“And you’ll stop?”
“I’ll always stop,” he reassured her. “Say yellow, and I’ll know I need to slow down. Say red, and I’ll stop everything completely. But the point here is not to get you to level red. The point is to get you off and give you orgasms. All clear?”
“Crystal,” she said, resting her hands on her crossed legs.
He watched her give the items one last look, seemingly a little more relaxed now, before he added, “You can also change your mind, you know. We can still take this slowly. Build up to more of what you’re seeing here.”
“Oh, hell no,” she said with a firm shake of her head. “I’m in this. All the way.”
“And you can stop this at any time, yes?” he reminded her.
She examined him and then smiled softly. “I trust you, Maddox. I know I’m safe here.”
“Which is important. The more you trust me, the more fun we’ll have.” While she trusted him on a professional level, as her superior, soon, she’d know his kinky side fully and trust in that, too. “To be perfectly honest, and to reassure you, I’m not a sexual sadist. Whatever I touch you with, whether that be my hand or a toy, is for your pleasure, not for my enjoyment of causing you pain. Your orgasms are the endgame.”
“Then what do you get out of this?” she asked.
“I get to control you. I get to do whatever I want to you, in all the filthy ways that turn me on.”
“That’s enough for you?”
If only she could see herself through his eyes. Sex with her wasn’t ordinary. The high she gave him was only becoming more addictive. “More than enough, sugar,” he reassured her.
Obviously, she believed him because she didn’t press the matter more, and she glanced at the toys again. “So, in this little game of yours, what comes next?”
“You kneel for me.”
With a sexy little smile, she rose.
She went to take a step toward him, and he said, “No, Joss.” When her foot lowered back to the floor, her smoldering eyes locked onto him, he added, “Crawl to me.”
For a few long seconds, she studied him, clearly wondering if he was serious. He stayed quiet, letting the silence and his firm look answer for him.
Slowly, she lowered to her knees, her chest rising and falling quickly.
He watched her closely and loved pushing the limits of a strong woman as she began crawling toward him. He didn’t doubt that in her past, she’d had very vanilla sex with men who didn’t ask what he’d ask of her. That’s what he liked. He saw things in her that a vanilla man wouldn’t see. A yearning to surrender shone within her. The willingness to submit under a dominant touch. The craving to experience something a little more intense, and definitely a bit wicked.
Sex in the nightclub. Sex outside. Rough sex. She liked pushing past the ordinary. He planned to exploit that knowledge and satisfy them both in the process.
And, of course, watching Joss go to her knees for him was a bonus.
He was a filthy, dirty bastard, after all.
Chapter 5
Oh. My. Motherfucking. God.
Never in her life would Joss have thought she’d crawl for a man. Maybe at first, the whole thing was awkward. Not now. Not with Maddox looking at her with those hungry eyes like he planned to fuck the living shit out of her, all because she’d done as he asked. Not with how she could see how much he liked watching her crawl to him. For those reasons and more, embarrassment simply never rose.
When she finally stopped in front of him, he dragged a thumb across her mouth. A trademark move for him that she’d begun to enjoy. “Be a good girl and take off my pants,” he told her.
Intent to get him naked fast, she reached up and undid his belt and then unhooked the button of his jeans. He kept watching her with those intense eyes, stripping all her layers until he found the rawness of her. That’s where he looked, right into her soul, and she let him as she pulled his pants down to his knees, freeing his erection.
After he’d kicked his pants away, he grabbed the base of his thick cock with bulging veins on the side. “Do you see what watching you crawl does to me?”
God, he looked so hard. “Yes.”
Chin angled down, his eyes locked on hers, he stroked himself from base to tip and groaned. “Do you want my cock, Joss?”
She licked her lips, wanting to touch him. To taste him. “Yes.”
“Where?”
She leaned up on her knees and ran her hands up his legs until her face was in front of his cock, offering herself.
He arched that left eyebrow, continuing to stroke himself. “I want you to tell me. I like hearing it from your pretty little mouth. Where do you want my cock?”
She paused. Then took his lead. “In my pretty little mouth.”
“That’s right, sugar.” He gave her a sexy smile and dragged the tip of his cock across her lips, his full attention focused there.
When she took him into her hand, he removed his and she didn’t wait—she slid him into her mouth and against her tongue. A ravenous moan she’d never heard before rose from her throat and filled the air as she tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum on her tongue and inhaled the musky scent belonging to him alone. She worked her lips over his shaft, up and down, while her hand followed. He groaned and ran his fingers gently over her cheek, never taking his eyes off her. There was something to his softness that she liked, because she knew it was purposeful, controlled even. Like, at any second, he could take over and make her body burn. Though for now, he was patient, letting her play.
Until she could tell that she’d teased too much, pushed too far.
His dark eyes greeted her as he stepped out of her reach. “I see that you’re still good with your hands.” He offered his hand, and when she slid her fingers into his and rose, he winked. “But I might just say you’re even better with your mouth.” He yanked her close and sealed his lips over hers. Strong and forceful, yet exactly what she needed and more.
