Page 70 of Magic or Madness

Slowly, we've been wading in the waters of bondage, and the trust we have in each other takes those experiments to new levels. Our bodies are so in sync that we can read when the other has had enough, or needs more, which makes the games even more of a sensual release, and a beautifully synchronized expression of love.

“You’re sexy when you beg,” she says, sitting up to kiss my cheek.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,my beautiful girl. Say the word, and I’ll drop to my knees just for one tiny taste of you. I’m here to worship you.” In a hushed whisper, I manage to make her cheeks flush that perfect shade of pink, and if we don’t stop this teasing, I very well may end up begging her for a split second of relief.

“Ozzy …” she starts, but Max cuts her off, signaling that we’ve made it.

“We’re here!” The van erupts with exhausted cheers, and we file out to explore the rental house Fallon and Oliver chose.

It’s supposed to have enough beds for all of us and plenty of space so we’re not stuck on top of each other.

Immediately, Fallon and I claim the room with the king-sized bed, while Lex and Pepper take the queen, leaving the three guys to fight over which of them has to share a room, and who gets their own.

I drag our bags into the room and shut the door behind us, blocking out that argument and focusing on my girl. The room itself is standard, with only the necessities, but the giant mattress and our own bathroom really ties the whole thing together.

Fallon collapses on the bed with a loud sigh, and I follow suit, lying parallel to her.

“Hi,” she whispers, trailing her finger along my nose.

“Hi,my beautiful girl.” I place a gentle kiss on her forehead, admiring the small freckles on the bridge of her nose, and how her long eyelashes dance across her skin when she blinks.

I could study her features on a time loop, and I’ve already memorized every inch of her skin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asks, shyness taking over as she hides her face with her hands.

“You’re perfect, that’s why.” I take her hands in mine, my calloused fingers meeting her baby soft palms. “We’ve been traveling all day, and your hair is tangled in a rat nest of a bun, but you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

She smiles sweetly, caressing my cheeks before pulling my lips to hers.

It’s a gentle kiss, the kind she gives when her heart feels full, and she wants nothing more than to show me that sameaffection. I pull her closer, lightly wrapping a hand around her throat, causing her to moan into my mouth.

“What do you want, Fallon?”

She wiggles beneath my grip, struggling to get the upper hand until she gives up and melts like puddy in my arms. In turn, I squeeze harder which causes her to cry out, and rub her hand over the growing bulge in my pants.

“Use your words,my beautiful girl,” I whisper, lightly biting her earlobe.

“Fuck me, Ozzy,” she chokes out, and in a swift motion, I pin her to the bed, climbing on top of her.

“No manners.” I drop my voice lower, staring down into her eyes, the pupils blown with lust as we finally have the chance to release our desires.

“Please, fuck me, Ozzy.” I watch as she opens her legs, scooting closer to find any source of friction, but instead, she’s met with a hard slap right between her legs, and she looks up at me with those doe-like eyes.

“No.”

“No?” She repeats in a soft whisper.

“Not until you’re begging and screaming for it, Bambi.”

She huffs in response, crossing her arms over her chest, and I can tell she’s going to be bratty.

“Come here,” I say sternly, but she stays in her spot on the bed, her lilac hair splayed across the white sheets. “Fallon, are you going to be a good girl for me?”

Slowly, she sits up, our mouths inches apart, and she bites her lip, running her hands over my shoulders.

“No.”

“No?” I cock my head, and she smiles, lying back on the bed. “If that’s how you want it.”

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