Chapter Forty Three
Bridgette
I waited for Maggie to text me back for three hours. I won’t even lie that panic and hysteria were in full control. My emotions were running rampant, and all I could think about was that she changed her mind, she could never forgive me, we could never move forward. I clutched the letter she sent me, agreeing that we get a place together this summer, to my chest the entire time. Relief only came to me when I saw her message come through. Then, earth shattering disappointment.
Maggie: Rain check. Something has come up with M. I’ll text you soon.
Something has come up? What the fuck has come up? What the hell does that even mean? She went over there to break up with her. We had a date planned, and now she’s standing me up…for her?
A sour feeling hits my stomach, one reminiscent of the one I used to feel constantly when I was trapped in my endless Asher Putnam cycle. Maggie isn’t like him, though. They aren’t the same. There has to be an explanation. I’m sure as fuck curious as to what it could be, though.
It takes several more hours before a knock comes at my door. I set down my Chinese takeout, pushing it to the side as I cross the room. When I open it, Maggie is standing there looking absolutely exhausted.
“What happened?” I ask.
She shakes her head as she steps inside. I close the door as she paces for a moment, digging her hands into her hair.
“I didn’t break up with her,” she says.
I feel a twinge of hurt ripple through me as I prepare myself for what comes next when she speaks.
“I tried to, and she almost slit her goddamn throat!”
I pause for a moment. “What?”
“Yeah.” Maggie laughs bitterly. “I calmly explained that we just weren’t a good match, and she freaked out. Going on and on about how she doesn’t want anyone but me, and then she grabbed a knife and put it up to her neck. She said that if I broke up with her, then I had to live with killing her too.”
My mouth drops open. “Are you serious? How fucking disgusting. To put that kind of guilt, that kind of manipulation on someone? Yeah, no fucking wonder you want to break up with her. Who could handle that psycho bullshit?”
“Thank you.” Maggie nods before shaking her head. “I still didn’t give in, and she nicked herself, started to bleed. I panicked.”
“Where is she now?” I ask.
“Asleep. I made her take two sleeping pills, and she passed out after I patched up her neck. I just…fuck, B. What do I do?”
My initial thought is let the bitch kill herself. No love will be lost with me, that’s for sure. Is that too harsh? Maybe.
“She can’t just hold you hostage in a relationship,” I protest.
“It feels like she can, that is, if I don’t want to live with her death on my conscience.”
“That’s bullshit!” I shout, blowing out a heavy breath. “If she is truly suicidal, she needs a therapist. She needs help. You staying with her isn’t going to make her better, it’s only going to pacify and encourage this level of manipulation.”
Maggie shakes her head. “I just don’t know what to do. I’m going to push her to get help, but for now I feel…”
“Trapped,” I say.
She nods, exhaustion taking over her face. Then her eyes come to mine before closing the distance between us. Her hand lifts up to cup my face as she frowns.
“I’m sorry I missed our date, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”
I give her a sad smile as I nod, leaning into her touch.
“I know you will.”
My eyes move to my bed with the takeout boxes still sprawled out.
“Feel like Chinese?”
Maggie smiles softly and nods as I pull her down to the bed, curling up with her as we eat, laugh, and try to forget about the crazy bitch that is Maryia Sewall.
* * *
I’m weaving my way through the hall, heading to my next lecture, when I pause. Just around the corner, out of sight from any typical bystanders, is a couple kissing. Not just any couple, though. It’s Maggie and Maryia. What the fuck.
Maggie pushes away harshly, whispering aggravatedly to Maryia, and the bitch in me just can’t help but come out.
“Looks like you two are cozy,” I sneer.
“Oh, we are,” Maryia claps back with a nasty smile.
I roll my eyes at her, my judgmental gaze landing on Maggie who looks fucking miserable. Scoffing, I shake my head as I storm off. I feel anger brewing inside me as I push into the bathroom, bracing my hands against the sink as I breathe through the violent tempest of my emotions. What the actual fuck.
The door opens seconds later, and Maggie steps inside, her thick red hair flipped over to one side in a way that is effortlessly sexy. I’m fucking pissed with her right now, though.
“Not now, Maggie,” I say through clenched teeth.
Her hand reaches for the door, flicking the lock in place before closing the distance between us. Her arms loop around my waist as she speaks.
“I pushed her away. I don’t want her, you have to believe me, B.”
“You seemed to be taking your sweet fucking time pushing her away. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t like it at least a little,” I grit out, turning to look at her.
She frowns. “I can honestly say that I didn’t like it. I don’t want any lips but these.”
Maggie’s thumb drags over my lower lip, sending a flutter running through me.
“I don’t like this,” I grumble.
“Trust me, me either. I just…I don’t know what to do.”
I shake my head as her fingers slip beneath my chin, forcing me to look at her.
“Please don’t be mad at me, baby B. I don’t want anyone but you.”
Frowning, I give her a tight nod. Maggie gives me a grateful, tight-lipped smile before leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
“What about your girlfriend? Isn’t she waiting for you?” I can’t help but taunt her.
She pulls back to look at me, lifting an eyebrow as she shakes her head.
