Maddox
The tension was delicious.
The thought of Stella infiltrated every moment of my workday. While patients spoke, their voices blurred into background noise. I nodded where necessary, asked the right questions, but my mind kept drifting back to the same place.
Back to her.
In the end, I left early to prepare everything for the only appointment that mattered.
Her parents wouldn’t be a problem. Not with Stella firmly by my side.
My sweet Stella would never be neglected again.
The doorbell rang just before seven.
I drew in a slow breath before opening the door.
Her head tilted up as the door swung wide, her hair tumbling back from her shoulders. Our eyes met instantly. I watched the familiar shift in her expression as she instinctively used the breathing technique I had taught her.
Her lips parted.
A shallow inhale.
Another.
I stepped aside with a silent gesture.
She walked past me, and we both pretended not to notice the tension stretching between us like a wire pulled too tight.
I took her jacket.
It was longer than anything I’d seen her wear before, but as it slid down her arms, I understood why.
Gone were the flat shoes and shapeless clothes.
She wore heels—three, maybe four inches. Net stockings hugged her legs, begging to be torn, and the short dress above them looked like it deserved a firm hand and a sharp reprimand.
The rest of the outfit was deceptively modest. Long sleeves. A conservative neckline.
A careful balance.
“How did you manage to get out of the house looking like this?” I murmured, reluctantly stepping away to hang her jacket.
“I left early,” she said softly, dipping her chin.
“Upstairs today. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
I nodded toward the staircase.
I nearly groaned watching her ascend. Her heels tapped rhythmically against the wood, each step making her hips sway just enough to keep my eyes fixed on the round curve of her backside.
I followed her up the stairs, though my gaze never left her.
At the top floor, I stepped ahead and reached for the door.
“I think you’ll find this room more interesting than my office,” I murmured as I opened it.
She moved closer immediately, curiosity overriding caution as she peered inside.
Her eyes widened.
They darted across the room, trying to absorb everything at once. When she finally stepped inside, her gaze drifted upward, taking in the ornate ceiling.
Dark mahogany walls framed the space, the deep wood contrasting sharply with the rich red furniture. Gold detailing curled through the ceiling design, catching the light and glinting like something sacred against the surrounding shadows.
It shone like a beacon.
Her fingers trailed along the polished wood of the couch before drifting lower, brushing the red velvet upholstery.
“Wow,” she breathed, already moving deeper into the room.
I closed the door behind us.
Her attention shifted to the thick chain hanging from the ceiling. She reached up, wrapping her fingers around the cool metal.
“This is—”
She stopped mid-sentence.
“Oh,” she gasped softly, dropping the chain.
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as she approached the mechanical gliding machine. The device moved with smooth, deliberate precision, the attached dildo thrusting upward with each motion.
One could literally fuck themselves on it.
She placed her hand on the seat and pushed it gently, watching the mechanism move.
The dick appeared.
Then disappeared.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “It’s like twenty-three years’ worth of Christmases and birthdays combined.”
“I don’t think you’ll enjoy everything we do here, Stella,” I said calmly. “Some of our exercises will be about control.”
She turned to look at me over her shoulder, her lips forming a pout of obvious disappointment.
Then the meaning of my words sank in.
Her expression fell.
It wouldn’t be tonight.
Tonight was about giving Stella what she needed.
She had waited a year and seven months. Long enough for frustration to turn sharp, for curiosity to turn reckless.
It was best to show her my good side first.
The darker parts of me could remain where they belonged for now—lurking quietly in the deepest corners of my mind, patient and waiting.
I leaned back slightly, watching as she drifted from one toy to the next, her curiosity pulling her around the room like a magnet. She paused at each one, studying it with fascination before moving on again.
Until she finally reached the bed.
Her fingers brushed across the sheets as though testing the texture, her eyes bright with a mixture of wonder and disbelief.
A faint smile tugged at my mouth.
There wouldn’t be much sleep for either of us tonight.