by SE Chardou
“Spread your legs,” he finally said in a completely controlled voice.
I spread my legs, using the sofa as a prop for my feet to rest on as I bent my knees to give him a better view.
“Let me see your pussy.”
“If you need to see my pussy then explore it yourself,” I answered back.
Max’s eyes flashed with a look of pure coldness and ice before he knelt down on his knees. His thumbs spread my labia and I watched with slight amusement as he examined me.
“What exactly are you looking for? Do you think I’m all stretched out? Yes, I’ve been having sexual intercourse since I was thirteen due to circumstances beyond my control but I also know what kegel muscles are and I’ve given birth to a baby. I can assure you there isn’t anything ‘loose’ about my pussy.”
“I can see that. What about your asshole?”
“What about it?” I rolled my eyes, annoyed at this point. “As much as my former ‘guardians’ went on and on about anal sex, I didn’t experience much of it. They tag-teamed me more than anything and my mouth got more use than my asshole or cunt. Funny how you can claim to be on your period and men all the sudden don’t want to go there.”
Max inserted a couple of fingers inside of me and moved in and out. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the moment. With each thrust of his fingers, I grew wetter and when he stopped suddenly, I thought I would pass out from being so near to orgasm.
One of his hands clasped my throat and my eyes flew open. “So, you’re an expert at oral sex. You think you can deep throat this?” His other hand squeezed his cock painfully as he continued moving his hand up and down the length.
“I’ve actually never dealt with a lot of piercings before—”
“Liar, liar, Mags.” He sat next to me on the sofa, his hand still wrapped around my neck while his fingers brushed gently against my exposed nipples. “You had a relationship with Edward Gillespie.”
His words were like icy water slowly making its way through my veins. “How did you know that?”
“That’s where you were today, saying good bye to the one man you ever loved. He couldn’t fuck you though . . . not when he and his wife are back together so you came home and thought I’d do in a pinch. What difference does it make? A pierced cock is a pierced cock.”
My mind scrambled for a way to take Edward out of the equation. I didn’t want him involved in any way, shape or form. He had an old lady and a family. There wasn’t any reason for him to be a factor in the shit I’d created. Hell, even if he admitted he loved me and wanted what was best for me, that didn’t give me carte blanche over any part of his life.
“How do you know so much about Edward and me?” I questioned, keeping my voice calm and even.
Max bent his head toward my breasts and when his lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked hard, his fingers played with the other, squeezing and pulling.
I moaned out loud and slowly sank down on the sofa as he took over, his body slowly working its way between my spread thighs. My nipple fell from his mouth as he began to massage my breasts with both hands. They felt electric and alive as he stroked my nipples with his thumbs.
“We can talk about that later. Right now, a pussy is a pussy to me too and I’m gonna fuck you slow and gentle, hard and rough. You’re gonna beg me to stop and I won’t. I own you, babe, and I can do whatever I want to you, got that?”
I nodded my head, afraid to speak. Not for the reasons he probably thought. His dirty talk didn’t scare me any more than his pierced cock did but at that moment, I was willing to do anything to keep my former lover safe. If this is what I had to do, I would do it.
How had he taken control so quickly? Hadn’t I initiated this little rendezvous? Why did I feel like I was only a passenger now and my body was no longer my own to control?
Max’s touch was gentle until he kissed his way down my body and his mouth found my clit. His fingers spread me again as his tongue dipped lower and teased the rim of my opening before sliding back up and flicking over my clit. I moaned out loud as I ran my fingers through his hair and arched my back to give him better access.
“You like that? Mmm, if you and Edward were so close then I know how kinky he can be. He ever do this to you?” He plunged two fingers inside me and curled them until they brushed against my G-spot.
“Yes,” I whispered, my mouth dry from breathing hard.
I was so fucking close to coming all over his hand before he pulled out and plunged those same fingers into my asshole, stretching and opening me until he could get three fingers and then four. While his fingers invaded my back passage, his mouth played with my clit, biting and sucking until he sent me over the edge. My whole body shuddered while every muscle in my asshole and pussy squeezed tight with the relief washing over me.
All the sudden, his hands and fingers were gone, no longer touching me at all and I felt the sofa dip as he stood and walked away. I sat up on arms that felt like jelly and stood on legs I hoped would be able to support me as I walked around, hoping to find where Max had gone.
My natural inclination led me directly to the second floor, my clit jolting with aftershocks as I climbed the stairs. I knew the master bedroom was supposed to be “our bedroom” in theory but I wasn’t comfortable there. Still, I pushed open one of the double doors and stepped inside.
I wouldn’t dare call out for him but perhaps that was my mistake. I was grabbed from behind, a pair of handcuffs quickly applied to my wrists before being tossed on the bed face down. I tried to turn my head but my eyes were quickly covered with a silk black mask that I couldn’t see through. I willed myself to stay calm and continue with measured breaths but it was no use. I’d started to panic and there was no way I could take back control from a situation where I was vulnerable and trapped.
