Page 84 of Psycho

I wanted him in his barest form. I wanted nothing holding him back from me. But still, he refused.

“Careful, Storm.” He murmured from behind the mask as his hands tightened around my wrists. “You’re playing with fire.”

“I want it to fucking burn, Maddox.” I hissed, pressing my ass into his groin and rocking back against him. He was hard, unable to hide how badly he wanted to give in to me and my demands. “Do you want me to beg you?” I fought his hold until he moved with me as I lifted the hem of my nightgown up my thighs, using his knuckles against my bare core. “Would that make you give in, baby?” I changed tactics and purred, lowering my voice and playing with his alpha tendencies. “Please, Madd. I need to feel you inside of me again. I need to feel you lose yourself with me. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

“Storm.” He growled, cracking his neck to the side, fighting the urge. “You know what the doctor said.”

“Guidelines, Madd.” I moaned when he extended one finger from the hold on my wrist and ran it through my wetness to my clit, rubbing it. “They’re suggestions. But I’m fine. You won’t hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I hurt right now!” I cried, losing my hold on my own emotions, as my need felt overwhelming. “I ache for you, baby.”

“Fuck,” He complained and then pulled his finger free of my body and turned me around, pinning my wrists behind my back as he bent me backwards. “You aren’t the only one aching here.”

“Tell me something,” I gazed up at the mask, trying to see his face behind it, but it was impossible with the bright lightsshadowing them. “Did you kill someone wearing this?” I could hear the way he clenched his teeth behind it, and I pressed on, trying desperately to push him past his reservations. “You did, didn’t you?” I moaned, rubbing my breasts against his bare chest until one strap fell off my shoulder and pooled the fabric of my dress between us. “You were the last thing someone saw, just like this. And now you’re here, and I’m begging you to fuck me wearing it.” I hooked one ankle around the back of his leg and rubbed my aching center against him shamelessly. “Begging you to be the freest you’ve ever been with me, finally.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” He kept one hand on my back, holding my wrists hostage as he forced my foot to the floor as he started walking across the room. “You don’t know how unhinged I can be.”

“Show me.” I challenged, pulling away so my nightgown could fall free of my breast, and shimmied until the other side followed suit, leaving the fabric tangled around my arms and waist. “Show me how good you can fuck me. You held back every other time, I want to see the real you.”

I gasped and shrieked when he pushed me against the wall and lifted my wrists above my head, kicking my feet wide all in one move. The rough cut of the exposed brick wall dug into my back, and I reveled in it as I rubbed against his erection.

His eyes were on my bare chest as I rubbed up and down against him, but the only one being distracted by my moves was me. I didn’t notice the way he wrapped something around my wrists in place of his hands until it tightened as he hung it over the edge of a beam in the ceiling. He lifted me and sandwiched me to the wall as he fastened it, effectively hanging me to the ceiling by my wrists with his hips, holding me up enough to relieve the ache in my shoulders.

But not enough for me to mistake the power play as he made it.

I was restrained, and if he backed up, I’d clear the floor, effectively at his mercy.

And my body dripped for it.

“You make it sound like you’ve been unsatisfied by me this entire time.” He cocked his head to the side again, eye level with me as his hands slid up the backs of my bare thighs and held me up by them. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me, Storm? Was your sweet little pussy unsatisfied this whole time?”

“Will it get me fucked if I say yes?” I licked my lips.

“It might get you spanked.” He challenged, and I laughed.

“A girl can’t be picky. I’ll probably come from that too.”

His fingers dipped back into my wetness between us as I kept rocking against his lower abs, using them for my pleasure until he pushed two into me without warning. “Mmh,” He moaned, watching me carefully as he started pumping them into me. I wrapped my hands around the fabric, holding me to the beam for leverage and rocked in rhythm with him, nearly crying out from how good it felt. “Beg me for another.”

I grinned like a maniac, “Please give me another finger, Maddox.”

“I’m not Maddox right now.” He challenged, pushing a third finger into me and stretching me further. Sure, it burned more than it would have before I gave birth, but that was probably from the lack of sex for so long, more than it was from the delivery alone. “You wanted me to fuck this pretty little cunt wearing a mask I wore when I skinned a mayor alive, inch by inch until he wore a jacket of muscle instead of skin.” I moaned at the depravity of it all, “Call me by the name that suits that man.”

“No.” I shook my head, fighting a war in my head. “It was never supposed to be mean.”

“It’s not.” He growled, pumping his fingers into me while holding me up with one large hand under my ass. “It’s the truth. Say it.”

“No.” I cried and swore when he pulled free from my body and backed up, letting me fall until I hung by my wrists. I kicked wildly, trying to use the brick wall to get leverage, but my toes were a foot above the ground and my shoulders burned as I tried to hold myself up. “Madd!”

“Say it.” He growled, “Call me what we both know I am, and I’ll fuck you.”

“Maddox.” I whined in protest as he ripped my nightgown down the center, revealing my entire body to his hungry eyes. Even through the mask, I knew he was desperate for me, too. “Psycho.” I whispered, and then swallowed and said it louder. “Fuck me, you psycho.”

The fucking head tilt nearly made me come alone as he slowly slid his hands back under my thighs and spread my thighs, sliding his cock in deep. He was so smooth; he did it all in one move that sucked the air right out of my lungs, and I hissed from the stretch. “Fuck yes, Storm.” He growled, pulling out and pushing back in, feeding me his cock as I anchored my ankles together behind his ass, taking every inch. “You wanted a psychopath to fuck you, baby, not me.”

“It’s all you.” I moaned, nearly orgasming already as he reached between our bodies to roll my clit as he fucked me. “You’re both. Good and bad.”

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