“I know you did, but I’m not going to. In a minute, your throat is going to be stuffed with my cock and you won’t be able to say your safe word if you need to. Your hands will be your only method of communication so I expect you to slap, pinch, or scratch the shit out of my thighs if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t need?—”
“Hush,” he says again, gentling his grip. “You can waste both of our time by arguing with me and still not get your way in the end, or you can sayyes, sirand I’ll reward you by letting you soak my briefs with your spit.”
“Yes, sir.” I don’t even hesitate for a second.
Maddox doesn’t smirk or make a snide remark about how easy I am. He doesn’t try to humiliate me, even though I’m in aposition some would find humiliating. Instead, he beams down at me with a smile that makes me want to never brat again. “Good girl.” He shoves my face against his clothed cock a second later and I swear this is what Heaven must be like.
THIRTY-ONE
MADDOX
God,she’s so fucking pretty. She’s so much more than pretty, but right now, that’s the word that fits best. Beautiful and gorgeous are too formal for the way she’s soaking my briefs in her spit, not the least bit concerned about making a mess while she tongues my cock. She looks up at me again, pupils blown wide, and I can’t help but groan and push her against me just a little more forcefully. It’s taking everything in me not to pull out my cock and let her have at it, but I love watching her worship it through my briefs.
She sucks at the head of it as best as she can and then settles for kitten-licking. I’m so entranced by watching her that I almost don’t see her hand slipping between her legs. “Aht,” I say again, tugging at her hair. She’d responded so well to the sound earlier. It was a reflex—a sound I was used to making for correction purposes—but when I’d first done it, I was worried it would break the moment. I knew how much Austin hated when men whistled to get her attention in the bar, but apparently this sound was different somehow.
Austin whines as she pulls her hand back, not even needing me to tell her what I was getting after her for. “Is your pussy needy, Tex? Is it aching for me?”
There’s a flicker in her eyes, like she’s deciding real-time whether or not she wants to put up with my teasing. She pushes down any part of her wanted to protest. “Yes, sir,” she says, her voice muffled against my cock.
“That really sucks.” I guess since overstimulation didn’t seem to be on the agenda for this morning, we’d go with orgasm denial. The polar opposite.
I use my grip on her hair to pull her head back far enough I can get my briefs down. My cock slaps against my stomach and Austin leans forward. I step back.
Her eyes narrow and there’s something so hot about knowing Austin thinks my dick is her property, that I’m denying her something that’s rightfully hers by stepping out of reach of her mouth. “You're going to be regretting that look in a minute, Tex. How rough do you want me to be?”
She blinks, taken off guard. “… As rough as you’d like to be?”
I shake my head and reach for her chin, thumbing her bottom lip. She doesn’t understand how badly things could go just because of a simple miscommunication.
“You asked me to fuck your face. Do you also want me in your throat? Hold you against me while you suffocate on my cock, let your face get all pretty and pink for me?”
She repositions her stance, squirming, so I pause to give her a second. “Sit back on your heels and answer me,” I allow, giving her a temporary reprieve from kneeling.
“Do you, um, do you have experience with that?” she asks quietly, and the hesitance in her voice concerns me. I don’t want her to agree to things unless she actually, enthusiastically, wants to do them.
Squatting to get on her level, I take her chin in my hand. “Yes,” I tell her plainly. “Not a ton of experience, because I don’t do this often, but enough to know how to do it safely and what to watch for to make sure I don’t take it too far. I said I wanted your face pretty and pink for a reason, Austin. There’s a saying:pink is pretty, blue is bad and purple is past-the-point. I wouldn’t even let you get close to blue,” I swear. My mind rejects the very idea of hurting her.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip again. Her face is still wet from drooling all over my briefs and it’s so fucking sexy. It’s sexier knowing she’s about to be drooling even more.
“But I don’t want you to agree to it just because I’m asking. It’s not something Ineedfrom you. It’s something I threw out there so I could work on mapping this out for us. This is why I asked you how rough you wanted it. Imagine if I hadn’t clarified. Imagine if I took your answer and ran with it only to accidentally trigger you.”
The moment must feel too serious for her, because her tongue slips through her lips to press against my thumb. I pull my hand away, not allowing the distraction, waiting for her to let me know how the rest of this scene is going to go.
“I’ve always been curious about it, but I’ve never… I just haven’t had the opportunity to try it,” she finally says.
I give her a small smile and tuck her hair behind her ear, hearing what she’s too scared to admit, even to herself. “Good girl,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.
She trusts me. She’s never trusted someone enough to try things like this, but she trusts me. I have to stand up and turn my back to her for a minute, making myself look busy by grabbing the cuffs and tossing them on the bed. I don’t want her to see what her trust does to me. I’m scared my feelings for her will be so apparent, they’ll spook her into leaving.
“Alright. One more question—” Austin groans and I bend down to grab her by the hair again, craning her head back to look up at me. She immediately puts herself back on her knees to alleviate some of the tension so I straighten my back to reapply it.
“If you don’t like my questions, I can send you home with a nice little yes, no, maybe questionnaire instead, if you’d like. Ifigured you’d prefer not to take that route since it’s not exactly—” I tighten my grip. “Casual.”
Silence falls around us and she’s too stubborn to break it. I don’t push her, knowing she’d get up and leave regardless of how turned on she is or how much she wants this. I release my grip and rub my thumbs along her cheekbones. “Color?”
“Green,” she says, though her jaw is clenched.
