Psycho (The Line Walkers #2)

25. Chapter 25 – Maddox

Chapter 25 – Maddox

S he looked at me.

I looked at her.

She looked away.

I smirked and shook my head, gazing back at the directions on the back of the package in my hands. Feeling her eyes on me again, I glanced back up and found her staring at me over the top of her book from the other side of the room.

I lifted my head fully, staring back at her.

She looked away. Again. This time, she huffed as she did it.

I smirked again.

My plan was either going to go off without a hitch and make her fall even more in love with me, or Storm was going to kill me with a blunt butter knife in my sleep.

It was anyone’s guess which direction it would go, to be honest.

Four days ago, she ran away to Hartington Estate to get space from me after she overheard Mack trying to tell me what I did or didn’t want in the middle of the night.

And every single second since I got her back home that night, I was just within reach of her.

No more late-night hunts. No more long hours in front of a computer working to find Damon or his mysterious money man. And sure as fuck, no more unattended Storm left to entertain herself in my absence.

No, I was making sure she was well and entertained with me under foot twenty-four seven.

Which was why I wasn’t sure if she was loving it or plotting my death as she once again looked over the top of her book at me.

She looked at me.

I looked at her.

She looked away.

This time, she slammed her book shut and grumbled at me, sending daggers my way as she tossed her book down on the table next to her. “You’re insufferable, you know that, right?”

I shrugged, ripping the package open as I decided to just give the foot peel mask thingy that Peyton had delivered a shot in the dark.

How hard could it be to put a Ziplock on a foot and find something to entertain her for an hour while her toes marinated in it?

Ideas had been shooting through my mind since I read the line on the directions that said, ‘Do not walk with bags on, as they are tripping hazards.’

Which meant once they were on, she’d be at my mercy.

Again.

Just like she was in the shower this morning when I held her body up and made her come with the handheld wand. And before that when I laid her out on the kitchen table and slowly fed her my cock until she came four times before I fed her the eggs I made her. Or last night when I bent her over on the couch, propping her up on the back of it so her stomach was free, and ate her from behind for an hour straight.

Storm was cynical and doubted everything she dared to believe in suddenly, simply because of Mack’s words and her wild hormones. But what she couldn’t deny was how fucking right it felt when I touched her.

Or how badly her body ached to give in to me when I offered her pleasure that her mind tried to pretend she didn’t want. I knew her better than that.

“Do you know what else I am?” I carried the slime filled bags over to her as she squinted her eyes at me. Unbeknownst to her, I had filled both pockets of my sweatpants with things to make the next hour of her immobilization much more fun. Lowering myself to my knees in front of where she sat, bundled up in her blanket, in the reading chair. “I’m also incredibly prize motivated.” I pulled her blanket up, revealing her bare feet and legs, but tucked it around her knees, giving off the illusion that everything still under that fluffy blanket was safe from me. Wrong. But she didn’t know that yet.

“You’re psychotic.” She deadpanned like I was supposed to be repulsed by her words. In reality, they made my cock hard.

Rock, fucking hard, thanks to the hardcore edging I’d been doing to myself for the last four days.

Even though I had fucked her more than a dozen times, I hadn’t come once.

Not once had I given into the insane urge to fill her body up or coat it with my release as she begged me to repeatedly.

But I was losing my hold on that control, because I was only a man, and Storm’s body was heaven. And when she stuck her bottom lip out and begged me with sweet conviction to come deep inside of her, she made a credible argument.

I’d fill her up continually when her last bit of doubt in me had washed away from her mind. When she no longer expected me to walk away from her, or at the very least, feel obligated to stay, I’d give her whatever she wanted.

Until then, I’d keep proving to her just how dedicated I was to my mission.

“Do you want to know what prize I’m after this time?” I asked, as I lifted her bare foot up and bared my teeth, gently nipping the top of her big toe. Did I have a foot fetish? I didn’t know. But what I did know was if she wanted me to, I’d suck her toes and come all over them. It didn’t matter how she let me touch her, I just had to.

“I’m afraid to ask.” She speculated.

“Mmh,” I hummed, tilting my head to the side and kissing my way down the inside of her arch before running my tongue up it. Nope, pretty sure I had a foot fetish if they were her feet. And by the way her lips parted, and she shifted in her seat, she wasn’t unaffected by it either. “I think that’s a lie.”

She licked her lips when I dragged my teeth over the arch of her foot, careful not to put too much pressure on the sensitive nerves there but enough to draw a small gasp from her lips before kissing my way up and sucking her toe into my mouth.

