Page 32 of Mr. Irrelevant
She swallows. “Can we…cross two things off the list tonight?”
My brows pull tight as I try to recall everything I saw that evening at the field. Realizing it doesn’t even matter, because there isn’t a single thing on this earth I wouldn’t give her, I huff a quiet laugh. “What do you have in mind?”
Apprehension washes over her expression, so I stand, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips. I skim my fingers along her satin skin, giving her my undivided attention as she works up the courage to speak.
“I brought a tripod. I thought maybe we could take a video.” She wrings her hands together in front of her body, fidgeting. “Only if you want to, I mean. It’s just…on the list. But we don’t have to. I can delete it if it’s not something you’re into.” Her words are rushed and jerky, and I kind of hate that she’s been made to feel like she can’t ask for the things she wants. That shit ended the moment she agreed to be with me, and I plan on making it my mission to always hear her desires.
I smile softly, tipping her chin up so she has no choice but to look me in the eye. She needs to hear thisand really believe the words as I say them. “Olivia, I would go to the moon to make you happy, and I’d love every fucking minute of it. The fact that you even feel comfortable and safe enough with me to do any of the things on your list is something I don’t take lightly. Everything you’ve allowed me to experience with you has been a privilege, and I would love nothing more than to give you something to look back on when you want to remember this night. Understood?”
Her shoulders drop, and she sags back into my body, clearly relieved by my answer. The corners of her mouth lift, eyes sparkling as she stares up at me adoringly. “Understood.” She licks her lips. “The tripod is in my suitcase, and my phone is in the pocket of my—yourhoodie.” I laugh at the way she corrected herself, loving the fact that she wears more of my clothes these days than she does her own. She swipes something different every time she spends the night, claiming that she likes to be comfortable on the drive home. But I don’t miss the way she always buries her face into the fabric, inhaling deeply like she can’t get enough of my scent. It makes me want to beat on my chest with my fists, knowing she’s mine in every possible way.
I leave her where she stands and walk over to where her luggage lies in the corner before pulling out the tripod and setting it up next to the dresser. It’s close enough to capture the majority of the room in the frame, but far enough to be out of our way. Digging through the pocket of her sweatshirt, I fish out her phone, returning to affix the device to its mount. When I’m sure it’s stable, I open the camera, pressing the bigred button to record. It beeps quietly, letting us both know that everything we do from here on out will be captured to watch again whenever we want. Visions of Liv touching herself to the video on those cold, lonely nights when I’m on the road play like a porno in my head, making my cock grow thick and hard between my legs.
My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline and excitement flowing through my body as I return to my previous spot behind Livvy, lowering down to work on the remaining ankle cuff. I fasten the buckle, pressing a small kiss to her ass cheek before rising to my full height and carefully cuffing both wrists. Warmth radiates from her small body, yet she shivers as I move to her thighs, wrapping the leather cuffs around them and making sure they’re secure. Similar to the others, these ones have thick metal D-rings, so I can clip her ankles or wrists to them as we switch positions. I’ll be able to restrain her in any way I want to, using her body for my pleasure, or torturing her with her own.
Leaning past her once more, I take the last item from the bed and circle it around her waist gently. I buckle the black leather bondage belt at the small of her back, making sure the handle is right where I’ll need it for leverage as I pound into her from behind. My mouth waters at the thought of holding her still, watching her full ass ripple off my pelvis while my cock disappears into her body. I don’t even know how I’m going to get through everything else I have planned before the primal need to claim her kicks in, and I take her like the sweet little slut she is.
When I’ve got her completely ready, I undress, tossing my clothes aside and pressing my naked front to her back. Bending at the knees, I thrust my rock-hard erection between her cheeks, earning a soft moan every time my head passes over her asshole. “I can’t wait to fuck you here,” I say, enjoying the way she pushes into me. “You’ll come so hard from it, Liv. Because as sweet as you are, you’re also a depraved whore, just for me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she whines, desperate for something—anything—to take the edge off. I may be acting dominant here, but I can’t bear the thought of her pussy aching the way I’m sure it is right now, so I bring my hand around her body, rubbing soft, tight circles on her sensitive clit. A beautiful moan tumbles from her lips, making precum leak from my tip, smearing all over her lower back. I can’t help but love the fact that even though I’m not inside her, she’s still marked with this part of me.
“Oh my God, Maddox,” she purrs, wrapping her delicate fingers around my wrist while I work her over—as if I’d ever stop. A tidal wave would have to sweep me away before I’d take my hands off her warm, wet cunt. “Please make me come. I’m already so close.”
“Oh, you will, Dimes,” I taunt. “Again and again, until your body gives out. I plan on fucking you until you’re completely spent and there isn’t an inch of your body that isn’t dripping with my release.”
I lick a hot line up her neck, punishing her sensitive, swollen clit until her nails dig into the skin of my arm and her orgasm crashes into her like a hurricane. Sheshudders and shakes, her knees buckling as I wrap my free hand around her belt, using it to support her full weight as she rides it out. She’s completely lost in pleasure, a beautiful little mess in the palm of my hand that I’m utterly obsessed with. I’m going to make this experience everything she’s ever wanted, claiming the checkmark that’s rightfully mine to take, just as it always has been.
Slowly, she relaxes, sinking into my body as she takes steady breaths. I keep my hold firm, allowing her time to recover while ghosting my fingertips along her soft skin. She hums contentedly, enjoying the euphoria that’s buzzing through her veins, until finally, she stands and looks up at me over her shoulder.
