Deep Down the Rabbit Hole: Kings of the Tower book two

by May Sage

  "Dom is a very generic term, don't you think? It doesn't tell you much about a person. Some of us are quite affectionate; others, brutal. Some enjoy pain. For most of us, it's about control."

  She was glad for the distance. Damn, his voice was enough to set her body on fire.

  "I, for one, am into watching." He broke into a wicked grin. "And if I judge by the open thong under my shirt, you're very much into showing."

  Her jaw fell open.

  "You were bending down and showing me that delightful ass of yours, Alexia. I might have been good if you hadn't. Possibly."

  Lexi heard the word, "Sorry," cross her lips, and smiled to show just how sorry she was.

  "No, no, that won't do at all, puppet. If you were truly sorry, you'd kneel."

  His

  She took a while. It was obvious that she wasn't used to it. Lexi shifted on the bed, and sat up on her legs, holding herself awkwardly. Then she bent her head forward, and extended her hands over her head.

  Oh fuck. His dick twitched in his pants. He stopped breathing, then his heart started, much faster.

  That was it, there was no going back; he was truly undone now.

  "Not bad, puppet. We'll work on your position later." Because there would be a later. There was no other option now. He was going to have to do this again. And again.

  From somewhere at the back of his mind, Maverick reminded himself of his promise; he was supposed to be done with this. He'd messed up before, big time. He didn't deserve another sub.

  He told that annoying voice to shut the fuck up, and out loud said, "Pull your head up." When she did, he added, "I accept your apology, Alexia. But you still need to be punished, don't you think?"

  She took a while, unsure she should speak. He let her figure it out. "Yes." After a beat, she amended, "Yes, Maverick."

  He chuckled. She'd truly done her research. "That won't do, puppet. You'll call me ‘sir’ while we play, won’t you?"

  Her chest rose and fell, making her breasts bounce under his t-shirt.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Good girl. In any case, I was saying that we may just have compatible kinks, puppet. I think you enjoy showing what a bad girl you are, don't you?"

  They'd soon find out.

  "Your breasts are getting heavy, and impatient, puppet. Cup them."

  She moved to obey and started to caress them through the t-shirt.

  "Did I tell you to touch them, Alexia?"

  She froze. "That's the second punishment you've earned yourself, puppet. But never mind that for now; I do see that your breasts are dying for attention, and I'm not a cruel man. Pinch your nipples."

  She winced as she did what she was told, shifting slightly in discomfort. "That's it...pinch harder."

  When her expression morphed to something a little more painful, Mav moved, slowly walking to the foot of the bed, then crawling to join her. When he was right in front of her, he whispered, "Get your hands under that t-shirt, puppet. You can caress them now. Softly. Gently. In circles."

  Lexi was getting frustrated, he could tell. Perfect.

  "Your pussy wants some attention, doesn't it? It's leaking. Begging."

  "Yes." She sounded breathless.

  "I can smell it from here. Practically taste it. Lie back. Spread your legs."

  She seemed glad, innocent little thing that she was. She'd soon learn.

  Lexi was flexible enough to let her body fall backward without changing her position; when she spread her legs, he bit back a groan. He hadn't expected her fucking pussy to be bared to him like that, glistening, inviting.

  "Oh, Alexia, I realized you were a slut; I didn't expect you to be such a dirty one, though."

  It was mild talk, but he needed to see how she responded to it. Some women loved, needed to be called the nastiest things. Others despised it. Lexi blushed as her body curved upward.

  "Now, sweetheart," said he, needing the affectionate nickname this time, "bite your lip. Don't make a sound."

  She twisted her neck, trying to see what he was planning to do to her. "Eyes on the ceiling." She obeyed, breathing hard.

  Perfection.

  "Don't forget your safe words, puppet."

  She bobbed her head. "Red, yellow, and green."

  "Good girl."

  Mav removed the small wooden clothes pin he kept in his back pocket next to a condom, and pinched her clit with it.

  Lexi yelled out - of course she did.

  "I told you to stay silent. Safe word, or shut your pretty mouth."