Yep, I had a Storm fetish.

“Madd.” She moaned, letting her eyelids flutter closed for half a second before snapping them back open like she didn’t want to give in to the pleasure I was teasing at.

“Yes, Darling?” I joked, lowering her foot and sliding the bag up over it, peeling the tape, backing off and securing it.

“You’re driving me nuts.”

“I know.” I admitted, picking up her other foot and mirroring the same teasing touches on that one as she melted further into the chair until I was securing the second bag into place. “Do you ache for me?”

“You know I do.” She hissed, wiggling her feet around in the bags on the floor, testing out their slipperiness. “Why tease me and then ruin it with these?”

“Oh, these won’t ruin it, baby.” I slid my hands back up her calves and under the blanket to her thighs as she stared at me. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“You know I do.” She repeated, “But you won’t give me what I really want.”

“My come?” I questioned, pushing the blanket up higher, revealing the sweet little cotton panties she wore under one of my shirts and nothing else. It wasn’t as if she had much use for clothes as many times as I’d taken them off her the last few days. “Is that what you want? You want me to come deep inside of you, fill you up and brand your body from the inside?”

“Fuck.” She tipped her head back again like she was fighting for control. “Yes, you fucking psychopath, that’s what I want.”

“Mmh,” I pulled the blanket apart and hooked my fingers under the band of her panties, “Do you trust me yet?” She opened her mouth, no doubt calling me another sarcastic name, but I cut her off. “Don’t lie to me, Storm. We both know I can tell.”

She screeched in annoyance, giving me the answer she hated to admit. No, she didn’t fully trust me yet.

I moved on with my original plan. “Fine.”

“Maddox.” Her pouty lips puckered as I gently pulled her hips to the edge of the chair before pushing her shoulders back into the cushion. “What’s your plan here, Psycho?”

“Tsk, tsk.” I chided, slipping my fingers under the hem of her panties again and ripping them to pieces before pushing her legs wide, revealing to me what I already knew I’d find. “A serial killer never tells his victims his plan before he does it.”

As I hooked her legs over the arm of the chair, keeping them open, her tight little hole clenched and released more wetness.

“That’s a lie.” She rocked forward as I watched, enticing me as best she could without openly begging me. “A lot of serial killers hold their victim’s hostage to play with their minds before they kill them. They even sometimes eat parts of them before they’re dead.”

I paused, raising my eyebrow at her in challenge, “Why did my dick just get harder?”

She licked her lips and opened her blanket, revealing her upper body to me as she shimmied out of my shirt. “Because you’re insane, and me talking about insane things makes you feel right at home.”

“Hmm.” I hummed, reaching up to palm her massive breasts and pinch both of her nipples. She was so incredibly responsive to nipple play she melted from the simple touches before I even really got down to business.

“Would you ever kill a person?” I questioned, lowering one hand and running my fingertips through her wetness as I kept playing with one nipple. “Would you tie them up and do depraved things to them if you felt they deserved it?”

“Yes.” She moaned without hesitation. “Fuck yes.”

“Yes, to killing someone, or yes to the sexual pleasure?” I pushed two fingers into her waiting hole, and she moaned louder, pushing against my hand.

“Both, baby.” She hummed, “Depending on who it was and what they did, I’d let you fuck me while I did it and get both highs in one.”

I scissored my fingers as a mischievous grin played across her lips. I wasn’t sure how much of her words were the truth and how much of them were just bravado from the height of her sexual pleasure, but it didn’t matter.

Someday, I would fuck her overtop of someone taking their last breath. It was just a matter of time, really. But until then, she’d have to settle for my current plans.

So, turning the topic to something I was more interested in, I pulled my wet fingers from her pussy and pushed them against her asshole. I didn’t give her time to consent or prepare, instead, I just gave her my entire finger, deep into her ass as I toyed with her nipple.

“Fuck!” She screeched but rocked against my hand. I knew what she wanted, clit stimulation. But I wanted to drive her mad before I gave her the release she sought. “Again.”

Leaving her hard nipple, I pulled a bottle of tingling lube from my pocket and squirted it directly onto her pussy, starting on her clit and pouring until it dripped down over her lips and down to my finger buried deep in her ass.

The lube would ruin the chair, but I didn’t care. By the time I was done with her tonight, the carpet would be trash too.

And I’d happily buy her new ones, knowing that they were destroyed by her inability to tell me no.

“You want me to fuck your ass?” I questioned, as I withdrew my finger and pushed it back in, letting the lube soften the sensation.

