Page 65 of Madness

Maddox’s hand trailed up my leg brushing the edge of my panties. “If we go out to eat, I can’t fuck you on the table. Not unless I want to kill everyone who sees you coming on my cock.”

I moaned as his lips crashed onto mine again. His tongue devouring me. My fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. Instinctively I started rocking against him, trying to relieve the ache between my legs.

“Take your clothes off.” He growled as his mouth found my neck, licking and biting.

“We haven’t finished dinner.” I tilted my head to give him better access.

He fisted my hair.; pulling on my scalp roughly as he forced my face back to his. “Did you just tell me no, little dove?”

“I know how much you love to watch me eat.” I smiled coyly as I wiggled my ass into his groin. I could feel how hard and thick he was beneath me.

This had also changed. Before, I was defiant because I couldn’t let him control me. But a part of me had always wanted the punishments. Now instead of being defiant, I felt safe to tease him to get my punishments.

“Strip now.” He commanded as he set me back on my feet.

I bit my lip as I slowly brought my hands to the spaghetti straps of my dress. I pushed one down before switching to the other. I caught the fabric around my breasts before it could fall. I knew the longer I disobeyed him, the rougher he’d be with me.

Maddox’s eyes watched my every movement. They burned my skin with his intense desire. I hooked my fingers in the top of my dress. I wiggled as I pulled down the tight fabric, knowing it made my breasts bounce and strain against my bra.

I reached behind my back, arching as I unclasped it. I caught the lace before it dropped. I pinched my nipples, moaning as desire pooled low in my belly.

“Take your fucking clothes off before I cut them from your body.” Maddox growled. A thrill raced through me at the command in his voice. I dropped the bra and slid my panties down my legs. “Turn around and bend over the table.”

I swallowed as I obeyed his command. My elbows and forearms rested on the table, my ass in the air. I could hear the scrapping of metal as he dragged his chair forward. “Spread your legs.”

Anticipation coursed through my body as his hot breath skimmed across my skin. But he didn’t touch me. Instead, he turned the torture around. I stood there for what felt like hours as he just looked at me. Nerves sparked under my skin, only making my arousal heighten.

“Always so wet for me, my little slut.” I let out a shaky breath as he brought one finger to my pussy. Sliding through me before briefly brushing my clit. It wasn’t nearly enough. I squirmed against him, trying to take him inside me.

“Behave.” Maddox slapped my ass hard. I moaned as the shock sent electricity through me. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I whimpered as he continued to stroke me gently. I wasn’t afraid to admit I wanted him anymore. I knew it would only bring me pleasure. I jerked at the warmth of his mouth. He took one long lazy lick through me before his hot breath coasted across my skin again.

“Then come sit on my lap.” He bit my cheek hard, making me cry out. I was never without at least one bite mark from him.

As soon as he was gone, I immediately turned towards him. Instead of doing what he wanted, I dropped to my knees. I undid his belt then looked up at him through my lashes for permission. He didn’t always fuck me naked, so I wasn’t sure what kind of night it would be. He gave me a small nod, so I worked his pants down his body. His huge thick cock jutted from his body. I leaned forward, licking a drop of precum from the head before reaching up to unbutton his shirt.

Then I straddled his lap. His length resting against my soaking pussy. I rocked my hips, sliding him through my center as my hands roamed his strong chest and hard abs. I traced the tattoo there. An Italian phrase I’d never asked the meaning of.

I would never get sick of looking at him. Touching him. His muscles begged to the primal part of me that wanted to be protected. Except I knew those muscles could turn on me just as easily.

Maddox gripped the nape of my neck, dragging my lips to his. I opened for him eagerly, letting him suck the air from my lungs. Without warning, he lifted me with his other arm and slammed me down onto his thick cock. I didn’t know if I was more turned on by his hold on my neck or by how easily he manipulated my body. It was as if I really was a toy to him.

“Oh, my God.” I screamed as he split me open.

“No other man exists when my cock is inside you. Not even God.” He said as he trailed kisses down my neck. Nipping at my ear lobe. “Say my name.”

“Maddox.” I dug my nails into his chest, expecting him to keep going, but he stopped.

My chest rose with a heavy breath as he stilled his movements. His lips continuing to kiss me, but nothing else. My body stretched around him, trying to accommodate his huge size. I hadn’t gotten used to it, and I hoped I never did. I liked the pain that came with him being inside me. Each time felt like the first time. Felt like a delicious intrusion. I tried to roll my hips, but he gripped my ass tightly to stop me.

“Please. Let me move.” I whimpered.

“It’s not the time to beg, my little dove. You haven’t had your punishment yet.” My body tingled at his words. “The question is how to punish you. There are so many things I could use. I could have you reach down and get my belt off the floor.”

My nipples beaded and ached at the memory. “You like that idea, don’t you?”

I might be able to admit I wanted him, but I didn’t want to admit out loud that I liked the pain. It still bothered me for some reason. There was a little nag in my mind telling me it was wrong to like it. Maddox reached forward and grabbed something from the table. The candle flickered off the metal as he brought a knife to my throat.

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