Page 20 of Madness

A sharp slap landed on my ass prolonging the sensation. I sucked air into my lungs. I needed it, but I couldn’t remember why.

“Count.” He grunted as he continued to finger fuck me. To touch my body in a way, I didn’t even know I needed.

“Nine.” I gasped.

“Cazzo.You’re so goddamn tight. My cock is going to tear you apart.” He pushed a third finger in, stretching me further as if preparing me for his dick. “Then I’ll claim this ass. I’m going to ruin every inch of you.”

I couldn’t process his words because my body was taut, racing toward my next release. “That’s right, come again like a good little slut. You hate me, fear me, but no one can touch your body like I can. Not that ex or that fucker out there. Only I can do this to you.”

My hands dug into the table, turning my knuckles white. I forced my ass back, pushing him further inside me. He curled his fingers, and I detonated.

“Yes. Yes.” I chanted as I exploded.

I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore. I just didn’t want this to stop. I had never felt this good in my life. This gone. This free. Like nothing else mattered.

I didn’t have bills to worry about. I wasn’t forced or paid to be here. I was nothing but a toy for him. Just as I thought it might stop, Maddox slapped my ass again, and it started all over.

“Ten.” I whimpered automatically.

“So fucking breakable.” Maddox grunted as I felt warm liquid coat my ass and thighs.

I’d been so gone I didn’t even realize he’d been fisting his cock. A sliver of disappointment passed through me. I wanted to see him the way he’d seen me, but my body felt weak. I didn’t have the energy to lift my head and look at him.

The table was the only thing holding me up as I lay against it. Slowly my breathing evened out. I started to feel my body again. My fingers were cramped from holding on to the table. My ass burned, and sweat clung to my skin.

I felt the stickiness between my legs, a mix of both of us. Instead of hating the feeling, I savored it even though I shouldn’t. He had lost his mind over me. He felt a little of what I did for him.

“I need to clean up.” I started to stand, but Maddox shoved me down again. His large, hot palm pressing into my cooling skin.

My breath caught in my lungs. I tried to take a deep breath, but his weight pressed into me. Apprehension clawed at my limbs. Why I was afraid now and not when he was hurting me, I didn’t know. I should have always been afraid. I should never have let my guard down. “M-Maddox.”

“Say it again.” His voice was softer than I’d heard it. I wanted to reach out and touch this part of him. This soft part I didn’t think he had. “Say my name.”

“Maddox.” I whispered. “Are you going to let me up?”

“Not yet.” I felt his body leave me, but I didn’t move.

I had no idea what he was doing, but something told me if I moved, I’d get punished again. As hard as I’d come, I didn’t want to be hurt again… right now. I shouldn’t want it at all, but it was there. It had happened, and I liked it. I was going to have to deal with that. But not now.

Later. At home. Alone.

I saw his hand reach over me to gather my tights from the table. He grabbed my hips and turned me to face him.

He sat on the chair. His dark hair curled on his forehead. I fought the urge to reach out and brush it away. To feel a part of him between my fingers. His jaw was tight, his brows furrowed. He looked tenser than someone who’d just had an orgasm should.

He wasn’t looking at me, and I wanted him to. I wanted to see his eyes. See if the softness I’d heard in his voice was reflected in them. It was a fool’s hope. It was a chemical reaction. The endorphins flooding my brain, telling it to make a connection with the person who’d created them. But there would be no connection to be found. Maddox didn’t have that part of him.

His fingers wrapped around my ankle, lifting my foot to his knee. I watched as he slipped the fabric up my calf. “What are you doing? I need to clean up. You’ll ruin my tights.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your clothes.” He growled. “Be happy I’m letting you get dressed at all.”

I swallowed my protest and panic. I wanted him to let me go. A ruined pair of tights was a small price to pay. As soon as I was out of the room, I would get an extra pair from Tessa and go to the bathroom to clean up.

“You’ll wear these the rest of the night.” Maddox said as if he heard my thoughts. The tone of his voice left no room to argue with him. “I want everyFigliodiputtanaout there to smell me on you. I want you to feel my dried cum on your skin. Maybe then you won’t let them fucking touch you.”

My eyes widened as my jaw dropped. He stopped with the tights at mid thigh. I was mesmerized as he leaned forward. His olive skin looked striking next to my fairer complexion. His stubble scratched the sensitive flesh on my thigh. His warm lips set off goosebumps, and I shivered at the contact. Then he closed his mouth around my skin. He bit down. Hard.

I cried out, and my fingers flew to his hair. But the wires in my brain crossed on the way. Instead of pushing him off me, I pulled him closer. His hair was thick and silky in my hands. It felt incredible between my fingers. I realized I’d barely touched him, and I hadn’t seen him at all. How was that possible? And why did I want to?

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