“Girlfriend? Why would I give a fuck when I’m kissing my future wife.”
Shock ripples through me as she presses her lips against mine once more, her tongue wrapping around mine as a moan escapes me. I nip at her lip, pulling on it and releasing it before she does the same. The kiss turns into a battle for dominance, both fighting for the upper hand, when Maggie pulls away, resting her forehead against mine.
“Come to my room tonight, please.”
As if there was even a slight possibility I could say no to her.
I give her a nod and she presses a quick kiss to my lips.
“Thank you. To be continued,” she says with a lift of her eyebrows and a smirk before moving to the door, unlocking it and slipping back out into the hallway.
* * *
I knock on Maggie’s door a little after ten. She said it was hard getting away from Maryia and how she was begging her to spend the night. Like that was gonna fucking happen. I got the text a few minutes ago that I was good to come down, and now here I am, looking over my shoulder, as I eagerly wait for Maggie to let me in.
Despite Maryia’s dorm being on the other side of campus, you can never be too sure when you’re dealing with a psycho like her. The whole sneaking around thing is not something I’m used to by any means. I never had a reason to. Even though Maggie is basically only with Maryia out of manipulation, it doesn’t take away from the fact that she is still technically dating her. While she is fucking me.
I don’t care if it’s wrong to think, it’s kinda hot.
The door opens and Maggie grabs my arm, yanking me inside. Her lips crush against mine in an instant before she begins peppering my neck with frenzied kisses. I can’t help but giggle, butterflies taking flight inside me as her mouth moves down further and further.
My eyes lazily look around the room to notice dozens of candles lit. With Maggie, there’s always some kind of candle curing, molding, or melting going on. It’s her thing, and she’s honestly so talented. I rarely see her actually burn them, though.
“Wow,” I say.
Maggie pulls away, looking around the room before coming back to me.
“I told you I’d make it up to you.”
“There better be some caviar and champagne in here somewhere as well, because I’m still pissed at you,” I say with a raised brow.
“You’re not pissed at me, you’re pissed at the situation, as am I.”
I frown at that. She has a point, and I don’t like it. It’s easier for me to just be upset with her.
“I just want you.”
A soft smile spreads across her face.
“I want you, too. Be a good girl and go lay down for me.”
A part of me wants to refuse. I want to hold on to this grudge a little longer, but when Maggie sneaks her hand beneath my skirt, grinding the heel of her hand against my clit, I’m a goner.
“Now,” she emphasizes, sending a thrill running through me like lightning.
I love when she gets all bossy and demanding.
Laying down on her bed, Maggie prowls over to me, her eyes raking over my body before she pulls off my heels, tossing them to the side. Then her hands move to my shirt, easily pulling it up and over my head, my nipples hardening at the shift in the air, because if I didn’t wear panties, why the fuck would I wear a bra? There is no mistake, I came here to get fucked by the woman I’m in love with, and based on the look in her eye, she seems more than ready to deliver.
Maggie leans over, sucking my nipple into her mouth as her tongue swirls around it, releasing me with a wet pop that has my pussy clenching. She smirks at me as her fingers trail down my bare stomach before stopping at my skirt. Slipping it down my legs, she tosses the material to the side before looking down at me.
“Better, much better.”
Her eyes are drenched in heat, her face full of want. I’m practically shaking with need for her, and all I want is to feel her. In me, on me. However, I can have her. She seems to have other plans, though.
Moving to the side of the room, she grabs a red pillar candle from the dresser and a lighter. I tilt my head curiously as she watches for my reaction, tipping the candle to show me the top. The wick is going through the hollow part of the letter B. It doesn’t look the same, but it reminds me of the first candle she made for me. The one she smashed to pieces when I broke us. God. I wish I could take that night back more than anything. There is so much lost time between us, so many hurt feelings.
I suppose none of it matters. In the end, I have her and she has me.
“It’s beautiful,” I say.
Maggie shrugs. “It’s actually one of the most basic designs I’ve ever done, but I appreciate you lying. Thankfully, this candle isn’t made for looks.”
“No?” I question.
She shakes her head, lighting the wick and watching as the B slowly melts into a small pool of wax.
“It’s for play.”
I’m confused for a moment, but understanding catches up real quick when Maggie tips the candle, dripping a small trail of wax against my stomach.
“Ow! Fuck! What the hell, Maggie?”
“Stay still,” she commands, swirling the candle to let more wax melt before she does another drip, this time running in between my breasts.
I grit my teeth at the sharp burn before it fades into a feeling entirely its own.
“Good girl. Deep breaths. Just relax,” Maggie says before slipping her fingers inside me.
I gasp at the intrusion before she shushes me once more.
“Shh, quiet, baby B. Be a good girl for mommy.”
My pussy pulses around Maggie’s fingers and she smirks before curling them up, rubbing against my g-spot.
“Fuck!” I grind out, bucking my hips into her.
I need more than what she’s giving me currently. She’s just teasing me, toying with me and I’m getting fucking impatient.
Languidly, Maggie pumps her fingers in and out of me, smiling maniacally as I squirm.
Another burn hits my skin, searing my hip as I groan. My pain blends to pleasure in an instant, and somehow, I’m desperate for the next drip.
