Page 51 of Wicked Devotion
A smile spreads on his face when I push him toward the bed, and the moment he tries to get out of his clothes, I stop him.
“You’ll stay just like this, minus the jacket. Kneel on the bed, get your fucking cock out, and hold your hands in front of your body.”
There’s a myriad of reasons I refuse to undress while fucking Max. Being naked while having sex is too intimate. We’re not ‘making love’. We’re not a damn couple.
The other, much more concerning reason, is that even feeling his skin underneath my fingertips is dangerous. The warmth his body radiates, the scars on his skin—the fact that I could trace each one from memory alone. It’s like walking on the edge of a volcano, and if I’m not careful enough for the both of us, we’ll fall.
Cautiously, he watches me as I slide my belt out of the loops. I love seeing Max like this. So unsure about what’s to come, knowing he’s going to be grateful for anything I give him.
“How’s Lily going to feel about this?” I ask, gesturing at his arm once I’m done wrapping my belt around his wrists, forcing his arms into a v-shape in front of his crotch. “We should ask her.”
Max’s smile turns a little nervous when I fish his phone out of his tactical vest.
“Code.”
“55648.”
I’m a little disappointed it’s not some variation of my name.
It takes me a while to find the perfect position for his phone on the nightstand, but once I’m satisfied with my work, I call Lily. She picks up before I can get annoyed with the amount of hearts next to her name.
“Look what he did, sweetheart,” I say, skipping the small talk.
I rip the bandage—that wasn’t even a sufficient one to begin with—off of Max’s arm.
“Max, oh my God, are you okay?” Lily asks, her voice so full of worry I have to stifle a laugh. If this is already shocking to her, we should never show her my medical records.
When Max tries to answer her, I silence him with a sharp tug on his hair.
“He’s fine.”
He won’t be once I’m done with him.
“But he’s been reckless. It’s like he doesn’twantto understand that actions have consequences. You’ll help me teach him a lesson.”
I take the bloody piece of Max’s shirt and put it over his eyes before I tie it at the back of his head. Max shifts on hisknees, and Lily’s eyes grow wide. She must have been so focused on his arm that she overlooked the beautiful masterpiece I’ve created.
Cargos pulled down just enough to expose Max’s already leaking cock that’s bobbing against his tactical vest every time I tighten my grip on his hair. Poor Max, unable to touch himself, the only friction he gets from humping the rough belt.
One day, he’ll learn. Either that, or I’m going to run out of punishments, which won’t happen anytime soon.
“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart,” I say, getting right to the point.
Lily coughs, the sound drowning out Max’s pleas to let him see.
“I don’t do that,” she stammers. Impressive how her ability to lie seems to worsen with every attempt.
Breathing in deeply, I wonder why she has to be so complicated. Max would show me everything I wanted to see right at the shooting range, but with Lily, it’s like having a discussion is a form of foreplay.
To distract myself, I push his pants down further.
“Is that so? You didn’t stuff that pretty cunt with your fingers last night? Weren’t moaning his name while you were straddling my fucking pillow?”
“That’s not true.” Her cheeks turn so red they almost light up the phone screen.
Max groans, and more precum drips onto my belt as I spit down on my fingers. I’m sure he has a packet of lube somewhere in his bag, but I don’t bother asking for it.
“So you’re calling me a liar, Lillian? Do you want to see the video?”
