more for me.” She bites into a waffle while I kiss her cheek quickly.
“Don’t ruin your appetite. We’re going out to dinner to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” she asks around a mouthful of food.
“I’ve been nominated for the Gerald Harriet Award.”
She pulls back, confused. “What? I don’t understand.”
I look up at the clock, time slowly ticking away. “I’ll explain everything tonight. But let’s just say I have a goat to thank.”
She pulls a grossed-out face while I bend down to kiss her syrupy lips. Just as she slips in her tongue, I pull away. “Save your kisses for tonight.”
Before she can tempt me further, I kiss her cheek once more before heading down the hallway to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I listen out to ensure Madison isn’t following. When the coast is clear, I reach for my cell and dial.
“Good morning, Dr. Mathews.”
“Good morning, Ms. Vale. Can you please reschedule my morning appointments?”
“Of course. Is everything okay?”
Looking into the mirror, I reply, “Yes, everything is fine. I have a rodent problem I need to deal with.”
“Oh dear.”
“It’s okay. I’ve got it under control. Once I’m finished, they’ll all be gone.”
* * *
Deep down, I always knew it was Juliet who saw what happened to Madison. But now that my suspicions have been confirmed, I don’t feel relieved—I feel fucking worse.
When I made the decision to venture down this path, it was about protection. But now, it’s about revenge. This isn’t about right or wrong anymore—my scruples are long gone. They vanished the moment Madison told me the ugly truth.
I am going to take great pleasure in seeing Juliet burn for what she did to Maddy, and I won’t stop until there’s nothing left. That’s the reason why I’m knocking on Juliet’s door at 8:30 a.m. on a Monday morning.
The door opens a second later and I try not to retch when I see Juliet standing before me. “Dixon? What are you doing here?” By her hushed tone and the slice of doorway she’s peering through, I dare say she’s not alone.
This reminds me of the time she turned up unannounced and masturbated on my doorstep while Maddy slept innocently inside. I, unlike her, have the decency to prove my point without having to whip out my dick. “I’m sorry for not calling first. Are you alone?”
“No, Dylan is here. He’s still asleep.”
I can’t believe she’d willingly share her bed with that monster—but who am I kidding? She’s a monster herself.
“Oh, really?” I look over her shoulder, not bothering to mute my voice.
“Yes. What do you want?” She’s nervous, and because she’s not in control of the situation, she wants me gone.
This will only take a moment.
“I want to fuck.”-ing kill you, I silently add.
“Oh?” She licks her lips nervously.
I nod, laying on the charm. “But I’ll leave you be, seeing as you’re currently indisposed.” I turn to leave but grin when she stops me.
“Wait!” She flings open the door. “It’s just…now isn’t a good time. Can you come back later?”
I adjust a cufflink coolly. “No can do. I’m wor
king all day then have dinner plans. It’s okay. I’m sure Dylan can keep you company.”
She looks over her shoulder and frowns. “Not likely.”
I sigh and lean against the doorframe casually as I look down at her plaid pajama bottoms. “Is he still holding out?”
She nods unhappily.
I tsk. “I have no idea what’s the matter with him. I remember a time when your bed was solely for the purpose of fucking and nothing more.”
Her frown grows deeper. “The only fucking it’s seen is when I’m in it alone.”
“Like last week?”
She actually blushes. “Yes.”
“Good. From now on when you slip in under the covers, I want you to think of me.”
“Why?” Her breathing begins to climb.
“Because you know I’m the only person who can make you come, and come hard,” I cockily reply. “It doesn’t seem your fiancé is taking his role too seriously. Shame that.”
She pales as I plant the seed of doubt. Plant the seed and watch it grow. “He’s just tired from work,” she defends, unable to accept that her life with Dylan is anything but perfect.
I shrug. “So was I, but I still recall delivering where it counted.”
She stews over my words and glumly confesses, “You’re right.”
This is really too easy.
By rocking an already unstable boat, I hope that Juliet will doubt Dylan’s feelings for her more than she already does. Deep down, she knows he wants someone other than her, and in the past, she’s used sex as her card to win him over. But now that that isn’t working, I want her to doubt the entire foundation their “relationship” is built on. Doubt it so much that she’ll believe the grass is greener on the other side. And that other side is me. I’m going to take away everything that matters to her, and I plan on starting with her relationship.
My aim is not to have her end things with him, seeing as she’s the only person keeping Dylan away from Madison. I just want her to keep him on a tighter leash. He’ll partake in the façade because he’s using her as a front for what, for whom, he really wants. If he can’t have Madison, then Juliet will do. I want her to be aware of that fact every time she looks at him. I want her to know she’s always going to be second best.