  There were tears in her eyes. He expected a red, or at least orange. She remained silent.

  "Good girl. Remove my t-shirt now. I want to see your entire body flush when you come for me."

  She battled with the t-shirt, working it up her upper body while trying to move her ass as little as she could, the sweet thing. Mav mounted her, hovering above her, and gazed upon her, right into her eyes at first, then on her heavy breasts. He dropped his head until his mouth was so very close, and breathed against the tip of her nipple.

  Then, he retreated, sitting right in front of her.

  "You truly are a beauty, little puppet mine," he said, unknotting his towel, to free his hard dick from it. "Lift your head, Alexia."

  Her eyes bulged when she took in the twitching member in his hand. "You see this? See how much I want to be inside you right now?"

  She hungrily bit her lip.

  "There's only one problem. You're owed two punishments. This," said he, his fingertips tracing her wet entrance, and then toying with her reddening clit, "is punishment number one. Can you guess number two?"

  She shook her head.

  "Number two is that you you're going to have to work for my dick. It won't get anywhere near you until you make me come. Two rules. The pin stays - and you can't touch me."

  "You're a dick," she told him, and he was hard pressed to deny that.

  "Do you want a third punishment, my sweet?"

  She laughed, biting her lip. "Alright. You like to watch. Watch this."

  She turned on her front and lifted her ass high, right in front of him. Then she started playing with her pussy with one hand, her breast with the other, and tortured him that way until her body was flush, close to undone.

  Maverick had his hand on his cock, pumping it up and down, he couldn't help himself. He'd been right. She liked this, showing. Loved it. She owned him that way, and she knew it. Reveled in it.

  "Push your thong aside. I want you to put a finger inside your ass." She took direction well. "Another one. Part it." He cursed when she inserted a third one; she'd completely abandoned her tits now, one hand busy playing with the inner folds of her pussy and the other one with her ass.

  Mav realized how fucking stupid his own rule had been. He wasn't punishing her as much as he was punishing himself, for once. He wanted, needed to touch her. Now. His grip tightened around his cock and he pumped it harder, breathing as he felt his muscles contract. Fucking finally, he came over her ass, groaning in frustration as he did.

  Lexi beamed up at him, delighted she'd aced her assignment.

  "Punishment over. Come here." He gripped her hips on both sides and dragged her close to him as she laughed. Then, he removed the clothes pin from her clit, and buried his face between her legs, his nose on her ass, his tongue teasing the red, sensitive clit. Lexi moaned when he sucked it. Then she started begging.

  "I'm clean. Are you on contraceptives?"

  It was a stupid question no one asked a casual fuck, for sure. She turned her head to watch him, before nodding.

  "Then may I fuck your ass and your pussy bare, raw, and until neither of us can walk?"

  "Yes, please, sir."

  He'd just aligned his cock with her entrance when she said, "Just so you know, I may bleed a little."

  He took a second to consider the words. Then, as his heart beat at a million miles an hour, and with an inner victory cry, he pushed his hips forward, thrusting inside her heat in one forceful m
ovement. God, she was hot, and tight, and his. Entirely his.

  He should probably have at least attempted to hold himself back, slow down, give her the time to adjust, get used to the sensation.

  He wasn’t sure he could. Turned out, he didn’t need to.

  “Please. More.”

  Fuck. Obeying the lady, he pounded her, harder and faster than he could ever recall taking anyone, pushing them both to the limit. They were chanting, panting in unison. He bent forward, kissed her shoulder, and pulled her upper body against his when he sat back up, fucking her from underneath now. His balls tightened as his muscular legs tightened painfully. It was too fast, dammit. He wasn't one to come so quickly, but she was so, so fucking hot and tight and perfect, he was going to come, and soon.

  Mav tugged at her hair until she took the hint, turning her head. Then he took her lips, devouring them in an intense kiss.

  The hand that had rubbed her clit moved to take and squeeze her heavy tits, while his other one dived between her ass cheeks; he rubbed at it, and finally curved two fingers inside.

