Page 58 of Psycho

I looked at her.

She looked away.

This time, she slammed her book shut and grumbled at me, sending daggers my way as she tossed her book down on the table next to her. “You’re insufferable, you know that, right?”

I shrugged, ripping the package open as I decided to just give the foot peel mask thingy that Peyton had delivered a shot in the dark.

How hard could it be to put a Ziplock on a foot and find something to entertain her for an hour while her toes marinated in it?

Ideas had been shooting through my mind since I read the line on the directions that said, ‘Do not walk with bags on, as they are tripping hazards.’

Which meant once they were on, she’d be at my mercy.

Again.

Just like she was in the shower this morning when I held her body up and made her come with the handheld wand. And before that when I laid her out on the kitchen table and slowlyfed her my cock until she came four times before I fed her the eggs I made her. Or last night when I bent her over on the couch, propping her up on the back of it so her stomach was free, and ate her from behind for an hour straight.

Storm was cynical and doubted everything she dared to believe in suddenly, simply because of Mack’s words and her wild hormones. But what she couldn’t deny was how fucking right it felt when I touched her.

Or how badly her body ached to give in to me when I offered her pleasure that her mind tried to pretend she didn’t want. I knew her better than that.

“Do you know what else I am?” I carried the slime filled bags over to her as she squinted her eyes at me. Unbeknownst to her, I had filled both pockets of my sweatpants with things to make the next hour of her immobilization much more fun. Lowering myself to my knees in front of where she sat, bundled up in her blanket, in the reading chair. “I’m also incredibly prize motivated.” I pulled her blanket up, revealing her bare feet and legs, but tucked it around her knees, giving off the illusion that everything still under that fluffy blanket was safe from me. Wrong. But she didn’t know that yet.

“You’re psychotic.” She deadpanned like I was supposed to be repulsed by her words. In reality, they made my cock hard.

Rock, fucking hard, thanks to the hardcore edging I’d been doing to myself for the last four days.

Even though I had fucked her more than a dozen times, I hadn’t come once.

Not once had I given into the insane urge to fill her body up or coat it with my release as she begged me to repeatedly.

But I was losing my hold on that control, because I was only a man, and Storm’s body was heaven. And when she stuck her bottom lip out and begged me with sweet conviction to come deep inside of her, she made a credible argument.

I’d fill her up continually when her last bit of doubt in me had washed away from her mind. When she no longer expected me to walk away from her, or at the very least, feel obligated to stay, I’d give her whatever she wanted.

Until then, I’d keep proving to her just how dedicated I was to my mission.

“Do you want to know what prize I’m after this time?” I asked, as I lifted her bare foot up and bared my teeth, gently nipping the top of her big toe. Did I have a foot fetish? I didn’t know. But what I did know was if she wanted me to, I’d suck her toes and come all over them. It didn’t matter how she let me touch her, I just had to.

“I’m afraid to ask.” She speculated.

“Mmh,” I hummed, tilting my head to the side and kissing my way down the inside of her arch before running my tongue up it. Nope, pretty sure I had a foot fetish if they were her feet. And by the way her lips parted, and she shifted in her seat, she wasn’t unaffected by it either. “I think that’s a lie.”

She licked her lips when I dragged my teeth over the arch of her foot, careful not to put too much pressure on the sensitive nerves there but enough to draw a small gasp from her lips before kissing my way up and sucking her toe into my mouth.

Yep, I had a Storm fetish.

“Madd.” She moaned, letting her eyelids flutter closed for half a second before snapping them back open like she didn’t want to give in to the pleasure I was teasing at.

“Yes, Darling?” I joked, lowering her foot and sliding the bag up over it, peeling the tape, backing off and securing it.

“You’re driving me nuts.”

“I know.” I admitted, picking up her other foot and mirroring the same teasing touches on that one as she melted further into the chair until I was securing the second bag into place. “Do you ache for me?”

“You know I do.” She hissed, wiggling her feet around in the bags on the floor, testing out their slipperiness. “Why tease me and then ruin it with these?”

“Oh, these won’t ruin it, baby.” I slid my hands back up her calves and under the blanket to her thighs as she stared at me. “Do you want me to touch you?”

---