Stella
I was so absorbed in inspecting the giant bed that I didn’t hear him move behind me. It wasn’t until his hands settled on my arms that I realised how close he was, and instinctively leaned back into him. His palms slid slowly down my arms until they rested against my stomach.
I had done it.
On purpose.
I loved it.
And yet part of me still wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
His fingers hooked beneath the hem of my dress and dragged the fabric slowly up my thighs.
“I licked off every last drop of you.”
A low groan slipped from my lips when his finger slid beneath my underwear. As it traced along my opening, I felt my slick arousal coat his skin.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yeah?” he hummed softly.
His finger pressed deeper, but stopped just short of entering me. Instead, he dragged it upward until it brushed my clit. I grabbed his hand instinctively, trying to move against him.
With a quiet chuckle, he pulled away.
I heard his lips smack, and when I turned, he was licking my arousal from his finger.
“Mm. You taste good on leather and flesh,” he said with a devilish grin.
I didn’t get a chance to answer. He caught the back of my dress at the nape and tugged the zipper down in one smooth motion. Cool air brushed across my back as he eased the fabric apart and slid it down my arms.
“Go sit on my couch and take those panties off,” he said, punctuating the command with a sharp slap against my bare ass.
The sting made me clench, and the slow warmth that followed made me leak even more.
I stepped out of the dress and crossed the room, flicking my hair back over my shoulder. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was watching.
I would finally know what it felt like to be with a real man.
Maddox was forty-two. Experienced.
Dominant.
And he wanted control.
The way he had pulled away from me moments ago made that very clear.
I stopped in front of the couch. It looked old but sturdy, the dark wood carved with intricate detail that spoke of craftsmanship rather than cheap indulgence.
Who would have guessed he was a kinky old bastard with a sex dungeon?
I slid my thong down over my hips and fishnet stockings, letting it drop to the floor.
“Good girl. Now sit,” Maddox said.
I smiled as I turned.
“Yes, Doctor,” I murmured, lowering myself onto the soft velvet cushion.
But I didn’t stop there.
I spread my legs, letting him see everything.
His eyes darkened, turning heavy and hooded as he moved toward me like something had taken hold of him. When he reached me, he dropped to his knees without hesitation.
With a low growl, he grabbed my legs and pulled them over his shoulders.
One of my heels flew off as he did it, and nervous laughter bubbled out of me—until his mouth closed over me.
It was wet, messy, and ferocious. The way he tried to swallow my entire pussy had to be some kind of record. I felt his teeth graze me before his tongue swept over me again, licking and sucking with relentless focus.
Low grunts rumbled from deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through me as his tongue pushed into my pussy, swirling and licking until I clenched around it. It was too slick to hold, slipping free no matter how hard I tried.
My hands tangled in his hair as I ground myself against his face, my heels digging into his back.
The friction of his stubble and the clever rhythm of his tongue tightened the coil inside me until my breathing turned ragged. I began to pant. My other shoe tumbled off somewhere behind me as I tried to climb his face, my hips jerking of their own accord.
With my fingers still buried in his hair, I thrust upward just as he grabbed my ass.
He groaned.
The sound was rough and hungry as he drove his tongue deeper, his nose pressing firmly against my clit.
It ignited me like gasoline thrown onto dry kindling.
My toes curled tight, and a gasp tore from my throat as pleasure burst through me in a wave I couldn’t control. My whole body trembled as it crested and began to break apart, but he didn’t stop.
He kept licking me, slow and deliberate now, his tongue circling lazily through the small patch of hair above my pussy.
“Thank you,” I sighed.
His grip loosened slightly and his eyes flicked up to meet mine.
“That’s only one item checked off your journal,” he said before lowering his head again.
I stared up at the gold-and-cream ceiling, wondering what could possibly come next, because I was far from finished.
My eyelids fluttered when his tongue slipped inside me again. This time it wasn’t frantic or overwhelming. The movements were softer, almost teasing. His tongue swirled and lingered before flicking rapidly against my clit.
“Please, Maddox,” I moaned.
“Oh, but we need to open you up again, Stella,” he murmured against my heated skin. “It might take all night.”
The thought of my parents flickered briefly through my mind, but before panic could take hold, his mouth moved down my inner thigh, leaving a slow trail of kisses along both sides.
He returned to my pussy and pressed another lingering kiss there.
Any thought of my parents disappeared completely.
He rose to his feet then, and my eyes dropped immediately to the large bulge beneath his trousers. I placed my hand in his when he offered it, our palms fitting together as he pulled me gently from the couch.
He moved behind me.
A moment later, I felt his fingers at my back as he reached for the clasp and unfastened my bra.
I glanced around the room. So many new things to try out. I felt as if my mind might explode from the possibilities.
“You wanted to be fucked like a little bitch, didn’t you?” he growled, cupping my breasts from behind.
He was skipping ahead in my list of fantasies, but I had also written how much that thought turned me on.
“Yes,” I whispered as his thumbs trailed slowly over my hardening nipples.
“Good girl. You get to come,” he said almost cheerfully. “Now get in position. Lie in the middle of the bed.”
The bed suddenly seemed tame compared to everything else in the room, with so many other things begging to be explored.
But I followed his instructions.
Something in the tone of his voice told me he could switch quickly if I decided to rebel.
And I wasn't about to miss out on anything.