When he broke the kiss and backed away, she was breathless and hot and wet and ready for whatever the hell he wanted. All of which he apparently knew by the smirk he gave her.
“Come, let’s take this upstairs,” he said, keeping her hand in his.
On his way out of the living room, he gathered the tray of toys and led her up the staircase to his bedroom.
Once inside, she found it to be much like the man, simple yet sleek. Light gray paint on the walls, along with a few pieces of metal art, a dresser with a TV on top and a king-size bed against the wall.
“Wait right here for me,” he said, leaving her at the doorway.
He approached the bed, placing the tray on the nightstand, and she soon discovered that the sides of the bed lifted. She watched, curious, as he knelt on one knee and locked the plank of wood into place, revealing metal loops lining the wood.
In a matter of minutes, he had worked his way around the mattress. What had started out as a masculine bed now looked like a bondage table with a big mattress in the middle.
“Did you build this?” she asked, watching his back muscles flex to perfection.
He locked the final plank into place and then glanced over his shoulder with a nod and his sexy half smile. “Do you like it?”
“It’s…” The craftsmanship was impeccable, truly. The wood was stunning with all the knots and colors throughout. “It’s really quite impressive, and I’m a little amazed that you spent this much time on something used for sex.”
“I imagine after tonight you’ll understand why I spent so much time on it, and you’ll appreciate that I did.” He chuckled, obviously knowing a secret she didn’t, while he returned to the tray on the nightstand. There, he picked up the black rope that appeared softer than any rope she’d ever seen in a hardware store. “Come here, sugar.”
Her heart raced as she moved to him, but she wanted this. For so long, she’d had a boring sex life. Maddox offered her adventure, and she wanted to dive in, giving him the control to show her all the thi
ngs she didn’t know.
When she reached him, he gently took her arm and began wrapping her wrist as he explained what he was doing in a soft, gentle voice. “The knot I’ll use is one I can release in seconds if you don’t enjoy the sensation of being bound. All you need to say is red, and the rope will be gone. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, suddenly feeling warmer than before. The rope was soft but strong, like a man’s firm hands, keeping her safe and yet eliciting danger. She studied Maddox and quickly decided that it was him that brought the heat, not the rope itself. It was the way he touched her, so skilled, clearly he knew exactly what he was doing. By the time he laid her on the mattress with both wrists wrapped in rope cuffs, her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths.
Silently, he continued binding her wrists to the bed, and as the minutes drew on, the silence became daunting. He was so serious, so focused, so intent, all kicking up her heart rate in anticipation. What comes next?
The answer came a second later when he broke the silence. “Down the road, when trust is cemented between us, we can look to binding your ankles, too.”
She rolled her eyes and frowned at him. “I told you I could handle—”
“Did you roll your eyes at me?”
The firmness in his voice made her rethink her answer. “I would say yes but I’m thinking that would be the wrong answer, so let’s go with no.”
That left eyebrow lifted. “Now you’re lying to me?”
She gave him a quick smile and dropped her head back against the pillow. “All right, so I’m going to stay quiet and not roll my eyes since, apparently, that makes you huffy.”
“Probably a good thing since if you do it again, we stop and you go home.”
She jerked her head up off the pillow, finding his eyes as stern as his voice. “You would do that?”
“Disrespecting me because I’m thinking of your best interests and safety is a dead stop to this game.”
She watched him for a moment, and found that answer instilled a whole lot of trust. “Point proven. Carry on.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I intend to.” He chuckled and winked, the playful nature to him returning as if it had never left.
Once he’d finished with the second binding, hooking the rope into the metal loop, she was tied tightly to the bed and unable to flee. He moved away to the tray again for only a moment then returned to her. Darkness fell over her eyes as a blindfold was settled into place. There was nothing but her heavy breaths and heart rate hammering in her ears until she heard a click…and another click. A lighter, maybe?
“Anything too tight? Or uncomfortable?” he asked, running a hand over her stomach until he reached her panties and tucked them to the side of her sex.
“No,” she replied, her voice husky even to her ears.
“Tell me if that changes. Or say, red? Clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Very nice,” he commented, sliding his hand back up her body until he slid her bra beneath her breasts, exposing her taut nipples to the warm air.
Then he was gone.
Her breathing deepened, a sense of worry speeding up her heart rate. His chuckle came a second later. “You enjoy the sense of danger, yes?”
“Yes,” she admitted. They both knew it was true. She liked the sense of getting caught by someone. She also liked not knowing what was going to happen next and that right now, at this moment, she had no control over anything. Of course, it wasn’t logical, maybe even a little naïve. Yet Maddox was right—she was drenched, more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
Maybe that was why he’d chosen to bind and blindfold her. The thought ripped from her mind as he cupped her pussy with pulsating squeezes, and she clearly soaked his hand.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured before his hands were gone, and she felt the cold void of his absence spill across her.
