39. Chapter 39 - Olivia
Chapter 39 - Olivia
“ W hat exactly is all of this stuff?” I flipped open the top of a box stuffed in the corner of Maddox’s old apartment closet as he carried some out to the elevator. He was cleaning out junk, but he was being— secretive about it.
So, I was being nosey about it in return. My vibrators were in his bedside drawer, the man wasn’t allowed any secrets anymore.
“What?” He asked, coming back into the apartment where he found me lifting masks out of the box. A whole lot of masks. “Hey, why did you open that?”
He rushed over and shut the flaps of the box so I couldn’t see anything else, but the damage was done. I had one in my hand and there was no hiding it.
I held up the plastic mask, dangling it from my fingertips to examine it and dodging him as he tried to steal it back. “Nope,” I warned, turning away from him to see the front of it. “Is this a purge mask?” I eyed the neon led light strips under the plastic that created an X over each eye and a gnarly sewn shut look to the mouth.
He sighed and put his hands on his hips, trying to use the fact that he was standing in just a pair of athletic shorts and nothing else to distract me from my current investigation. “You’re supposed to be putting Rory down for bed.” He said in turn, avoiding my question.
“She’s down.” I challenged, nodding my chin to the monitor sitting on the old kitchen table across the room, showing our sleeping daughter a few rooms away. The girl knew how to sleep, it was her favorite pastime. Day and night she stuck to a routine and life with a newborn was, dare I say, easy. “Why do you have a box full of masks?”
“Because.” He lunged, reaching out with his stupidly long arms and stealing it from my fingertips. “I’m a psycho.”
I squinted my eyes at him and looked away from his naked torso and back up to his face. I was four weeks postpartum, and the whole no sex for six weeks was feeling like a life sentence.
And highly unnecessary.
Fuck it, I was willing to risk the pain if it meant I could ride Maddox’s dick.
I was desperate, and he knew it.
“You’re not.” I countered, no longer using that term to define him, even jokingly like we used to, since learning about his teenage years inside of the institution that Dane’s father ran. “But you are a dumbass if you think I’m going to let this go.”
He tossed the mask on the top of the box and cocked his head to the side as I crossed my arms under my breasts, knowing it would lift them up and draw his attention to the fact that I was wearing just a spaghetti strap nightgown and nothing else.
Two could use weapons of war, even with their allies.
“They’re just masks, Storm. Sometimes jobs call for it.” He dismissed it, but my intrigue was too strong to ignore.
“Put it on.”
“What?” He looked surprised.
“Put the LED mask on.” I nodded to the box behind him, unwavering. “Now.”
The command crackled in the air between us, just like the sexual tension had been for weeks. He was holding out on actually fucking me, because he thought it was the right thing to do, simply because the doctor recommended it. But all he was doing was pissing me off.
He made me come a dozen times in other ways, but he just wouldn’t break the rules and actually give me what I wanted.
Dick.
He stared me down for a minute before finally reaching for the box and putting the mask on. Maddox knew what he was doing and what fantasies he was playing into of mine, so as he put the damn thing on, he clicked a button turning the neon teal and pink lights on and then slowly tilted his head to the side like a fucking—psychopath.
“Fuck me.” I replied. There was no need to mince words. No veiled threats to hide behind or smoke and mirrors to use to get what I wanted. I didn’t have the patience for it.
“No.” He replied authoritatively. “You know the rules.”
“Fine.” I shrugged and walked past him. “Then the first thing I take inside of me again will be that lovely vibrator you used to use on me. Shame though, I wanted it to be your dick instead.”
As I walked past, he spun me around and trapped me in his embrace, his powerful arms pinning mine to my sides. His body heat radiated against my back. Excitement grew in my core as my lower body clenched from just the feeling of his body on mine again.
The entire time I knew him before Rory was born, I was pregnant. And because of that, there was a level of restraint that he used with me. Even the few times we got caught up in the moment before she was born, I knew they weren’t him being truly free.
I wanted him in his barest form. I wanted nothing holding him back from me. But still, he refused.
“Careful, Storm.” He murmured from behind the mask as his hands tightened around my wrists. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I want it to fucking burn, Maddox.” I hissed, pressing my ass into his groin and rocking back against him. He was hard, unable to hide how badly he wanted to give in to me and my demands. “Do you want me to beg you?” I fought his hold until he moved with me as I lifted the hem of my nightgown up my thighs, using his knuckles against my bare core. “Would that make you give in, baby?” I changed tactics and purred, lowering my voice and playing with his alpha tendencies. “Please, Madd. I need to feel you inside of me again. I need to feel you lose yourself with me. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
“Storm.” He growled, cracking his neck to the side, fighting the urge. “You know what the doctor said.”
“Guidelines, Madd.” I moaned when he extended one finger from the hold on my wrist and ran it through my wetness to my clit, rubbing it. “They’re suggestions. But I’m fine. You won’t hurt me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I hurt right now!” I cried, losing my hold on my own emotions, as my need felt overwhelming. “I ache for you, baby.”
“Fuck,” He complained and then pulled his finger free of my body and turned me around, pinning my wrists behind my back as he bent me backwards. “You aren’t the only one aching here.”
“Tell me something,” I gazed up at the mask, trying to see his face behind it, but it was impossible with the bright lights shadowing them. “Did you kill someone wearing this?” I could hear the way he clenched his teeth behind it, and I pressed on, trying desperately to push him past his reservations. “You did, didn’t you?” I moaned, rubbing my breasts against his bare chest until one strap fell off my shoulder and pooled the fabric of my dress between us. “You were the last thing someone saw, just like this. And now you’re here, and I’m begging you to fuck me wearing it.” I hooked one ankle around the back of his leg and rubbed my aching center against him shamelessly. “Begging you to be the freest you’ve ever been with me, finally.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” He kept one hand on my back, holding my wrists hostage as he forced my foot to the floor as he started walking across the room. “You don’t know how unhinged I can be.”