“Better?” I ask, raising a brow. A satisfied smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, and she nods her head sweetly. I lean down, pressing a whisper of a kiss to her plump lips before pulling away and hardening my stare.
“Good, now get on your knees for Daddy.”
THIRTY-ONE
LIVVY
Not havingto be told twice, I spin, facing Maddox before sinking to my knees. My clit is still pulsing with aftershocks from my release, and I have to stifle a moan when my thighs rub together just right. It’s crazy how I went from not being able to orgasm every time, even when I was by myself, to going off like a firework with what seems like the gentlest touch from him. Then again, he’s shown me things I had no idea my body was capable of, and the words that come out of his mouth while he’s doing it are pure filth. Pair that with the sight of him—all hard lines and rippling muscles—and my senses go into immediate overdrive whenever we’re together.
I settle myself against the plush carpet, giving him my full attention. He brings a hand to my cheek, rubbing his thumb along the warm skin and making my stomach flip with anticipation. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast from the fire that’s blazing in his eyes ashe towers over me, dominance radiating from his six-foot-four frame.
“I’m going to restrain your hands and fuck your beautiful face. You won’t be able to speak at all, which means you can’t use your colors.” He reaches into the bag on the nightstand, pulls out a small plastic item, and hands it to me. I study it carefully. It strongly resembles one of those dog training clickers, with a big white button in the center that, when pressed, makes a very distinct sound. “If at any point, you want me to stop, press that button. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, Liv. You have to communicate with me if I’m crossing any lines, okay?”
I nod, testing the device. A softclickfills the air, and I return my gaze to his. “Yes.” As soon as I verbally agree to his instruction, he crouches down, taking my wrists one by one and clipping them to the cuffs wrapped around my thighs. It’s strange not being able to touch him, but as soon as he steps in, dragging the head of his cock across my parted lips, I surrender, giving him full freedom to use me in whatever ways he sees fit.
“Good girl,” he drawls, pushing into my mouth slowly. His shaft slides along my tongue, and my eyes water as he hits the back of my throat. I try to pull back, but he doesn’t allow it, sinking his fingers into the hair at the crown of my head and holding me there. I gag, keeping my panicked gaze on his while my throat constricts violently. He enjoys the sensation for several moments, his eyes rolling back in pleasure before hefinally pulls me off of him. I suck in a quick, sharp breath, this time much more prepared when he lunges forward, setting a slow and steady pace as he thrusts in and out.
“Look at you,” he says, the words coming out on a harsh exhale. “Taking it in that sweet, wet hole like you were made for it. Open wide and let me use you so I can cover your pretty face in my cum.” I obey, letting him take what he needs as my core clenches between my legs. I’m already so worked up that I could probably lay a fingertip on my swollen clit and go off like a bomb. But with the way I’m cuffed, I can’t do anything but let Maddox control my body as he mercilessly drives forward. He continues fucking into me, saliva pushing from the corners of my mouth every time he hits my gag reflex. I can barely breathe, pulling in abrupt, shallow inhales whenever he withdraws far enough for me to do so. My skin beads with sweat, and every instinct in my body tells me to click the button in my hand, but I love the way this feels far too much to stop him. I hold out for as long as I can, looking up through tears as his muscles pull tight and his face twists with pleasure. In an instant, he pulls from my mouth, wrapping his fist around his thick cock and stroking roughly. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with much-needed oxygen until he lands a soft slap to my cheek, garnering my attention.
“Tongue out,” he commands. I comply immediately, watching in awe as I await my reward. He never takes his eyes off mine, reaching out with his free hand and cupping my face as he jerks one last time, grunting loudly. The first rope of cum paints my cheek, the hot,thick liquid running down my skin. He shifts his hips, unloading more onto my forehead before emptying the rest into my open mouth. I whimper desperately, so turned on by the taste and smell of him that I can barely even focus on staying upright as he rides out the rest of his orgasm.
“So fucking beautiful,” he exhales, gathering his release from where it drips down my cheek and feeding it to me. I suck it from his fingers greedily, moaning out loud as I swallow every last drop. When he has my face as clean as it’s going to get, he leans over my body, unclipping my wrists from the thigh cuffs and helping me to my feet. There’s a delicious soreness in my knees as I stand, but I love knowing it came from the way he just used me. And the fact that I’ll be able to watch it all back like a voyeur whenever I want only makes it hotter.
As soon as I’m standing, Maddox takes my face in both hands, parting my lips with his tongue and forcing it inside. He licks every corner of my mouth, making my clit throb at how much he loves tasting himself off of me. A large hand slides up to my breast as we make out, pinching my nipple gently and eliciting a deep moan, which he swallows hungrily. I’m a horny, dripping mess, sighing in relief as he lifts me from the floor. I don’t hesitate, immediately locking my ankles tightly behind him and attempting to grind down on his still rock-hard erection. But I’m no match for his strong hands as he sinks them into the flesh of my ass, pushing me up so I can’t create the friction I’d currently sell my soul for.
“Is that tiny little cunt of yours aching for me, baby?” he asks, his tone soft and mocking. “Does she need to be stretched around my thick cock, soaking it like the desperate slut she is?” He smirks, continuing to tease me by lowering me so his head is pressed to my entrance, but just out of reach so I can’t take him inside. I want to scream, yell, cry—anything to get him to give in, but I have a feeling he’s fully enjoying the way he has the upper hand right now. I’m too wound up to fight him, instead doing the only thing I can think of that’ll get me what I want.
I push my lip into a pitiful pout, widening my eyes innocently before going in for the kill. “Yes, Daddy,” I whine. “She wants to show you what a good girl she is, getting nice and slick to take you deep.”
