2. Courtney #2
Reluctantly, I back away from the spa-like rooms, and head out of the gym, closing the doors behind me.
As I make my way back down the corridor, there’s a door on the left-hand side that’s slightly ajar, and I can’t resist pushing it open and poking my head inside. It’s a large, comfortable-looking sitting room, and it’s probably one of the only rooms I’ve been in that looks used.
There’s a mug on the table beside the sofa, and an old newspaper on the coffee table in front of it.
The cushions on the sofa look wrinkled, like they’ve been moulded to the shape of someone’s body.
I also notice a book laying on the middle of the sofa, with a ratty bookmark sticking out of the top, and a pair of glasses laying on top of the cover.
A row of bookshelves line one wall, and I find myself edging closer, so I can see what books have made it into this private collection, instead of remaining in the main library.
Obviously, this is Maximus’ personal sitting room, where he spends a lot of his time, which means these are the books that he chooses to keep close to him.
I’ve often said that the books on a person’s shelf can tell you a lot about them, and I can’t wait to get a small insight into Maximus.
I don’t know why my need to learn more about him has grown over the past week, but it has.
He’s an enigma, wrapped up in beautiful packaging, and I just want to learn everything there is to know about him—which is probably why I’m stalking around a section of the house he specifically banned me from.
I could stay in this room for ages, perusing the bookshelves, whilst trying to learn as much as I can about Maximus, but I’ve been wandering through the house for much longer than I should have been, and I’m already at an increased risk of getting caught.
Besides, there’s another floor left to explore, so I head up there.
When I reach the final step, taking me onto the top floor, I hesitate. This is clearly the floor that houses Maximus’ bedroom, which means he’s asleep in one of the rooms nearby. All it will take is a creaky floorboard, and I could be discovered.
Despite knowing this, and the heightened nervousness that’s thrumming through my veins, my legs carry me forward, almost like they’re moving of their own accord.
Looking down the long corridor, I notice there’s significantly less doors, which means the rooms on this floor must be large. It’s the same in my wing. My bedroom is bigger than Miles’ entire flat. So it’s no surprise that Maximus’ rooms are even larger than mine.
Unlike when I was wandering through the previous floors, I don’t try the closed doors to see if they’re unlocked. Maximus won’t have locked himself in his own bedroom, and I don’t want to risk walking in on him.
I don’t have a death wish.
At the far end of the corridor, past what I assume is Maximus’ bedroom, there’s light shining through a semi-open door, and the closer I get, the more I can hear strange noises coming from in there.
My brain is screaming at me to turn back, that the risk of getting caught is now too high, and I need to make a run for it, but my legs keep moving forward.
The closer I get, the more the noises become clearer—sex noises. The grunts, moans, and slapping of naked flesh is unmistakeable, and it only adds to my earlier thoughts that I need to get the fuck out of here. But the enigma that is Maximus, combined with my curiosity, gets the better of me.
I pause just beside the slightly open door, my body trembling as it’s all too aware of the risks I seem to be quite happy to ignore. I lean around the doorframe, peering through the gap, only to gasp at what I see—Maximus in all his naked glory.
Despite being in his early fifties, the man is ripped in a way that would make younger men weep with jealousy. He’s got muscles in all the right places; bulging biceps, sculpted chest, defined abs that lead down to a prominent V… He’s like a perfectly designed sex god, and I can’t stop staring.
His dark hair has patches of grey that pairs with his well-trimmed beard, and also matches the splattering of hair that lightly covers his chest, before trailing down his lower stomach, between the curves of his hips.
He’s standing tall, looking every bit the powerful, dangerous man I know him to be. His dark gaze is currently fixed on the naked girl who is kneeling before him.
Although I can’t see much of her, as she has her back to me, I can tell that she’s very small and petite, making her seem even more vulnerable with his imposing figure looming over her.
Her hands are tied behind her back with rope, and her shoulder-length mousy-brown hair has been gathered into one of his fists. He’s using his hold on her hair to force her head into whatever position he wants, which is currently arching her back perfectly.
I can’t see anything specific, but the noises make it pretty obvious that he’s using his hold on her hair to fuck her face, his cock sliding down her throat each time he thrusts his hips. I can hear her gagging and spluttering around his length.
Her back is arched, exposing her lightly tanned skin, and I can’t help but be drawn to the red welt marks that are covering her arse, looking sore and tender.
Fuck, I really need to leave. I’ve seen way more than I should, I tell myself, knowing with a certainty that I need to walk away now.
This has become more than me just being somewhere off-limits. I’m invading Maximus’ privacy, by watching something that I definitely shouldn’t be seeing.
Just as I’m about to turn and leave, Maximus starts to speak, and I’m frozen to the spot, transfixed as I listen to him. His voice is deep and gravelly, and the dirty words that spill from his lips heats my body in a way I never expected.
“You’re such a nasty little whore. Look at you drooling all over my cock. Is it getting your slutty cunt wet, having my big dick choking your throat?”
I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing. Maximus is being so rude to her, degrading her in such an awful way, yet it sends a tingle down my spine.
The girl pulls away from him just enough to say, “I love it, Sir. Use me like the worthless whore I am.”
She’s barely finished speaking when he pushes himself back into her mouth, choking the last of the words from her lips, as he lets out a low groan that makes me core heat.
I can’t bring myself to move, or to tear my gaze away from Maximus. I watch as he uses the girl on her knees, his words getting more dirty and derogatory the closer he gets to his orgasm. I quickly realise I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been before.
I watch as he edges closer to his release, the lines of his face wrinkling as he scrunches his nose while grinding his teeth. The muscles in his abdomen become more pronounced, as do the hard lines of his thighs, making it clear he’s close.
