Page 36 of The Trick

“Um, yeah, you’re not allowed back here.” I chime in, stepping in front of both of them to block the door. My hand barely grazes the handle, but to my surprise and much to my dismay, it is unlocked.

As the door creaks open, I feel a prickling sensation on the back of my neck. Instinctively, my hands move from the handle to the collar that traps my throat. I notice the space between the choker and my flesh is significantly smaller. As I glide my thumb beneath the smooth leather, the tip of my finger is pricked by a semi dull spike that was definitely not there before but is now protruding on the interior.

Maddox moves against my backside, the sheer size of his body behind mine feels like I am being swallowed by a dark storm cloud that somehow feels more ominous than my own. He invades my every sense, holding my breath hostage in my chest and making every inch of my skin crawl in heated anticipation.

His masked face lowers to my neck. A guttural groan emerges beneath his mask, which echoes past my eardrum and all to way to my pulsing center.

I’ve spent so many years wondering what it would be like when he emerges from the shadows long enough to play with me and I have to admit, I don’t like this neediness he brings out in me. I’m all for playing a submissive role, but if I’m not careful, he may trick me into submitting more than what waits between my legs for him, and I can’t have that. Submitting means losing and losing means he wins.

Forcing myself to snap out of the trance his presence has put on my body, I turn around and face him.

“You know, you’d come off more threatening if I didn’t have a thing for masks,” I laugh, bringing my hand to the elastic that holds his mask up. Just as I’m about to lift the band up, he aggressively swats his hand at mine before snatching it in his palm. With my hand trapped by his, he forcefully guides me to the wall just outside the doorway, pressing me against it.

Swinging my other hand up, he now cuffs both my wrists above my head,

“You’re hurting me,” I seethe.

“Good,” he murmurs.

Keeping me pinned against the wall, he turns to a stunned Delilah. “You can go ahead, we will be right there,” he says to her, but she doesn’t move.

“Go. D,” I add.

“Any funny business and you’re dead,” she warns from the other side of the doorway.

He nods unconvincingly before redirecting his sudden burst of anger my way. “You,” he breathes, his voice tight.

“Yes?” I grin, studying the way the lights highlight his mask. I realize it’s a walking scrapbook of the highlights from some of our conversations when I was just Final Girl and he, the Boogeyman. Living carefree and oblivious to the maleficence that laid dormant in both of us. When it was just our screen names connected and not our twisted souls.

“You better behave yourself in there, you hear me?” he threatens.

I arch my back, forcing my body to brush against his. “I will,” I begin with a pout that makes him tighten his grip on me. It feels like the rings on his fingers are digging into my skin…and I like it. “I don’t want you to shock me with this collar you have around my neck,” I wink.

Once more his grip tightens on me just as an unexpected gust of air invades my cheek. My brows bunch, tilting my head where I can see his mask, but I realize that now his lips and chiseled jawline are exposed, but the top half of his face is still concealed. My gaze travels further to where I see the blade style ring on his index is half turned, revealing a small button that the pad of his thumb is resting on.

“You wish this was a shock collar,” he hisses. “Say anything about what you just felt and I will make sure those blades around your neck pierce your flesh instead of tease it,” he hisses. “Now, get in the room and, for once in your god forsaken life, be a good girl.” he commands, dropping my hands.

“You got it, sir.” I wink, pivoting in the direction of the doorway. My heel lifts to take a step when an abrupt gust of air nips at my backside. Before I’m able to process where it came from a stinging sensation spreads on my ass.

He fucking spanked me.

Finally.

CHAPTER 15

“Sit with me,” Delilah’s sultry tone fills the candle-lit room as she motions for me to join her on the loveseat.

Watching her flattened palm caressing the fabric, warming it for me, anticipation begins filling my eager core, fantasizing about what the three of us will do in this room. My heel lifts, barely an inch off the ground when my skin is scratched by Maddox’s calloused palm. I shift my gaze to where his large hand tugs at my forearm, locking it in his strong, possessive grip.

“Stay,” he commands. His words are primal yet effective as my foot plants itself on the ground, sinking deeper into his hold.

Delilah’s mouth parts causing Maddox’s curled fingers to dig deeper into my skin. “So…” her voice drags, trying to break this awkward standoff we find ourselves in. “What’s next? Are you just planning on watching or are you going to join in?” Delilah directs her question to Maddox, whose pulse is throbbing through the web of veins that compete with his extensively inked arm.

I like the way his hands feel on me. The longer I’m rendered motionless by his touch, the more I wish he’d maintain the same vigor that he has on my arm and move it to my neck or even better…inside me.

As I expected he doesn’t respond so I decide to take matters into my own hands, mess with him a little. Bobbing my head back in his direction, I tilt my chin, adjusting my gaze to his towering height. Purposefully angling my body so that I’m pressed against the vacancy of his broad chest, I lean further into him. I swear I can smell the need and anger ricochet from his skin, the closer my mouth hovers his concealed face, only adding to the desire I wish I didn’t have for him.

My tongue skims my lips, teasingly rolling back into my mouth to speak. “Yeah, big guy,” I breathe slowly, making every word exaggeratedly sultry to match the way my fingers are now tracing his impeccably sculpted body, trapped beneath a harness and all-black ensemble. Trailing my hand just above the zipper of his pants, I let it hover over his growing bulge. He lowers his head, placing his exposed ear to my lips as if he knows I’m about to say something that only he is meant to hear. I lean in closer so that my lips brush against his gauged ear. “You ready to have me finally scream your name when I come?”

---