Page 10 of Gilded Fake

Colt didn’t just get back at him, though. He got back at me. He had to know that what he did would humiliate me beyond anything that’s happened before, that it would take the last scraps of my dignity, ones not even I knew remained, and leave me nothing but shame. That’s why he didn’t tell me.

I hate how used it makes me feel, how it taints the memory of an encounter that felt like rapture at the time. In a way, he violated me as much as Rylan did, exposing me for someone else’s consumption without my knowledge, not giving me a choice in the matter. Knowing I deserved it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Maverick’s hand snakes around my neck, clamping around my throat. His other hand fists my hair, yanking my head back. I cry out in surprise, my walls clenching around him.

“You like that?” he asks, smirking at me in the mirror.

“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back for him.

“Show me,” he says, releasing me and settling himself into my chair. He sits there like a king, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, his mouth curved into a smile that’s as tempting as it is damning. His pierced cock stands up straight, dark inside the condom, the metal balls at the end of each rung of his ladder piercing straining against the latex.

“Show you?” I ask, gulping as my thighs clench at the sight of all that masculine beauty, the inked skin, the cocky smirk, the thick cock. It doesn’t seem fair that a man who looks so good can be so bad. “You want me on top?”

It’s as if he could read my mind, as if he noticed it was faraway, and he’s challenging me to step out of my comfort zone. I know if I ride him, I’ll probably cum, and I don’t know if I want to do that. It might make me feel some way about him that I’m not ready to feel, strip me of the delicate petals of power that have only begun to form a bud inside me.

“You’ve shown me what you can do with your mouth,” he says. “Come ‘ere and show me what you can do with that pussy.”

I hesitate, but then I think of all the times Duke made me cum when I didn’t want to, the times Royal made me when I did. And how in the end, I always just gave them what they wanted because I knew I didn’t have a choice, and now, I do. It wasn’t even hard with Colt. I just let go, and it came rushing in, my body knowing what to do to get what it wanted.

But I can’t have Colt, and if I can’t have the future I want, at least I can stop living in the past. I can’t change what already came and went, but I can choose something new right now, in this moment. So I choose not to be controlled by their hands any longer, to cut the puppet strings hanging over me. I climb onto Maverick’s lap, trusting him to lift me and hold my weight while I slide each foot under the arm of the chair, even though the way they’re connected to the seat cages my legs in and makes my flight response kick in.

But fuck the Dolces for making me scared. I power through it, new determination gripping me as I rise up over Maverick. I love the position already, the way it makes me feel powerful and in control, even though it would be impossible to get away if he wanted to stop me. I’d have to fall out of the chair onto my back, turn over, and get back on my feet.

“Put it in,” I order, staring into the green and gold kaleidoscope of Maverick’s eyes.

He holds his cock for me, pushing up in and pulling me down onto him in the same motion.

“Go on, princess,” he says. “Ride me.”

He sits back, and I start to move. I can feel him hitting all the right spots inside me, the added stimulation of the piercings making pleasure ripple through me like it always does. I hit my stride, finding a rhythm that makes his eyes fall closed and his nostrils flare. Shivers run up and down my spine as my own pleasure builds, and with it, that sense of elation I have when I’m dancing and I know I’m the one in control.

Orgasm won’t strip me of that. It will only make it grow, this swell of power building inside me, the one that feels like a scream, like a phoenix rising in my soul, a beast that wants to break free.

Suddenly, I want nothing on earth more than to climax, as if that’s the key to the cage the Dolces left inside my mind, with the animal forever trapped inside, prowling back and forth, back and forth, searching for a way out.

But I’m not even close.

I drag my clit over Mav’s pelvic bone, searching for the something I’m missing. My clit throbs when I grind, but it’s not enough. I need what Colt gave me, his piercing dancing with mine, teasing it; his dirty words, both degrading and uplifting, that made me feel powerful and helpless at once.

The memory of him kneeling at my feet, the stroke of his powerful tongue, makes wetness flood my core. The sudden slipperiness lets me move faster, and I screw my eyes closed, determination driving me harder.

“You gonna cum?” Maverick asks, running his hands up my body, tugging down the scraps of lace over my nipples and palming my tits.

“I don’t know,” I admit, staring at his full lips, the glint of silver between them when he speaks. “I’m close, but… Do you think you could, maybe, for just a second, lick me?”

Maverick chuckles and moves his hand down, stroking my clit with his thumb. “Nah, babe, that’s not my thing. But hey, if you’re down, I can call Angel. He’ll eat your pussy all night. We can spit roast our good girl next door like a dirty crew slut. What do you say, hyna?” He’s already leaning forward to get his phone from his pocket, his other arm held around my hips so I don’t fall.

I shake my head, a shudder running through me. “I don’t like to be shared.”

“You sure?” he asks, sitting back with phone in hand. “He’ll suck your snatch until you see god, and I can choke you with my cock at the same time.”

“I’m sure,” I say, climbing off and rearranging my position so my legs are folded on either side of his. I swallow hard and avoid his gaze this time when I ask. “But maybe… You could try the choking part and see if it gets me there.”

A slow grin spreads over Maverick’s face, and he scoots forward in the chair, his piercings nudging against mine. “Maybe you already are like a crew slut.”

I wince at his words, but I don’t argue. It feels different than when Colt says those things. With Colt, I felt treasured even when he made me crawl and beg. Now I just feel cheap.

Maverick’s hand wraps around my throat, and he pulls me onto him again, impaling me with his cock. “Now ride me, slut.”

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