Page 45 of Mistress Mayhem

He chuckles again. “So impatient.”

I bare my teeth, a growl slipping from my lips. It just makes him smile harder as his clever fingers find my clit.

“Wrap your legs around me tightly,” he commands, and I react without thinking, tightening my thighs around him and crossing my foot over my other ankle. He continues to flick his fingers against my clit perfectly while his other hand falls away from where it was supporting me.

My hips lift to meet his hand as he sinks two fingers into my pussy, still working my clit as he fucks me on his fingers. There’s a clang of his belt hitting the floor. I glance down to find him pulling his cock from his pants, licking my lips as I go to reach for him.

“Uh uh, Sage. If you want my cock, then you need to come on my fingers. Then you can have my cock as I fuck you hard and fast against the wall.”

I want to pout, but then his fingers brush against my g-spot, and I completely forget why I’m annoyed with him. He picks up his pace, dragging his fingers against that spot over and over again. The orgasm builds within me, and it won’t take much to throw me over the edge.

My eyes drop to his cock once more, my pussy beginning to flutter as I realize he has more piercings than he did when we were together as teens. With one last thrust of his hand, I explode around him. I scream his name, not caring that everyone else in the maze will know exactly what we’re up to.

He continues to fuck his fingers in and out of me as I come.

“That’s right, princess. You’re a goddess. Love the way you come around my fingers.”

My head falls back to the wall, panting as I try to recover. Only, Cooper doesn’t seem to want me to recover. He pushes inside me, the new piercings rubbing against my walls as he sinks into me.

“Holy shit,” I curse, hips bucking at the unusual sensations.

He just chuckles as he bottoms out, swiveling his hips until the piercing at the end of his dick—the only one he’d had before—hits a spot deep inside of me. I gasp, and he pulls out before pushing back in.

“I’ve missed this fucking pussy. You take me so well.” He leans forward to rest his forehead on mine. “Do you like the new piercings?”

“Of course I do. I’ve never felt anything like this before.” I tilt my head up to press my lips against his.

He nods as he pulls back. “Good. Now, hold on. This is going to be hard and fast.”

That’s all the warning I get before he’s fucking me into the wall. My back slides across the surface, and I know I’ll have scratches where the material of my dress doesn’t cover, but who the hell cares?

My fingers dig into his back, wishing they were digging into his skin and not the stupid clothes he’s wearing. I wish we were both naked so I could feel his skin against mine, but this isn’t the time or place for that. I will need to have them all naked and beneath me when this is over, though.

Movement over Cooper’s shoulder has me lifting my head, only to find Cary trying to sneak up on us. In one of his hands is the dagger I dropped when Cooper swept me into his arms.

I bite back a laugh, not wanting him to know I’ve seen him.

“We have company,” I whisper against Cooper’s ear, and he immediately tenses up, stopping his movement. I hiss, shaking my head. “Don’t stop, you idiot. Don’t fucking stop.”

Cooper hesitates for a moment before beginning to pound me into the wall once more. I reach for my thigh holsters for the small throwing knife there. It takes more effort than it should as my orgasm barrels down on me. Cooper is hitting the perfect spots inside of me, propelling me closer and closer to the edge. I know as soon as the knife sinks into Cary I’ll come harder than I’ve ever come before.

Cooper notices my movements, grinning as he continues to fuck me hard and fast. I lift my hand to his shoulder, holding the blade in my fingers as I line up my throw. It’s going to be tricky since both of our bodies bounce with every thrust, but it’s definitely a throw I can make.

I bite my lip and take a deep breath, my eyes falling shut. When I open them, Cary is almost too close for comfort, but it makes the throw easier. With a flick of my wrist, the knife flies through the air.

Cary has only a second to realize what’s heading his way, and it’s not enough time for him to dodge. A scream rips from his throat as the knife embeds itself into his eye. The sound dies off quickly as he hits the floor, already dead.

As I expected, I come hard. My nails dig into the back of Cooper’s neck as he grunts, hips never stopping as he prolongs my orgasm. My sight starts to go black at the edges, telling me I need to take a breath. But I can’t seem to as the pleasure rushes through me. My body feels like I’m caught in an inferno as I shake and quake around Cooper.

I finally manage to suck in a deep breath as Cooper grins down at me. “That good, huh?”

“Cocky asshole,” I mutter, my eyes moving back to Cary to make sure he’s actually dead.

Cooper glances over his shoulder before pulling out of me, an embarrassing whine falling from my lips. He grins as he moves us toward the now-dead body. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m not done with you yet. I just thought you’d like to see your handiwork while I rail you.”

My cunt clenches down on nothing, and I nod. “I think I’d like that.”

“I think you will too.” He sets me on my feet before spinning me around to face Cary’s body which isn’t too far from Lawrence’s. While I wish I could’ve dragged out Cary’s death, more weight has lifted off my shoulders. Two down and two to go.

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