“Show me.” I challenged, pulling away so my nightgown could fall free of my breast, and shimmied until the other side followed suit, leaving the fabric tangled around my arms and waist. “Show me how good you can fuck me. You held back every other time, I want to see the real you.”
I gasped and shrieked when he pushed me against the wall and lifted my wrists above my head, kicking my feet wide all in one move. The rough cut of the exposed brick wall dug into my back, and I reveled in it as I rubbed against his erection.
His eyes were on my bare chest as I rubbed up and down against him, but the only one being distracted by my moves was me. I didn’t notice the way he wrapped something around my wrists in place of his hands until it tightened as he hung it over the edge of a beam in the ceiling. He lifted me and sandwiched me to the wall as he fastened it, effectively hanging me to the ceiling by my wrists with his hips, holding me up enough to relieve the ache in my shoulders.
But not enough for me to mistake the power play as he made it.
I was restrained, and if he backed up, I’d clear the floor, effectively at his mercy.
And my body dripped for it.
“You make it sound like you’ve been unsatisfied by me this entire time.” He cocked his head to the side again, eye level with me as his hands slid up the backs of my bare thighs and held me up by them. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me, Storm? Was your sweet little pussy unsatisfied this whole time?”
“Will it get me fucked if I say yes?” I licked my lips.
“It might get you spanked.” He challenged, and I laughed.
“A girl can’t be picky. I’ll probably come from that too.”
His fingers dipped back into my wetness between us as I kept rocking against his lower abs, using them for my pleasure until he pushed two into me without warning. “Mmh,” He moaned, watching me carefully as he started pumping them into me. I wrapped my hands around the fabric, holding me to the beam for leverage and rocked in rhythm with him, nearly crying out from how good it felt. “Beg me for another.”
I grinned like a maniac, “Please give me another finger, Maddox.”
“I’m not Maddox right now.” He challenged, pushing a third finger into me and stretching me further. Sure, it burned more than it would have before I gave birth, but that was probably from the lack of sex for so long, more than it was from the delivery alone. “You wanted me to fuck this pretty little cunt wearing a mask I wore when I skinned a mayor alive, inch by inch until he wore a jacket of muscle instead of skin.” I moaned at the depravity of it all, “Call me by the name that suits that man.”
“No.” I shook my head, fighting a war in my head. “It was never supposed to be mean.”
“It’s not.” He growled, pumping his fingers into me while holding me up with one large hand under my ass. “It’s the truth. Say it.”
“No.” I cried and swore when he pulled free from my body and backed up, letting me fall until I hung by my wrists. I kicked wildly, trying to use the brick wall to get leverage, but my toes were a foot above the ground and my shoulders burned as I tried to hold myself up. “Madd!”
“Say it.” He growled, “Call me what we both know I am, and I’ll fuck you.”
“Maddox.” I whined in protest as he ripped my nightgown down the center, revealing my entire body to his hungry eyes. Even through the mask, I knew he was desperate for me, too. “Psycho.” I whispered, and then swallowed and said it louder. “Fuck me, you psycho.”
The fucking head tilt nearly made me come alone as he slowly slid his hands back under my thighs and spread my thighs, sliding his cock in deep. He was so smooth; he did it all in one move that sucked the air right out of my lungs, and I hissed from the stretch. “Fuck yes, Storm.” He growled, pulling out and pushing back in, feeding me his cock as I anchored my ankles together behind his ass, taking every inch. “You wanted a psychopath to fuck you, baby, not me.”
“It’s all you.” I moaned, nearly orgasming already as he reached between our bodies to roll my clit as he fucked me. “You’re both. Good and bad.”
“Oh yeah,” He chuckled, “This Line Walker theory of yours.” He slammed in deep, making me cry out in ecstasy as we both fought that desire to peek, but also wanting the high of the climb to last forever. “You’re wrong though, baby. I’m only good for you.”
“Yes!” I cried, giving in and falling over the edge of bliss and orgasming. He groaned when I tightened my muscles down on him, forcing his own orgasm to crest as he started pumping himself into me. “God, yes.”
He slowed his thrusts, but kept them going, giving me every inch of himself over and over again. Eventually he stilled, pulling the mask off and throwing it across the room toward the boxes. Laying his forehead against mine, he smiled and rolled his eyes when I bit his bottom lip teasingly.
I had won the battle and got my way.
And neither of us felt like he was the loser at all.
“You’re the one that’s wrong, you know.” I spoke after a while. “It’s not just me you’re good for anymore. I think maybe there’s more good in that enormous body of yours than you’re willing to admit.”
He snorted, pulling free of my body and undoing my wrists so I could finally touch my toes to the ground, though he held my weight against his body as I snuggled into his warmth. “Careful, or I’ll put a sibling for our sweet girl inside of you to test that theory out on and start the whole thing all over again.”
“Gah!” I cringed, imagining the difficulties of pregnancy starting all over again already. “Maybe we should abstain from sex for a few years.”
He tipped his head back and laughed loudly, before gripping one of my ass cheeks in his large hand and shaking it as his fingers dipped dangerously close to my ass. “I don’t care which hole you let me fill, Storm, but you’ve awakened the beast inside of me after letting him lay sleeping for the last month. And I’m never going that long without being inside of you again.”
“Hmm.” I mused, tightening my arms around his stomach. “Did you just threaten to fuck my ass for the rest of eternity?”
“If that’s all you’ll give me.” He spanked me again, “Damn fucking straight.”