The bed dipped and although he barely touched me, I knew it was Max just by scent alone. He smelled freshly washed and his skin held the subtle scent of expensive cologne. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me into a position where I was on my knees but still trapped since I had no use of my arms.
“You wanted to know what I liked in bed. This is it. You . . . helpless and unable to see me or touch me. You’re completely at my mercy and you should see my cock . . . it’s fucking engorged I’m so turned on right now.”
I didn’t say anything; actually, I didn’t know what to say and what he wanted to hear from me.
“Answer me or I will make this so much more intense then you want your first lesson to be, Mags.” He traced my magnolia tattoo on my thigh with gentle fingers.
“I understand,” I murmured, keeping the terror out of my voice.
This was just a game, how he got off. Some men needed props and devices to feel like they were running the show because their own lives were so far from beyond their control. Max was one of them and I should have sensed his personality from the get-go. Working for a man like Dimitri Koslakov would leave very little in the way in which he commanded his own life. He took power where he could get it and here, in his own dominion, everything belonged to him and were his alone to do what he wanted, me included.
“Now, if I take the blindfold off, do you promise to be a good girl?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Now . . . just so you know what kind of . . . person I am when it comes to sexual activities, I don’t discriminate between men and women. Most guys who have spent any time in prison . . . or with monsters . . . are quite in touch with both their feminine and masculine sides. You understand.”
“Of course.”
“I’ve been sodomized repeatedly as an adolescent—fuck, in my world, it’s almost a rite of passage—and my point is I like men because they can be very handy in some of the situations where women aren’t . . . unless they have been taught like you have. However, I want your first experience with me to be pleasurable so I won’t make you go down on me but I want you to watch how it’s done. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
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Max sat me up in bed and slipped my blindfold off. The lights in the bedroom were dim, which allowed me to acclimate myself rather quickly. A tall, athletically lean guy entered the room wearing a pair of distressed jeans and little else. Lightly tanned skin combined with Slavic features, ash blond hair and ice blue eyes. His nipples were pierced, giving off the impression that he was on the cutting edge—sexually speaking—though he glared at me as if I was a nuisance before he casually looked in Max’s direction.
“Mags, this is Rasmus. Rasmus, that’s Mags, my soon to be wife.”
Rasmus ignored me though he walked toward Max and wrapped his arms around his waist before he kissed him long and hard, the kind of kiss I’d hoped to receive from Max but never did. I swallowed as I watched the two men in an intimate embrace and reveled at how hard my nipples became, how much their displays of affection were turning me on.
They separated reluctantly before Max walked over to a fancy armoire, opened it and pulled out a metal chain with three clamps on each end.
He walked over to me and smiled though it soon turned into a smirk. “You’re quite the pervert, aren’t you, Mags? You enjoyed what Rasmus and I did to each other? We’re just getting started but I don’t want you to get too turned on. Your body belongs to me and that includes your orgasms. Sorry but you’re going to have to wear this so I can make sure you come when I say you can.”
I watched as he leaned on the bed and began to clamp those rubber ends on my nipples and the final one on my clit. Rasmus wrapped his arms around Max from behind and played with his cock as he did so. His ice blue eyes stared into mine and it took everything to stop me from bursting out loud. He was jealous.
Max arranged me against the headboard into a position I could maintain but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. The clamps dug into my sensitive nipples and if I moved too much one way or another, the clamp on my clit seemed to squeeze tighter. It was absolute, fucking torture and I loved every minute of it.
The only time I felt a fraction of relief was to have my legs open and lean against the headboard to stead me.
“Looks like you’ll adjust to this new situation,” Max responded more to himself than me. “Now, lesson number one: how to deep throat an eight inch, thickly veined cock with a Prince Albert on the end. I’d think you’d be well versed in this but since Edward might have been gentler on you than he was with club whores, Rasmus will show you how it’s done.”
“Kink’s Prince Albert isn’t a fucking bullring, Max, it’s a regular sized piercing.”
Max turned to Rasmus. “It’s too big for her mouth. That’s her excuse.”
His lover laughed as he got down on his knees and caressed Max’s balls before he opened his mouth and slid Max’s cock between his lips. Unlike a woman who might have started off slow or acted with too much false bravado, he slid Max’s dick in and out of his mouth. I watched in fascination as Rasmus swallowed Max’s cock like it was nothing at all, deep-throating him like his life depending on it.
Max looked at me calmly without a shred of shame on his face though his aquamarine eyes hooded over. “Fuck, baby, suck my cock, devour it. Take it all in. Worship it, you little cock boy.”
For the first time, I wished my hands weren’t cuffed. I wanted to touch myself so badly, and stimulate my clit with expert fingers. My nipples and clit throbbed, as I grew even more turned on to the point where I thought I might burst. I spread my legs even further, giving him a better view of my pussy that had grown so wet, I sat in my own juices as they leaked out of me.
He smiled at me before he pulled away from Rasmus. “You suck cock like a fuckin’ pro, babe. Go take care of Mags. Stick your tongue all the way into her asshole and make her scream and moan. Meanwhile, I’ll take care of you for a job well done.”
What. The. Fuck.