  "I'm going to fuck your ass now. Safe word."

  "Yellow."

  Good girl. He removed himself from her pussy and pressed his dick against the tight entrance.

  "Okay, sweet, breathe. And now push out as I push in."

  "I'm not going to push out, you idiot. What if I fart?"

  He laughed so fucking hard. Who even said that? She laughed too, unconsciously loosening, and he thrust up as she yelled out.

  "Fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Her chant never ended; his rhythm remained unrelenting, owning her ass as he'd owned her pussy, branding them both.

  Now he pinched her poor clit again, and, finally, Lexi coated his hand in cum. Mav removed his cock from her ass, entering her soaking pussy again, and came at the third thrust.

  She was all his now. Anyone try and fucking deny it.

  Oblivious

  Sub drop was going to hit - it was always worse the very first time, when the sub didn't expect it. His job as a dom was to make sure she was okay, comfortable. He did just that. He cleaned her with a warm wet cloth, and then brought her whatever sweets he found in the small mini fridge. Chocolate, some cookies. Did she even like these things?

  Lexi avoided his gaze. They got dressed in a heavy, uncomfortable silence. Mav knew that when she broke it, she would say something he didn't want to hear.

  "I'm not going to get clingy, by the way."

  Yep, he'd nailed it.

  "I mean, I knew it was just one night, okay?"

  He sighed, knowing he should have seen it coming. He'd been an asshole to her since they'd met, this week particularly. What did he expect?

  "If that's what you want."

  He was leaving the ball in her court. She could say no, tell him she wanted more. She didn't. Lexi simply nodded as she pulled her jeans over her bare legs, wincing.

  Fuck. What now?

  He imagined telling her he wanted more. Asking her out on a date, or something. But there was a very big chance that she'd just say no.

  If there was one thing he knew, it was that she was under his skin. Had been since the very start. He certainly didn't want to shake hands and go their separate ways.

  The obnoxious sound of her phone tore through the silence. She bent down to retrieve it from her pack, giving him a view of that ass. The ass he'd owned all night.

  "The airport has lifted the ground order, we're good to go as soon as we get there," she told him cheerfully.

  "Great," he lied. He could have used another night or two locked in with her. To fuck her into oblivion until she forgot she didn't actually like him much. "Let me help with that."

  He moved to stand right behind her and zipped her top, slowly. When he was done, his hand rested on her shoulder for a half second. He felt her heart beat fast, echoing his. Smelled her, felt her deep inside him.

  Had anyone ever made him feel anything quite so potent?

  He chuckled softly. "This level of chemistry isn't normal, puppet."

  She stiffened under his hand.

  "Don't worry, I'm not getting clingy either," he parroted her expression mockingly, emphasizing on the obnoxious, somewhat childish term she’d picked. Clingy. He said it bitterly. “Just stating a fact."

  On that note, he went to pack his suitcase and did his best to keep his distance.

  Maverick was pissed. She knew it in the hotel room, it was more than blatant on their way back to the airport, and his resolute silence, reluctantly interrupted by monosyllabic answers when he was spoken to, made that clear on their flight back to NYC.

  She frowned as he mumbled a vague goodbye and made his way out in a rush, her gaze following his back as he left their small group.

  “Alright, what was that all about?” Tori asked.

  Lexi frowned. “No clue.”

  Tori snorted in disbelief. “Not buying it. Talk.”

  She glanced at Bryant, who was pretending to pay attention to his phone. Yeah, no. She wasn’t having girl talk next to him.

  “Nothing to say.”

  “Lexi, I normally wouldn’t push,” Tori lied shamelessly, “but, Mav the Stoic looked like ants crawled up his butt, so spill.”

  Had she sounded like her businesswoman self, worried about a deal with a huge partner, Lexi might have been miffed, but the woman just wanted the juicy gossip, she could tell. She had removed the boss hat, and put the friend hat back on instead.

  She sighed. “We may have bumped uglies.”