“Yes.” She nodded with a dreamy look in her eyes, “I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“I do.” Agreeing, I pushed another finger into her ass, giving them a twirl and then withdrew them. Her wet little pussy clenched again. “But I think this cunt needs to be filled too, don’t you?”

She moaned in wonder as I reached back into my pocket and pulled out a toy I ordered just for this occasion.

After how well she took to the suction toy, the last time we played with it, I got her another one, but this time it was a wearable kind that wouldn’t get in the way as she wore it when I fucked her ass.

Or her pussy.

But she’d get that surprise another time.

Tonight was about claiming her somewhere new.

Taking something else from her until I owned everything.

I needed her to feel me everywhere.

With her pregnant belly in the way, she couldn’t see what I was doing as I lubed up the toy and started sliding the flared, almost squid shaped head into her tight pussy, but she could feel it. “Oh yeah, Madd.” She moaned, palming her breasts in my absence as she took what I gave her. What was the alternative? It wasn’t like she could run away at the moment with her feet immobilized. “That’s new.”

“Turns out I have an obsession with buying you things.” I stared down at her body as I pushed the curved part flush against her body until the suction cup landed against her clit. I flicked my eyes up to her as I turned it on at full speed and watched as they rolled back in her head. “Things that make you drool and your pussy throb.” I was mesmerized, watching her whole body respond to the pleasure I was giving her.

Her brows pinched, her lips parted, her knuckles turned white where they gripped the chair, and her toes curled in the stupid little bag socks she was wearing.

“I’m coming.” She gasped after a good thirty seconds of finger fucking her ass and using the sucker on her clit with the vibrator in her pussy. “Fuck, yes I’m coming!”

“I know.” I praised, watching her pussy clench around the toy as her ass did the same around my finger. “I can feel you.”

“Feel it with your cock.” She gasped, “Because if you don’t shut up and fuck my ass right now, I’m going to kick your teeth in and ride this toy while you’re forced to just watch.”

Biting my lip to keep from daring her to do just that, I pushed my pants down, freeing my cock. If she wanted it, she’d get it.

Coating my cock with lube, I lined up with her ass, and pulled my fingers out until they were barely still inside and used the pressure of them against the tight ring of muscles at the opening as I fed my cock in. “Jesus Storm, I wish you could see what I see.”

“My ass swallowing your cock?” She hissed when I pulled my fingers out and pushed deep. She wasn’t new to anal, but she was new to anal with me. And my thick cock was going to make her sweat before it made her come. “Christ.”

“Mmh, I usually relate to his counterpart more.” I joked, but my humor didn’t land when I was completely inside her, because it was the most heavenly feeling in the world. “Okay, never mind. I see the pearly gates.”

Liv moaned and dragged her nails down my stomach as I pulled out and pushed back in. “Don’t leave me hanging again, Maddox.” Her green eyes intently held mine as I slowed my thrusts and pushed the toy firmer against her clit. I knew she was close again, and I knew she wanted me to come with her. “I need you to orgasm.”

“Do you trust me yet?” I questioned the same thing I had been asking her all week. Not that I was trying to blackmail her into suddenly believing me again, or even lying to me for the sake of pleasure. I needed her to find her faith in me again in her own way, in her own time. But I couldn’t give in until she did.

I had to hold out.

“Damnit, Maddox.” She cried out, arching her back so far that her body changed angles, and my cock pressed upwards as I picked up speed. She started coming around my cock, strangling it with her ass as the toy continued to play with her clit and G-spot. My cock rubbed the toy against her G-spot in rhythm with my thrusts because her body pressed against mine. Her glorious chest flushed as she screamed, tipping her head back in ecstasy, as her pussy flooded around the toy.

“Fuck yes, squirt for me, Storm. Cover me with it, while I fuck your ass.”

I slammed in hard as the proof of her massive orgasm coated my abs and thighs until she quivered beneath me, convulsing with the intensity of it all.

“Shh,” I hummed, slowing my thrusts and then stopping all together as she gasped for breath, blinking at the ceiling like she was fighting to stay conscious. “Easy, Storm.”

“Don’t stop,” She cried, clawing at me, even as tears ran down her temple into her hair. “I need you to come.”

“Shh,” I repeated, withdrawing from her body and pulling the toy free, so she was at peace as she recovered from the high. “Don’t worry about that right now. Just ride the ecstasy, enjoy it.”

