Page 55 of Interview with a Sadist
“Hey!” Nolan shouts, stepping closer to the door. “Who the fuck is it?” he barks, and the response stops us both dead in our tracks.
“Nolan, can I come in? It’s Maddy.”
ChapterThirty-Three
~ NOLAN ~
“Nolan, can I come in? It’s Maddy.”
With my cock as hard as a rock and stretching the fabric of my pants, I freeze in place with my eyes as large as saucers. My heart hammers, the blood in my veins rushes like a waterfall, and I can feel the burning sensation of Bree’s eyes as she stares at the side of my face, wondering what to do.
How did it come to this? Fucking Madelaine … Maddy. Still not able to move on after all this time, and somehow still capable of ruining things for me. While I stand in front of the door with a look of trying to remain calm, she jiggles the knob again, trying her best to get inside because I almost never lock the door to my office. This is out of the norm, and she knows it. She also knows something is brewing between Bree and I, and while I never thought it would affect her, it obviously has.
Madelaine has started to fall apart—showing up late for work, doing a piss poor job when she does manage to make it in, and butchering every relationship she enters. I can see it all crumbling around her, but it’s not my place to be her savior. Not anymore.
I glance over at Bree, and she looks so delicious next to the door with the ball gag in her mouth. I have half a mind to ignore Maddy’s pleas and simply bend Bree over in front of the door instead. Her leggings are down at her ankles and there’s wet spots on her clothes from all of the drool, and while the sight of her makes me want to forget the entire world, I have to focus. I have to get Maddy out of here.
As quickly as I can, I button up my pants and straighten out my shirt to the best of my ability. I can’t dry the wet spots from Bree’s saliva, but I can try to hide them. So, I take a deep breath and step toward the door holding a finger to my lips so Bree knows to remain quiet while I handle this. When I open the door, I only open it enough to stick my head out—another major departure from the norm, but I have no choice.
“What is it, Maddy?” I say with a deep furrow in my brow. I want her to know how much she’s annoying me right now, and it’s not like I have to lie. Bree’s bare pussy is only inches away, and not being able to taste her feels like the worst kind of torture.
Maddy stands outside my door in her usual black-on-black work clothes. Her hair is tied into a ponytail and her makeup is flawless, somehow making her blue eyes pop even more. After all the time I’ve known her and learned about the kind of person she is, Maddy is still a beautiful woman, and while I don’t feel responsible for her, I also don’t want to see her hurt.
“Hey,” Maddy says in response, but her eyes shift to the small gap in the door above my head. She tries to look at me, but her eyes keep bouncing back and forth as she talks. “What’s going on? I haven’t seen you all night. You okay?”
I frown so hard it makes my head hurt. “Am I okay? I’m fine, Maddy. What’s up? You knocked, and tried to open the door, so I figured it was something urgent.”
She tilts her head to the side trying to see in, but the only open space is above my head. “Umm … it’s nothing too urgent, I guess. Can I come in for a minute? I just need to talk to you in private.”
“If it’s not urgent, then why do you need to talk to me in private?” I ask, my brows still furrowed.
“Why can’t I come in?” Maddy fires back with each of her words dipped in accusation.
“Because I’m fucking busy, Maddy. It’s not a good time right now, and I’m not in a good mood, so if itisn’turgent, then I’ll have to get with you later.”
Maddy scoffs and shuffles her feet in frustration. “Wait. There’s a guy out here who’s trying to get into VIP without a reservation.”
“Are you kidding me?” I snip as my annoyance reaches new heights. “Maddy, VIP is your section, and this kind of thing is something you’ve handled on your own a million times. Take care of it, and if you have any trouble, you get one of the bouncers to handle it. Why are you acting brand new?”
“Why won’t you let me in?”
“Because you’re full of shit right now, and this looks an awful lot like a familiar road I don’t want to go down with you.”
She flinches, apparently feeling physical pain from my words, and I recognize the moment the fight leaves her body. Maddy looks down at the floor for a moment, obviously distracted by her thoughts, before she looks up at me, nodding slowly.
“Okay, Nolan,” she says, all of the determination having left her voice. “I’ll take care of it. Go back towhateveryou were doing. Bye.”
I think about responding with words that would lessen the blow of my rejection, but Maddy is gone before I can put a sentence in order. Through the gap in the door, I watch her walk down the hall and disappear into the thick crowd of people in the VIP section, never turning around once.
The second she’s gone, I close the door and turn my attention back to Bree, who’s still cemented against the wall next to the door with her pants down and the ball in her mouth. I see the apprehension in her eyes, and the last thing I want is to remove the gag from her mouth and have a conversation about Maddy. Maddy’s actions are making it to where Bree and I will eventually have to talk, but not today. Not right now.
“I’m sorry about that,” I say, hoping to erase the puzzled look on Bree’s beautiful face as I step close to her. Her body heat alone makes my cock instantly hard again, but I don’t dive right in. I can see she’s concerned, and I’d be an asshole if I ignored that and just took what I wanted. So, I exhale and do the right thing.
“I want you to know something, Bree,” I begin, looking her directly in the eyes. “Looking at you right now, seeing you standing there with your leggings at your ankles, your knees apart, and your mouth agape as drool rolls down your body makes my cock hard. I want to fuck you right now, without wasting another second. However, if our brief intermission has made you want to stop, all you have to do is shake your head from right to left. Simply shake your head, and I’ll remove the gag. Otherwise, I’m going to finish what I started in this room tonight. Now’s your chance.”
I watch with a pounding heart as Bree glares at me. There is no doubt that questions are flowing through her mind, wreaking havoc on her comfort with me. Questions without answers can be unbearable, and I wouldn’t hesitate to stop if she said so. I’m on pins and needles as a full minute ticks by without movement or a single sound. The two of us look at each other in silence, and while Bree is obviously marred by curiosity, she doesn’t shake her head.
I take a step closer to her, and she doesn’t move. I place a hand on her hip, and still, she doesn’t move. I lower myself back into a crouching position, my mouth only inches from her glistening pussy, and she remains still. Bree doesn’t move a single muscle until I use two fingers to lift the tiny hood over her clit, and run my tongue over the exposed nub. Her movement is not a head shake, it’s a writhing release of tension as she relaxes her body and gives herself to me once again. In an instant, Maddy is gone, and there is only us.