I felt like Alice and all the sudden, I’d been dropped down the rabbit hole where nothing was like I thought it would be. Was this guy for real? And why was his “lover” or whatever they were to each other not protesting?
Rasmus grabbed my legs roughly and dragged me closer to the edge of the bed. As he bent over and began to tongue my asshole, I let out a ragged moan. My eyes met Max’s as I watched him roll on a condom before he applied lube and mounted Rasmus from behind.
I tried to control my reactions to him but between the clamps pressed against my nipples, the clamp on my clit and Rasmus’ tongue in my ass, I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. The guy who seemed to hate me slid two fingers inside me and caressed my G-spot, his pace unconsciously following that of Max’s. I didn’t know whether to hate him or adore him for granting me some much needed sexual relief.
My hips had a mind of their own as they met Rasmus’ thrusts while he continued his oral assault on my ass. My body screamed from pleasure to the most beautiful kind of pain and before I knew it, a wail erupted through me as I came and came and seemed to keep coming. I was falling off a waterfall, so high in the sky, I didn’t think there would ever be a place for a safe crash landing.
The worst part about this whole quasi-sexual experience with Max was I still didn’t know what it would have been like to be with him, or have him moving inside of me, and the thought alone made my body sag. Eventually, I passed out; whether it was from multiple orgasms or a threesome I hadn’t been prepared for no longer seemed to be of any importance.
Chapter Ten
Maxwell
“You have feelings for her, don’t you?”
Max attempted to drink his Macallan 25 in peace but Rasmus wouldn’t hear of it. After Mags had passed out from pleasure, he’d finished off his lover, took off the torture device he placed on Mags and pulled the covers over her nude body.
He hated himself at that moment for being so fucking selfish. He should have never introduced her to Rasmus under the current conditions. She wasn’t ready to see them fuck each other. Hell, she readily believed she was the one getting lucky that night and he’d made her suffer for her casual assumptions and lack of awareness outside of herself and her own sexual needs.
Max glanced at Rasmus who also sat on the wraparound sofa except he was at the far end, a black terry-cloth robe tied loosely around his lean body while he swigged vodka tonic from a crystal tumbler. “What difference does it make to you? I keep you away from your father—convinced him that you’re dead—so he doesn’t have to deal with having a homo for a son and we both get our rocks off. Big fucking deal.”
Max stood and strode to the counter before he poured another generous helping of scotch and swigged from his tumbler.
“She’s different though. Usually you play with them and make them want it until they can’t stand it anymore but you wanted her to get off. Why?”
“Why the hell not? If she’s stuck with me . . . and you . . . then we might as well make the most of the situation.”
Rasmus scoffed before he laughed out loud. “You didn’t tell her you were bisexual before you started this whole charade with her?”
“What difference would it make? Who I fuck is no one’s business but my own and if I have a long time lover then she’s hardly one to judge.” Max slammed his glass down on the counter. “You did say you saw her and Edward together, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, they were together. I sent you the photos. They’re in your email account. She never noticed me because she didn’t know about me. Their body language was incredibly intimate but it went beyond . . . casual fucking. I believe he fell in love with her.”
Max snapped his head towards his lover, his aquamarine eyes remote and cold. “What about Magnolia? Do you think she feels the same?”
Rasmus rolled ice blue eyes. “To be honest, she looked torn—is that the right American word? It appeared to me like it was a final goodbye. Her body language was all very off and quite sad. Of course, if you don’t trust my judgment then don’t fuckin’ send me to do your dirty work.”
Max sighed. “Go to the safe and take out ten grand. Get on a fl
ight and get the fuck out of here. Go to Paris, Hamburg, Madrid—at this point, I don’t give a shit. Just get the fuck outta here.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You can’t do this alone, Max, you know that—”
“I’m not alone, Mags is here. I can’t risk your safety with your father this close by. They catch wind you’re here and they will make sure you’re buried in the fucking ground. I’ll send some more money to the account in a couple of weeks. That means no hard-core partying and no drugs. Find a decent apartment, not some bachelor pad in the swankiest part of town. Call me when you get there.” Max swallowed the rest of his scotch and set the tumbler down.
“Where are you going?”
He didn’t bother to turn toward his lover again. “To make sure she’s still alive and can stand the sight of seeing my face.
Max walked into his bedroom suite to find Mags lying in bed. She’d recently showered and wore a black terry-cloth robe. Her earbuds were placed firmly in her ears while she clutched a glass of amber liquid in one hand while her iPod touch set on the counter.
She almost looked comatose but he knew she was alive and breathing by the way her chest rose and fell. Perhaps he’d finally gone too far and exposed her to too much.
She was strong—one of the toughest women he’d ever encountered—but everyone had a breaking point and perhaps he’d crossed that line with her.
You don’t owe her anything, an inner voice chastised him, what the fuck has she done for you?
That might have been true but that didn’t make him feel any less guilty than he already did.
He ran his hands through his head and tried to get his shit together. Maybe she hadn’t found out about the kind of lifestyle he lived the right way but she would’ve discovered it, sooner or later.