She listened carefully, waiting for him to return. Only silence greeted her. Until his fingers slid over her body again, feeling different this time, holding more power, more passion even. He began touching her…truly touching her in ways she’d never been touched. He clearly liked caressing her, stroking her, fondling her, maybe even got off on it. She didn’t doubt his cock was as hard as steel because she could feel his arousal in his hands. Her chest rose and fell with each of his sweet soft caresses, as her mind slipped further away, becoming lost in him.
“Very, very pretty,” he murmured, squeezing her sex again before giving it a light tap.
She moaned at the contradiction of his touches. Sometimes, soft and gentle. Other times, hard and firm. Always perfect. She turned her head from side to side, desperately trying to catch her breath. There was a pause. A long enough pause that she began to wonder where he’d gone and what he was doing there.
Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wonder long, as balmy liquid dripped onto her torso. She gasped and arched into the warm sensation, the rope pulling on her wrists. Each slide of the liquid heat warmed beautifully across her skin. Unable to stay still, she writhed against the mattress, falling into the heady sensation she equated to a warm bath.
Then the warmth was gone.
Silence.
Her heavy breathing and soft moans were the only thing she heard. The only thing she could understand. Until his touch came again, as he slid his hands up her thighs, and the warmth of his touch slowed her breaths. His hands weren’t soft like before. They were rougher, more demanding, as his touch traveled higher up her body, removing some wax as he went. Once he’d reached her breasts, he tweaked her nipples, pulling on the tight buds until she was arching into him, begging him to pull harder, to give her more.
Silence.
She wiggled against the mattress, so wet, soaking for him to fill her, stretch her, own her. “Maddox,” she whispered, unsure if she could take more. Handle more of him.
The wax answered her, landing right on her breast, and she heard his reply. He wasn’t finished with her. Not yet. She moaned as the warmth was a little hotter this time, landing directly on her nipple.
Silence.
That’s when she heard the click and the buzzing sounds of the vibrator she’d seen on the tray before her clit awakened under its pressure. She whimpered as more wax fell along her body right above her pussy, drawing all her attention to where he played. She moaned relentlessly now, not caring how desperate she sounded, not caring that she’d never been so loud in her life. She arched up into the vibe, rubbing herself against it.
She needed more.
Her fingers clenched into fists when the vibe suddenly sped up to a higher speed. Beneath the blindfold, her eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned, losing herself in her body being pleasured in ways it never had before. That’s when she felt something along her mouth, a soft tickle.
“Open for me, sugar.”
She parted her lips and he slipped a votive candle inside. Her mouth shut, holding tight, and she began breathing heavily from her nose. She wanted to thrash against the pleasure but the candle in her mouth kept her still, as did his hand on her neck.
She couldn’t moan. She couldn’t move. The buzz on her clit tickling in all the right ways, pleasuring her perfectly. Her fists were tight, her ass was up off the bed, her climax right…there.
Then, the mattress dipped down on her left, and the candle was pulled from her mouth. Maddox placed his hand on her pelvis, pinning her to the bed and pressing the vibe harder against her.
“Come, sweetheart.”
And Lord, did she ever.
She thrashed wildly against the bed, screaming against the heat and intensity she couldn’t control.
The next few minutes were a blur as she felt drunk from the pleasure. But soon, the vibe was turned off and the blindfold was gone and she saw him. Naked. Damp with sweat. Hungry with need. His dark eyes locked onto hers, intense and gorgeous, while he waited on his knees in between her spread legs, his condom-covered cock standing up, ready to take her.
She qui
vered from the power that only he produced as he leaned his hard body atop hers. He pressed himself against the wax covering her and slid his hands up her bound arms to grab her wrists, holding her tightly. He stared deeply at her as he entered her, making it as personal as a man could make it.
Slowly, he began shifting his hips, his cock sliding perfectly in and out. She watched him closely, too, seeing the way his attention moved from the ropes at her wrists to her face to her mouth to her breasts. He leaned on one arm, massaging her breast, sliding the remainder of the wax off and tweaking her nipple.
The strength of his body against hers, matched with his thick shaft stroking her inner walls, flooded weight into her lower half. She was so sensitive. Too sensitive. And as he began thrusting faster, his pelvis smacking against her engorged clit, her orgasm rose with no warning.
There, in the safety of his body against hers, in the sensations that he built to the highest peak, was where she lost herself again. His brows drew more and more together, the focus in his face becoming more and more intense as she squeezed him. Her arousal spread out between them, and she couldn’t be ashamed over how wet she was because he thrust harder, more hurried and urgent. Until he’d claimed all of her, taking her as high as he could take her. Only then did he drop his head into her neck, hold her bottom in his firm hands, and give a low grunt as he bucked and jerked his pleasure.
In his strength, her teeth clenched, toes pointed out, as euphoria didn’t glide over her—it crashed, sending her drowning in sensations until she lay boneless, breathless, unable to move even a pinky finger. She whimpered and quivered beneath him, knowing she hadn’t only been fucked by him, she’d been owned.
He continued to blanket her, unmoving, catching his breath for many minutes until he eventually groaned, his breath tickling her neck. “Christ, you come so hard and sound so fucking good. You’re making me blow far sooner than my pride likes.”
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