“I’m going to come down your fucking throat, and you’re going to savour every drop of my cum for the gift it is, knowing it’s more than a worthless whore like you deserves,” he grunts, slamming his hips against her even harder as his orgasm hits.
My knickers are soaked, and my heart is pounding hard as I struggle to catch my breath, completely lost to the lust that’s clouding my vision. It’s only after I’ve blinked a couple of times that I realise Maximus is looking straight at me while he’s coming into another woman’s mouth.
“Good girl,” he says, his gaze fixed on me, causing goosebumps to erupt over my flesh.
I can’t seem to tear myself away from staring back at him, even when the girl on her knees speaks. “Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir. I’ve been such a good girl for you. Please, can I have your cock in my dirty pussy? I really need to come.”
He shakes his head as he glances down at her. “No, you haven’t earned a reward yet.” Maximus then lifts his emerald gaze back to me again, and although he’s speaking to her, he aims every word at me. “Bad girls who break the rules get punished, and you’ve been a very bad girl.”
My mouth falls open in shock and my breathing stutters, my heart racing as my eyes widen on hearing the dangerous threat that’s very clearly aimed at me. I’m frozen, wondering what the hell I’m going to do to get myself out of this mess, when the girl on her knees distracts me.
“No, please, Sir. It’s been five days since you last allowed me to come, and you’ve edged me badly every day since then.
I am so sore and aching, and my pussy feels like it’s painfully throbbing all the time, desperate for release,” she begs, her words becoming more breathy and frantic as her begging gets louder.
Maximus reaches down and, with his hands underneath her shoulders, he pulls her to her feet, snarling, “I own you. I decide if you come, and when. You are lucky I allow you the privilege of being one of my whores. I can replace you in an instant. There’s more than a few girls who are eager to take your place, and won’t give me the hassle you do.
So, either do as you’re told, or leave and don’t come back. It’s your choice.”
During the sex session, his harsh, dirty words felt almost like he was playing a role, saying what they both wanted to hear to make the moment more sexy and erotic, but this feels different.
There’s a harshness to Maximus’ tone that suggests he means every word, and it makes me think that he doesn’t care about the woman at all. She’s just another whore to him.
At the mention of him having other whores, not to mention women queuing up to be with him, it’s like a bucket of cold water has been dumped over my head, and I finally snap out of the daze I’ve been in since I saw his naked body.
I snap into action and run, following the path back to my own wing, all while hoping he’s not following me. I don’t stop until I’m safely back in my own bedroom, the door slammed closed behind me.
I’m struggling to catch my breath, both from running quickly and the sheer shock of what I just witnessed. My heart is racing, my pussy is dripping, and my head is spinning from trying to process everything I just saw and heard.
I may be a virgin, but I know that was as far from vanilla sex as you can get. Which is probably why I’m so confused by my reaction to the way he degraded and used her.
I should have found it disgusting—to have a man exert so much power and authority over her, whilst calling her some truly awful names—but I didn’t. I was intrigued, and more than a little turned on.
At no point did the girl on her knees seem bothered by anything Maximus did or said to her. If anything, she seemed to want more of it, and got just as excited by his treatment of her as I did.
I wondered what it would be like to swap places with her, to have him take what he wants from me without asking, to control my every move, even down to when I can breathe. I wanted to know what it would be like to hand over all control to him, leaving me at his mercy.
It’s not something I ever thought I’d be interested in, but Maximus intrigues me, and I think it’s more the thought of trying it with him that appeals to me.
The only part I can’t get on board with or understand—the part that sent me running—is him having other women. How is she okay with him being with other women? Does it not bother her to know that the things he does with her, he also does with other girls?
I’ve never thought of myself as a jealous or possessive person, but as I was running through the Mansion, hoping like hell he wasn’t following me, my only thought was that I wouldn’t want to share him, if he were mine.
My brain is clearly scrambled from being so sleep-deprived, as there were several other pretty big red flags during their encounter that should have put me off—her rope tied hands, the sore welts covering her bare flesh, the dangerous glint in his eyes as he threatened to punish me—yet I seem to have glossed over those.
Choosing to focus on Maximus’ naked body and dirty mouth instead.
As I climb into bed, my body feeling overheated despite only wearing thin sleep-shorts and a vest top, I picture myself in the other woman’s place. On my knees in front of Maximus, watching him stare down at me with his lust-filled eyes.
I groan as my hand snakes beneath the waistband of my shorts, my finger sliding between my slick folds. I gasp when I feel how wet I am, all from watching and listening to him.
A moment of frustration flicks into my mind, that I never got to see his cock because her head was always in the way. As I rub my hard nub, I settle for using my imagination to conjure that part of him. I consider sliding my fingers into my wet pussy, but hold back as I’ve never done it before.
I can hear him saying every naughty, filthy word, only this time they’re aimed at me. It’s my blonde hair that he’s got wrapped around his fist, so he can pull my head wherever he wants it. It’s me he’s staring down at, as he slides his cock deep into my throat.
I frantically rub my clit, before drawing lazy circles around the swollen nub, my body arching to seek out more of the pleasure I’m giving myself. It doesn’t take long before I feel my orgasm edging closer, my stomach tightening as my pussy flutters in anticipation.
My whole body tightens, my muscles coiling just before my release hits, a shudder rippling through my body as I let out a loud moan. I come imagining his eyes on me as he spurts into my mouth, before calling me his good girl.
As I desperately try to catch my breath, I struggle to fight the sleep any longer. My eyes flutter closed as I picture the dark expression that was on his face when he called me a bad girl .
My body tingles with anticipation over what might happen tomorrow. I broke his rules, and I’m going to have to face the consequences. I just hope the punishment leans more towards the fun and sexy side, as opposed to him calling my brother and kicking me out.