Page 69 of Wickedly Played
Stella approaches me on the bed, places her warm hands on my cheeks, and kisses me passionately. “Whatever my mistress desires is what I want.”
I kiss her with all the intensity I have in me. “Pet, I need you to make sure this is what you want.”
“Will I have to kneel for him?”
Her question shocks me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Do you want to stay for this scene? I won’t be mad or punish you either way.”
She blinks several times, opening and closing her mouth. When she doesn’t respond, I cut in. “Lover, I am your Domme. I am still your mistress. Max is not your Dom or your master. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress Aphrodite.”
My hand cups her sweet face. “Do you want to stay?”
“I would love to stay and be with you,” she whispers.
Max rips off his shirt, making his muscles ripple from the effort. “A couple of ground rules before we begin,” he says, clearing his throat.
My thighs clench together from my arousal flowing through my veins. All of the warmth is spreading to my pussy, and I need friction. My thighs rub against each other to get some relief, but Max sees what I’m doing and grabs my thigh. The weight of his hand is shocking and an utter turn-on.
“Sweetness, I’m the one who will allow you to receive pleasure. Your pleasure is a gift from me and no one else. Do you understand? Sayyes, sir,if you agree.”
My inner war I’m having is boiling past the point of no return. If I hand over power to him, what will that make me? I’m the one who calls the shots. I’m the one who provides pleasureto others, and that makes me happy. I don’t allow others besides Stella to pleasure me truly.
“Mistress,” she whispers. “Please do it. I want to see you be a sub, too. I want to see how beautiful you are when you submit to someone.” Her lips are kissing my face, and her teeth sink into my bottom lip. “Please, Mistress. I need to see you like this.”
If she sees me submit, will she no longer want me as her Domme? If I’m no longer a Domme, what am I? Max is standing in front of me with his tattooed chest, screaming at me to lick the whorls of ink.
“You wanted to know. This is what I have to offer you,” he confidently throws out.
When I don’t say anything, I feel the pressure boiling inside of me. I haven’t given up control in so long… I’m not even sure I can do it.
He’s crawling up my body with his legs and his hands on the outside of my frame. Once he’s resting on top of me, he thrusts his hard cock against the seam of my pussy. I cry out from the intense feeling I get of being electrocuted.
“Sayyes, baby. Put yourself in my hands and allow me to make you feel good.” When I don’t respond, he thrusts against me once more. “Baby, let me take care of you. That’s all I want.”
“For how long?” The question flies out of my mouth before I’m able to stop it. I don’t know what I am thinking.
His hand grips my chin to make me have eye contact with him. “I want everything,” he promises. “Whatever that looks like with you, I want it. But I need all of you.”
“Yes,” I squeak out.
His mouth slams onto mine, his tongue invading my lips with a fever. I’m panting in his mouth, my fingers sifting through his hair. My pussy tries to fuck him from the bottom. He growls in my mouth, then bites my tongue.
Just as quickly as he began, he’s jumping off of me to stand in front of us.
“We need ground rules before we begin,” Max mentions again.
Even though I know what is happening, I allow sex to cloud my judgment. I know there are things we need to talk about. I know there are things he keeps from me, but there are things I keep from him, too.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
MAX
I have waited for this moment for longer than I care to admit. Serena’s beauty, confidence, and her own brand of dominance call to something inside of me that is begging to be released. I need to own her. I need her to promise herself to me and only me.
Fuck. I need to calm down.
I’m two seconds away from choking her to get her to promise to be only mine.
