Page 37 of The Trick

A guttural moan vibrates against the plaster of his mask. “Only good girls get to scream my name.”

“Ah, what a bummer. I don’t like being good.” I say, purposely egging him on.

The grip I almost forgot he had on my forearm tightens, sending a searing pain up my arm all while amplifying the pulsing need to be licked, fucked, just about anything right now.

“It is,” he lifts his free hand to the button of his mask, exposing, once more, the lower half of his face. My gaze immediately zeros in on the massive split of his tongue that he is twirling like a charmed cobra. “Because I bet I could make you scream with this,” he flicks the torn muscle, playing with it below his teeth a few times more before it sadly retracts. “But since you insist on being bad, I’ll punish you with something…sharper. Unless of course, you want to beg for it. Maybe then I’ll change my mind.”

Swaying to my tip toes, so that I can easily trap the plug in his stretched ear between my teeth, I give it a forceful tug. Planting my mouth right at the shell of his ear, I try to stifle a laugh because I have no plan on whispering like I should be doing this close to his ear. Clearing my throat, I grin. “I don’t beg for anything,” I shout, causing his exposed jaw to tighten, clamping down on his teeth in utter annoyance. “Isn’t that right, D?” I ask, signaling my free hand for her to join me.

Clicking her heels, she saunters over to my side. Draping her delicate arms over my shoulders, she pulls me towards her and away from a very angry Maddox.

“Mhm,” she mumbles against my lips. It’s been a while since D and I have hooked up, and I forgot how soft and attentive her kisses feel. Her pillowy lips mixed with her pierced tongue are ecstasy all on their own. So sorry to the owner of the forked tongue, but you snooze, you lose.

Maintaining our heated kiss, her hands glide down to my ass. Caressing it in her hands she guides us to the loveseat. I follow her lead as she lowers her back onto the smooth velvet, my body falling on top of hers.

The pace of our kiss revs up and even with my lids closed, enjoying every second of Delilah’s familiar lips dancing with mine, I can feel his jealous glare intensifying, which only adds to my arousal.

A breathy moan falls from her lips as her head tips back, exposing her neck to me. Trailing soft kisses down her throat, I move my eager mouth to where her ample cleavage is on full display.

I palm her round breasts, caressing them in my hands and readying to free them from her one piece when I become abruptly aware of Maddox’s hand at the back of my neck.

“What the fuck dude? You’re hurting her!” Delilah shouts, springing up from where she was laying.

I wince because his harsh grip is only making my already wet pussy begin to throb.

“That’s the point,” he mutters, digging his fingers into my neck once more before releasing it. His large boots scuff against the floor as he takes a step forward, bringing his veiny forearm into my view as he kneels to the side of us. “What hurts her brings me pleasure, just like what hurts her makes her come. Isn’t that right, Blair?” he’s now directing his sinister tone to me.

My eyebrows shoot up, as a warm flush spreads across my cheeks, just thinking of what he’s going to do to hurt me into orgasm.

“That’s why I brought this,” his voice drifts as he lowers to his knees. His hand digs into his back pocket. It’s amazing how even kneeling down he towers over where we sit.

Delilah and I look at each other, puzzled as to what he can be searching for. “Here it is,” he exclaims, sounding unexpectedly giddy.

He walks over to Delilah, his tattooed hand grazing her neck as his fingers slither their way to her chin. “Open,” he commands.

Confused, she darts her eyes over to me, unsure if she should follow his directive.

“Go ahead,” I whisper to her, and only because I said so, she opens her mouth, extending the pad of her tongue outward, revealing her surgical steel barbell with its neon pink cap.

“Good girl,” he praises her, darting his eyes over to me, condescendingly. I watch as his hands unscrew the ball of her piercing.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m going to switch the cap of her barbell to something I think you’ll enjoy more,” he replies, not breaking the concentration he has on her tongue as he screws the new piece on. “All done.”

I watch D adjust to the sharpened end of her barbell as Maddox clears his throat in a low growl, grabbing my attention.

“See how easy that was?” Maddox asks, directing his question to me.

I shrug.

“See how fucking simple it is to be a good girl? All you have to do is obey and things would be a lot easier for you. But since you insist on being a stubborn little slut, you’re going to be treated like one.”

His hand grazes Delilah’s chin once more, though his touch is gentler than how it was on me. “Now, put that tongue of yours to good use on our friend over here while I fix myself a drink,” he instructs, already moving across the room to the small and fully stocked bar cart.

D nestles herself closer to where we are sitting next to each other. “Quite the voyeur this one,” she whispers in my ear.

Ha, you have no idea.

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