“Okay, baby.” His voice sounds soothing but the wickedness in his smile tells me the words are anything but.
He ducks back down, pinning my clit between his teeth to flick his tongue back and forth over it—going from no stimulation to almost too much. I keen, back arching in surprise. “Fuck, Maddie,” I whimper.
Pushing two fingers inside me and instantly crooking them in just the right place, he alternates between flicking his tongue over my clit and sucking it. He’s become an expert on playing my body in such a short amount of time. I’m almost regretting training him so well when my orgasm hits.
“Maddox,” I pant, clenching my knees around his head afterward, the chain on the cuffs rattling when I pull against their hold in an attempt to push him away.
“You wanted to come, Tex,” he pulls away for a second to remind me, spitting on my pussy.
I shiver with a moan despite my overstimulation. “I did. I’m done.” My thighs clench the sides of his head tighter, trying to force him away from my spasming cunt.
He chuckles, rolling my clit around under his thumb like it’s a fucking joystick. “You’re nowhere near done, Tex. Unless I hear a safe word, we’re going to be here for a while. Maybe next time, you should ask nicely for what you want instead of being a little brat about it.”
My nipples are so tight they hurt. I want to roll them between my fingers so fucking badly. Maddox’s mouth returns to my pussy, his other hand sliding up my stomach. “Please,” I beg, knowing he’s somehow read my mind.
His fingers pinch my nipple around the piercing and I keen, his name becoming a pathetic, whimpery chant on my lips that drives him wild—if the way he’s rutting against the bed is any indication.
“Please, just fuck me.” His fingers feel incredible, but I need more.
He doesn’t even pull away to respond until I’m shaking through a second orgasm. “No more, I’m done. I’m done.”
“You’re not,” he says again, pulling his mouth back. He grants me the mercy of gentling his thrusting fingers, keeping them away from my oversensitive g-spot for a few seconds as I tremble through aftershocks. “One more and I’ll let you have a break.”
“I can’t.”
“You can, baby.” His voice is sweet, gentle. It makes mewantto give him another one. To give him as many as he wants. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and roll down my temples as my focus starts to tunnel on him. “Color.”
It’s immediate. Concerned. His fingers are already out of me before I can respond.
“Green,” I promise, voice cracking.
His eyes flick over my face, worried. Whatever he finds must give him faith that I’m being honest, because he’s rubbing my clit under his thumb again a second later—gentler this time. “You’re being such a good girl for me, Austin,” he coos.
I squirm against the sheets. He’s being too sweet with me.The cooing voice, the slow circles of his thumb. I like being manhandled, like being spanked and grabbed and bitten and bruised by my lovers. This is all too… intimate. I should hate it.
I’d told Maddox he was bad at intimacy, but here I was about to cry my way through a third orgasm because he was beingtoo gentleand things felttoo intimate.
My body shatters the illusion that I need sex to be rough to be able to come and it takes my mind with it. “Maddie,” I whimper again. I know my squirming must be making it difficult for him, but his eyes never leave mine and his thumb never stops.
“Close again, baby? Just from this?”
The question was clearly rhetorical, but I give him a jerky nod anyway. He pushes two fingers inside of me again, his pace on my clit only faltering for a millisecond, but he kisses my thigh in apology anyway.
Two curls of his fingers is all it takes to send me over the edge again.
I don’t bother arguing this time.
I feel too fuzzy to complain about much of anything at all.
THIRTY-EIGHT
MADDOX
I giveher the break I promised her after the aftershocks of her third orgasm start to lessen, letting her legs fall from my shoulders as I press kisses up her body. Her chest is heaving with her breaths, but despite how enticing her nipples look right now, I ignore them. Based on the way her body relaxes further against the bed when I pass by them and start to kiss her collarbone, I can tell it was the right choice.
“You’re doing so well for me, Austin,” I say quietly, sucking the lobe of her ear between my teeth. “Do you need me to uncuff you for a bit?”
“No, sir.”
