Page 79 of Chaos Carnival

His breath caught, and his gaze flickered with surprise before desire took over again and his body won out over his mind. A reckless, breathtaking smile curved his lips the moment he surrendered fully to the game. “Tell me, goddess. What do you desire?”

Laughter bubbled up within me, dark and lush. “Oh, so many things,” I purred, stepping back and letting my power slide up my own body. “But for now, take off this damn outfit, Maverick. I can't be expected to concentrate with you looking so delicious.”

His intense gaze held mine captive as he slowly unzipped the leather suit, the sound of the metal teeth separating made my pulse quicken. With deliberate movements, he took each side of the suit and peeled it down my body, baring my skin inch by agonizing inch. The leather brushed against my sensitive skin, sending a heady rush of desire coursing through me.

Kneeling in front of me, he took each of my feet in turn, his touch gentle as he slipped the suit off. The cool air on my now-bare legs sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. “Good boy,” I breathed, my voice hoarse with anticipation. I turned and walked back to the bed, my heart pounding in my ears.

The predatory glint in his eyes sent a thrill through me, the hunger, and the spark of something more—a need to assert his dominance, to prove that he was still the one in control.

But I understood control now. I understood power.

And I planned to make him work for it.

I took a step back, then another, leading him like a tamed beast. “Crawl,” I reminded him, my tone soft but with an underlying edge.

His gaze met mine, a challenge sparking in the depths, but he dipped his head in silent acquiescence. Lazily, he crawled toward me, his movements lithe and powerful, every inch the predator responding to my command. His eyes burned with a mixture of desire and something else—a hint of uncertainty, perhaps, or the barest trace of fear. But mostly desire—raw, untamed, and breathtakingly intense.

I reclined on the bed, my legs parted in invitation. “Kiss my foot,” I purred, my voice a low, sultry caress.

Without hesitation, he lowered himself and placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss on the delicate skin of my arch. His breath was hot and sent a shiver up my spine, but I remained poised and in control.

“Higher,” I crooned, and he obliged, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they moved upwards, each press of his mouth sending little shocks of pleasure through me. I savored the sensation, the control I held in this moment, and the way he responded to my every word, eager to please.

He obeyed without question, his mouth trailing a path up my calves, his hands resting on my ankles as if seeking permissionto touch more. “Higher,” I repeated, my voice throaty with anticipation.

His kisses grew more demanding, his delicious tongue swirling against my skin as he climbed higher, following the path I set. The shivers raced through my body, goosebumps rising, delighting in the way my magic made him shudder in response, amplifying every sensation. His mouth reached my inner thighs, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, denying him the chance to tease or play.

“Higher,” I breathed, feeling the electricity in the air, sparking with every touch.

His mouth drew to my pulsing core, a magnet drawn to steel, and his warm breath fanned over my sensitive flesh. My body arched instinctively, a silent plea for more. “Now, Maverick. Right there.”

And then, at last, his mouth claimed me. His tongue swirled and danced, sending pleasure spiraling through me like liquid fire. His muffled groan vibrated against me as he reveled in my breath and the way my body pressed toward him.

I tightened my grip in his hair, needing him closer, wanting to feel his desire match mine. “That's it,” I encouraged, my other hand bracing the bed as my legs wrapped around his head, resting on his shoulders. “Good boy.”

His mouth worked hungrily, his moans sending vibrations through me, and my climax built, coiling tight in my core. “Don't stop,” I ordered, my free hand fisting in the sheets as I struggled to stay upright. “Don't you dare stop.”

His hands squeezed my hips, his mouth relentless, and I cried out, my body shaking as pleasure crashed over me. For a moment, I couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. And then, gradually, the world came back into focus, and I met Maverick's gaze, basking in his triumph.

I conjured a black ball gag, the familiar leather strap and cold metal buckle heavy in my hands. My magic responded to my desire, the implement taking form as I willed it. Gently, I fit the gag between Maverick's teeth. Excitement sparked in their depths, the challenge, and the willingness to surrender control.

“That was perfect, baby. You did so well.” His eyes widened as I spoke, the heat in them undeniable. Slowly, I pulled the strap taut, tightening it around his head. I made sure it was secure, fastening the buckle at the back.

“There,” I said, my voice a husky whisper as I drank in the sight of him, his alluring features now framed by the gag. My heart raced, my body still humming with the echoes of release, but this was just the prelude. With Maverick, there was always another level to descend to, another layer of pleasure and trust to uncover. I couldn't wait to explore.

The look in his eyes was almost my undoing. The unspoken question hung between us—how far would I take this?

His eyes flicked to the gag and then back to me with the unspoken request, in the slight, restrained buck of his hips. He wanted more, and my body sang in response.

“Oh yes, you like this,” I murmured, my voice low and seductive as my energy surged, making my skin tingle and my senses heighten. I traced a finger along his jaw, the scratch of his stubble a delightful contrast to the smoothness of his skin. I let my finger trail downward, over the strong pulse in his neck, the chiseled muscles of his chest, and lower still, following the contours of his abdomen. His breath hitched, and his body shuddered, and I relished the fact that I could affect him so deeply.

“Such a responsive, gorgeous pet,” I whispered, my breath ghosting across his ear. “Are you ready for more, Maverick?”

His eyes blazed with desire, and he gave a sharp nod, the movement constrained by the position of the gag.

“I think,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry, “it's time to find out just how responsive you can be. Get on the bed, take your cock in your hand and stroke it.”

Once he was in place, I straddled him, resting my hands on his chest and leaned in for a kiss. His lips were soft and pliant beneath mine, and when I pulled away, I traced the line of his collarbone with a fingertip, letting a tendril of heat blaze from my touch. His skin reacted at once, the flesh reddening and rising into a little burn mark in the wake of my finger. Maverick tensed, his eyes widening at the sensation, but then he relaxed all at once, his head falling back as a shudder ran through him.

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