Page 49 of Wickedly Played
Max is a total fucking asshole.
I’m fuming with anger that cannot be controlled.
Chapter Nineteen
SERENA
Max is smart and knows he has pissed me off again. I know this is the case since he’s there for my protection, but his reception of me is cold. He’s trying to brace himself for the impact. Usually, I would freak out after a situation like this happened. I hate feeling like I’m a toy to someone. I especially hate feeling like I’m nothing more than a hole.
Even as a sex worker, I build emotional entanglements with my clients. I feel for them in ways I couldn’t explain to someone else. It may sound strange to the layperson, but I fill a void for my clients, providing them with something they lack in their real lives.
Stella, Katie, Tom, and Deacon are waiting for me at the edge of the dance floor. It is Stella and Deacon who take my hands to lead me to one of the rooms in the back of the venue hall. Max is following behind me, and I don’t dare chance a look at his brooding face.Fuck him.
This entire arrangement was established beforehand, and everyone is aware of their roles. I’m eager to get Stella in some ropes, though.
“Mistress Aphrodite,” Katie greets me. She’s kneeling on the floor with her head bowed, her hands lying open on her thighs, and a little smirk is playing on her lips.
“Yes, lover?” I ask. I point my finger at Stella and then indicate what I want her to do. Her fingers pull the zipper down the back of my dress, and she kisses the back of my neck. “Stella!” I admonish.
“Yes, Mistress Aphrodite?”
“Did I give you permission to kiss me?”
“No, Mistress.”
“What do you think your punishment should be for touching me without permission?” I snap.
Stella looks over at Deacon, who is seated in the chair. I give her a light slap on the face to get her to look at me. “When you are in here, serving me, you are to be looking at me. I am the only one you should concern yourself with. Have I made myself clear, pet?”
Stella’s eyes fill with tears from the shame of making me angry. “Yes, Mistress Aphrodite. You are the only one.”
“Punishment, pet? You lost the chance of making the decision so that I will make it for you. You are to make me come with your tongue and your lips. After, I’m going to tie you to the cross. Are my instructions clear?”
Stella is a beautiful young woman who loves to please me. Her cheeks pinken with color from her arousal. “Yes, Mistress.”
I sit in the bigger chair with my legs spread unashamedly. “Come here, pet. Crawl to me.”
She is on her hands and knees as she crawls in front of me. I love watching her in her natural submissive state. I don’t take my eyes off of her. “Lick my pussy, pet.”
Of course, she is quick to follow my instructions. Her soft hands are on my thighs to allow her some room to put her mouth on me. I feel her tongue spread through my pussy lips to flickagainst my clit. Over and over again, her dainty but dangerous tongue drives me closer and closer to the edge of climax.
“Yes, lover. You are so good at that. Show me how happy you are to make me come,” I encourage. Placing my hand on the back of her head, she latches onto my clit, sucking it into her mouth. Between the pulsating of her lips against me, the sexual tension I have with my bodyguard, and the fact that everyone who is watching has a first-row seat to see how excellent my sub is, I don’t last long. “I’m coming!” I scream. My thighs bracket her face to hold her in place.
Waves after waves, I feel the molten lava of my arousal flood through my body. I’m shaking in the chair as I finish the ebbing feeling of her licking me. “Yes, baby. You did so good,” I praise. “Go stand in front of the cross, and Deacon is going to fasten you to it.”
Even though he tells me he likes it, I know he’s jealous of how hot I get Stella. She is a dream sub. Additionally, she’s incredibly versatile as a switch for me.
Stella follows my directions perfectly, and Deacon is there to help get her fastened into the binders of the cross. I walk over to one of the cubbies off to the side to grab some rope.Pink or black?I look over to see how beautiful she looks in the amber light… Pink.
“Are you ready for me, lover?”
Tom and Katie are shifting on their heels, eager to get involved. Tom and Katie are crowd favorites. Their chemistry is beautiful, but Tom hates punishing Katie with physical force, and they come to see me to fill that void. They’ve been married for a few years, a middle-aged, cute couple, and genuinely look like they are in love with each other.
“Tom,” I snap.
“Yes, Mistress?”
Even though Tom is not my submissive in any way, he still displays the amount of respect I deserve. I saunter over to him, place my hand on his chest, lean in close, and whisper the following command. “Bind Katie to the bed. Stomach down.”