“Ooops, sorry.” Maggie smirks.
“No, you’re not,” I whine, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.
“No, I’m not,” she says, swirling the candle for a few seconds before pouring the most she has yet.
“Ahh,” I cry out before that cry turns into a moan.
“There’s my girl. Look how well you play with me. I know you like a little pain with your pleasure, and I figured this was a good start to show you how much fun we can have together.”
“Do you do this with all the girls you sleep with?” I ask breathlessly.
Her eyes darken as she hovers the candle over my thighs, pausing as she looks at me.
“Never. Only you.”
Satisfaction thrums through me at that before she tips the candle completely upside down, still finger fucking me as I cry out.
“Fuuuuck! Maggie!” I moan.
“That’s it. Deep breaths, baby. You can take it,” she says before her cool breath blows on the wax, hardening it in seconds.
I’m practically a shaking, weeping mess, my orgasm so close, yet so out of reach. Fuck, I just want to come. I want to come so fucking bad.
“What’s the matter?” she taunts, pulling her fingers out and back in, out and back in again.
“You fucking know,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Y-you’re purposefully keeping me on the e-edge.”
“Am I?” she grins.
“Yes!” I snarl. “Now fucking make me come!”
Maggie tsks and shakes her head as she keeps up the same, slow as molasses, pace.
“That’s not a very nice way to ask for an orgasm.”
“Please,” I snap.
She shakes her head, and I huff out a breath.
“Please, Maggie. Let me come,” I say a little softer, but not soft enough apparently.
“Beg,” Maggie says.
“What?”
“Beg for me to let you come. Beg for mommy.”
I don’t beg. Ever. But fuck me, if I don’t come immediately, I’m going to fucking die. So, I do. I tell her anything and everything she could want to hear and hope to god it’s enough.
“Please, Maggie. Please mommy. Please let me come. I need it so bad. Please, please, please,” I whimper, grinding myself against her like I can pry my orgasm from her hands.
She grins, curling her fingers against my g-spot as her thumb comes to my clit, rubbing gentle circles around it that quickly become my undoing. The stimulation from the heat of the wax and the hardening of it, the pain and pleasure, the teasing. It’s all too much. My vision shifts, spots dancing across my eyes, and it feels like my soul leaves my body for a moment as I shatter.
“Oh god! Oh shit! Shit! Fuck! Mommy!” I moan.
I feel that familiar sensation as a gush leaves me, soaking the bed and Maggie’s hand as she continues finger fucking me through it. The feeling is euphoric and I bask in it. Fuck. It’s been so long since I’ve squirted. I was embarrassed about it the first few times, but Maggie taught me to embrace it, to enjoy it, and I know she is about to lick me clean, so who really cares?
“Fuck,” Maggie moans, pulling her fingers out of me before sucking on them.
I quickly pull at her shorts, undoing the buttons quickly, and shove them to the floor along with her panties. She works on her shirt and her bra, together getting her naked in less than five seconds, before she’s climbing onto the bed.
“Come sit on my face, Maggie. Clean me up while I make you come.”
“Fucking deal,” she laughs, her tongue swirling around my clit, forcing a surprised gasp to rip through me.
“Fuck! Wasn’t expecting that,” I murmur before she rests her pussy against me.
I run my tongue through her as she does the same, quickly mimicking each other’s movements. As if we were communicating like this, showing each other exactly what we need, what we crave. Sometimes I miss the ease of getting fucked by a dick, but goddamn, I wouldn’t give up getting my pussy eaten while I’m eating pussy for anything. It’s quickly become one of my favorite things, and the fact that it’s a sweet cunt like Maggie’s, fuck, I can’t get enough of her.
Her soft lips rub against my face, seeking friction, that I’m all too happy to provide. I push a finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out of her as she grinds her body against me.
“Fuck, baby B. You taste so fucking good. I love when you squirt for me,” she mumbles against my sensitive flesh.
“I want to make you squirt for me,” I moan, breathlessly panting as I pull away.
She turns to look at me over her shoulder, her red hair wild and going in every direction as her green eyes spark to life.
“Make me.”
Smirking, I slip another finger inside her, enjoying the look her face makes as I do.
“Oh my god!” she moans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before she goes back to eating me, this time with a new sense of urgency. Like she can’t get enough, like she’ll never get enough. I know the feeling.
Licking through her, I suck and savor every inch of her soaked pussy, finger fucking her with the right speed and rhythm that I know drives her absolutely wild. I feel her begin to tremble, her pussy spasming around my fingers as I rub at her g-spot, practically pulling the cum out of her.
“Oh fuck! Oh god. Shit!” Maggie shouts.
Her orgasm slams into her and I practically drown in her cum. Licking and sucking her as fast as I can, I lap up every bit. I feel her mouth pull away from me, her hand rubbing my clit vigorously before giving it a sharp slap. My back bows off the bed as I moan before she does it again and again until I’m coming for the second time.
We lay there, covered in each other’s release, satiated, dazed, and happy. Eventually, we get up and move to the shower, where we experiment with the suction cup part of a dildo, and I gotta say…I kinda love it.