Page 36 of Psycho

“We need to eat dinner, or it will burn.” I argued, though I didn’t work hard to get him to back up. “And I worked damn hard on it.”

Begrudgingly, he backed up, “You’re right.” He kissed my lips once and then put a space between our bodies, “You’re going to need your strength for what I’m going to do to your body tonight looking this good.”

I swatted him away and led him to the table, pushing him down in the chair as I plated our meals and carried them over. Smirking to myself, I could almost feel the urge inside of him to stand up and force me to sit while he served me, but he stayed put like a good boy.

When we were both settled, I watched him expertly slice into his pork, the rich aroma filling the air, before lifting a generous piece to his mouth and meeting my gaze.

“How is it?”

He chewed and set his silverware down, “This is the best damn pork I’ve ever had, Storm.”

“You’re lying.” I argued, but he shook his head and leveled me with an intimidating dark stare.

“I don’t lie. Not to you. It’s really good, babe. It’s not dried out at all or anything.”

“Really?” I cut into the pork and took a bite, surprised by how juicy it was and then relaxed, “Damn. Martha knows how to cook a pork chop.”

Maddox chuckled and shook his head, taking a bite of the other sides and eating them. “What made you want to go to all of this trouble tonight?”

I licked my lips, taking a sip of sparkling water and clearing my throat before answering him. “Do you really want the answer to that?” I questioned, “It might make it harder to finish your meal.”

He squinted slightly and put his fork down, steepling his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “Now you have to tell me.”

I grinned and mimicked his posture, resting my chin on my fingers. “I have been edging myself all damn day long, thinking about all the ways I’m going to worship your body tonight. The things you do to me every single time we’re together have inspired me to be a giver tonight, instead of just taking all the pleasure you always give me. So, eat up,” I raised an eyebrow at him and sat up to my full height as I picked my fork back up. “Because you’re the one that’s going to need the strength tonight, baby.”

He growled and his nostrils flared, but he silently picked his fork up and finished eating, staring right at me the entire time like a man possessed.

When I finally finished all that I could eat, thanks to the nerves fluttering in my stomach, I slowly rose from the table, picking up both of our plates and carried them to the sink. As I turned around to go back for more, I found Maddox crowding me in with a starving look in his eyes. “Madd.”

“Extremely.” He growled. “Psycho, in some ways.”

I grinned, not shying away from the darkness growing in his gaze. “Let’s get started then.” I slid my hands over his barestomach, loving the way the coarse hair felt against my fingers as I dragged them up over his massive pecks and then to his shoulders, pushing his unbuttoned red flannel wide and over his arms. “You won’t be needing this for what I have planned.”

“What exactly is the plan here, Storm?” He tried, but I shushed him with my finger of his lips as I took his hand and led him down the hall to my bedroom, turning off lights as I went. When we got to the open doorway of my room, I watched his face when he saw what I had planned for him, laid out.

“Is that a—?”

“Massage table.” I purred and pulled him further into the room. “Complete with aromatherapy lotion, a warming pad, and if you’re a good boy and let me do this without grumping, there will be a happy ending to rival all happy endings.”

“Storm.” He growled, eyeing me up and I could see the hesitation in his eyes, but knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want me to give him what I was offering. He didn’t know how to accept it.

“Lay down baby,” I pressed my body against his, “Let me take care of you tonight.”

“I don’t know how.” He replied, weaving his fingers through the fabric of my skirt, just below my ass.

“I know.” I kissed his chin, since he refused to lean down so I could get his lips as he fought with his self-deprecating vices. “Let’s start with just taking these off.” Slipping my fingers in the waistband of his jeans, I popped the button free, taking the decision making away from him. I gazed up at him as I dragged his zipper down and then pushed everything down to his knees. “You’re doing great so far.” As I kissed my way down his chest and sank to my knees, I trailed my lips down his body, helped him kick off his pants, and found myself face to face with my favorite toy in the world.

“Get off your knees, Storm.” Maddox interrupted me before I could even touch his throbbing cock, pulling me to my feet with his strong hands. I pouted pathetically, and he rolled his eyes like I was a handful, but then sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Tell me why you want to do this for me.”

“To make you feel special.” I replied instantly. “To take care of you, even if it doesn’t come close to repaying you for all you’ve done for me.”

“You don’t need to repay me.” He groaned, “That’s not why I do it, I’m not looking for anything in return.”

“I know.” I patted his rumbling chest to calm him down and get off his tirade. “You’re the most loyal, selfless and dedicated man I’ve ever met, Maddox. And it makes all the rough and independent feminist parts inside of me cry tears of agony every single time I let you take care of me.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes at my flare for dramatics, but stayed quiet as I went on. “It also warms something inside of me I didn’t realize had grown so cold over the years. Your dedication to me and this baby and my entire fucking predicament has changed the physical shaping of my brain matter, allowing me to relax and soften to your protection and domineering, smothering cave dweller affection.” I giggled before I finished the sentence, and he pursed his lips. “So let me turn the tables tonight and give back just a little something to you.” I saw he remained unconvinced, so I used exaggerated gestures, pouting and batting my eyelashes at him. “Please let me rub your delicious body down and then suck on your cock until you come down my throat, Psycho. I need it.”

He growled, the sound rising across the quiet room as he clenched his teeth. Without another word, he turned away and walked over to the massage table and pulled back one of the fancy, lush blankets. “How do I lay on this thing?” He eyed thehole in the headpiece, and I could physically feel how out of sorts the entire situation was making him.

I quickly joined him at the table, folding the blanket down and rubbing my hand over the heated surface below, “Face down baby. I’ll do the rest.”

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