  Her friend rolled her eyes. “Obviously. Like we could put both of you in a room and expect any other outcome. I mean, why is he so miserable all of a sudden? Guys normally aren’t that grumpy after getting some.”

  “I don’t know. I really don’t get it, he seemed just fine one moment and then, he was all Broody Pants. Which shouldn’t be hot, by the way.”

  But glaring and staring straight ahead only accented his natural intensity, making him thermonuclear hot. So unfair.

  Tori frowned, and exchanged a glance with her husband, who was done pretending he was checking his phone.

  “Ten bucks she rejected him."

  Tori's mouth popped open in surprise, and her eyes returned to Lexi. "No! You didn't. Did you? Wow, good for you, lady."

  Lexi was shaking her head in fervent denial, "No, of course not, I told you we had sex. I didn't say no, on the contrary."

  "Sure, love," Bryant replied, visibly amused. "And after you were done tearing each other's clothes off, you didn't, at any point, say something that may have been construed as nice, thanks for the shag but I'm done now?"

  He lifted a brow, as if daring her to deny it. And she opened her mouth to do just that. Then, her cheeks flushed.

  Oh.

  She winced.

  Honestly, she'd thought she was doing him a favor. Reassuring him. The guy probably had a million women doodling Mrs. Maverick King on their notebooks after they shook hands. She wanted to tell him she wasn't one of those, that she'd leave him alone. Wouldn't harass him at the Tower, or anything.

  But now that Bryant pointed it out, well, it kind of sounded like a rejection. Had he intended to continue their little affair, or decided to ask her out, well, that might have been a blow.

  More than that. Had a guy told her something like that the morning after some crazy hot sex, she would also have been piqued.

  "Oh god. Fuck, I seriously didn't mean to spurn him or anything - I just told him I wasn't the clingy type, or something. Fuck."

  Tori winced, and Bryant chuckled at that. "Don't sweat it, love. Seriously. I know men like Mav. I was Mav, not so long ago. A little bit of rejection is good for the soul. He just isn't used to it. Now, the ball's in his court. If he walks away, you know he wasn't very serious to start with. But my bet is, once he gets his shit together, he'll come at you again. Hard. You don't push a business to the top of the world unless you're the type of guy who gets what he wants."

  She listened to the guy's ti
rade, while Tori nodded along to show her agreement with each word. "You should totally open an advice column in your spare time, Parker. That's a Dear Abby if I ever heard one."

  "Fuck you, sweetheart. You wait and see if I'm wrong."

  She rolled her eyes and they all kissed goodbye.

  Returning to her small, decrepit apartment, Lexi sighed. It looked smaller and smelled worse than usual.

  "Plumbing issue?" she guessed.

  The petite brunette with a pixie hair cut smiled, as she always did, even first thing in the morning. Jade, a yoga teacher who also happened to help out at a bakery, wait at a cute little cafe, and basically do a million things to pay the bills, was a true sweetheart. Back in school, she'd been that one person who always somehow managed to pass, although no one had ever seen her study anything. Lexi was pretty sure Jade hadn't stepped into the library in the whole four years they'd spent together at NYU.

  Now, she still seemed to go through life seamlessly, happily.

  And yeah, it was annoying as fuck, sometimes. Lexi never felt like she could rant about her day, given the fact that Jade worked about twice as many hours and did so without so much as a sigh.

  "Yep. The landlord says he's called someone but you know what that means."

  "No one will come, ever. Until Jasmine calls her brother, who'll go ‘have a chat with the landlord.’ And there will be a slight chance Mr. Price will never be seen again."

  Jasmine was the third poor soul trapped in this apartment and she also was the only one who actually had her shit together. She could afford a nice little closet in TriBeCa or somewhere equally posh, unlike them. But instead, she'd opted to suck it up and stay here, where she only had to pay a thousand per month, to be able to save. Soon, she'd have enough money to buy.

  "Pretty much. But let's ignore reality for a moment. Tell me, how was Venice? I never made it there."

  Before starting college, Jade had taken one year off to backpack around the world. She'd somehow managed to retain her scholarship by making a travel blog that the school had picked up.