She huffed but closed her eyes as I gently lowered her feet to the floor and laid gentle kisses all over her body, working my way from her thighs, over her sweet belly, to each breast and up her neck until I blanketed her body with it.

“I love you,” she whispered, turning her face to kiss my lips. “But you just made me ruin my favorite chair.”

I shrugged, “Carpet too.” She pursed her lips and glared at me. “But the way I’m going to remember the first time you let me in your ass for the rest of my life will make it all worth it.”

“You’re vulgar.”

I wrapped my hand around her throat and sat up, towering over her so she understood the power I had over her. “Would you prefer if my romance was cute and sweet instead of raw and scarring?” Her eyes flashed and her lips parted, “Would you rather I pretend to be something I’m not, Storm? To fit myself into the role of one of your movie boyfriends who romanticizes their flaws to hide them?”

“We both know I’m addicted to your flaws.” She whispered as she twisted my thumb away from her neck, releasing my hold on it. The move surprised me and caught me off guard, but it shouldn’t have. Storm had never been defenseless, but seeing her fire made my body flare to feel more of her power. However, instead of breaking my thumb with another twist, like she was more than justified to do, she sucked it deep into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks with her eyes locked onto mine. “But this is where you stop using your flaws as smoke screens to keep me pleasured, but not satisfied.”

My brows rose in indignation, “I don’t satisfy you?”

Shaking her head slowly, she sat forward, reaching down to grip my cock and then lower to my tight, swollen balls. “Not the way I need to be. And it stops now. I don’t orgasm again until you do.”

“Storm.” I warned, as she tried to top from the bottom.

“Shut up.” She snapped, tightening her fingers around my balls and stroking them in a way that made my eyes cross and my cock weep. “We’re done with this little experiment where you edge yourself until I tell you what you want to hear.” She lowered her fingers and pressed them against my taint and I hissed, gripping the arms of the chair so hard the wood beneath the upholstery creaked. How the fuck did she top me after what I just did to her? “I trust you, Maddox. Okay?” She rubbed her fingers in a come-hither motion against my taint as I stood ram-rod straight and still for her. If I moved even an inch, I’d blow. “Just because I’m hormonal and angry that you let that woman near you to begin with, doesn’t mean I don’t trust you to my core. It means I have doubts because that’s my fucking flaw in life. I doubt that you want this because you’re the catch and I’m the baggage and no amount of watching you suffer is going to change the way my brain sees it.”

“Storm.” I whispered again, staring down at her. I wanted her to stop, and I wanted her to keep going all at the same time. Her words made sense, but there was no blood in my brain to process them the way they deserved to be as she continued massaging me the way she was.

“I. Trust. You.” She repeated, and I screwed my eyes shut, trying to stay in control of myself. I was a disciplined man, but with her hands on me and her words circling around in my brain, I was losing my edge. “Do you hear me, Psycho? I trust you.”

“Fuck!” I roared, tipping my head back as she pressed harder on that spot she was torturing me with as her other hand wrapped around the base of my cock as I erupted.

“That’s it, good boy.” She purred, milking my cock as I came all over her chest, coating her skin with it. “Come for me baby, don’t stop. Give me what I want.”

“Storm!” I hissed through clenched teeth as my head tipped forward when her teeth latched on my tight peck muscle, biting me and forcing my cock to spasm in a way it had never done before. “What the fuck!” I cried when another wave of ecstasy burned through my spine and more come shot free from the head of my cock in a second orgasm. “Stop.” I begged, “Please.”

She loosened her hold on my cock, gently teasing her fingers up the length of it as she scooped some of my come off her chest and returned her hand back to that spot behind my balls. The pads of her fingers were silky with my release, making them glide over the skin as my toes curled and my cock throbbed still hard in her hand.

“Tell me just how raw you feel now, Psycho.” She stared up at me with defiance in her eyes as her silky fingers brushed against my asshole. Every fucking thing inside of me wanted to push her away and force her to stop. But I was entranced by the fire in her green eyes, as she dominated me and pushed me past boundaries I never once wavered on before her. “I want you to wear my scars so there’s no doubt in the world who you belong to anymore, Madd. Be raw and scarred with me, baby. I love you. And I trust you.” She pulled both of her hands away from my body, releasing me and the invisible hold they had on me as I sagged against the chair. “But if you ever let another woman touch you again, I’ll cut her fucking touch from your skin.”

I grinned down at her like a nutcase as her words excited the insane part of my psyche.

My pretty little Storm was perfect for me.

And I was going to enjoy watching her bloom into the menace she hid from the world.