Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Perfect Little Angel
Static
The sight of Madison taking my piss like a perfect boy instantly makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life, and it makes me want so many more things with him, but I know we don’t have all night.
We can’t.
And some part of me fears this is the last night I’ll have him—because we made a deal.
I tell him my truths, and I get Mayhem again.
We haven’t talked about it, but I know this is the end of the line.
Madison won’t want anything to do with me after this.
How could he?
I’m completely and utterly fucked up, and he sees all of me now.
He’s handling me better than I ever could’ve imagined—even better than the first time—but I know this is a one-off.
How could anyone as perfect as him, as undamaged as him, ever want someone like me?
And don’t get me wrong. I know Madison isn’t perfect. I know he has his demons and a past, like the shit with his fuckin’ parents and everythin’ they put him through. But he’s… he’s pure in a way I never could be. In a way I don’t deserve to experience.
And that’s okay, I think.
As long as I have this, right now, I’ll be okay.
“Static…” he breathes out, and I inhale deeply. He smells of me, and nothing has ever turned me on more.
“Darlin’,” I purr. “You look absolutely delightful.” And he does. His hair is soaked and disheveled, face bright red and glistening, eyes glassy and dazed.
Each distorted image brought forth makes my breathing a little harder.
“W-what…”
“I want to do so many things with you…” I tell him honestly as I tuck myself back in my briefs and stand from the bedframe. My heavy boots clunk on the wooden floor. “But what do you want?”
Madison’s eyes drop downward, and I follow his gaze—to my boots. He licks his lips as he stares at them, and I raise a brow.
“You like my boots, darlin’?”
“Mhm,” he whines, and I let my head fall back with a groan. Fuck, he’s too good.
I roll my head to the side, keeping my head cocked as I stare at Madison’s limp form. “What do you want to do with them?”
“I-I don’t… I don’t kn-know…” he stutters, and it’s so cute. He’s still so pure and innocent, even after swallowing my piss.
What a prize.
I lift a brow as I rake my gaze over his body. I don’t want to let him free, but if I did… I wonder if he’d run again or if his mind is too far gone.
“I’m gonna untie you now,” I tell him as I reach for my axe and swing it down near his right arm.
He screams at the impact of the blade against the wood, and then, the rope is severed.
He doesn’t move his arm for several seconds until I nudge him, then he jerks his arm to his chest and rubs where the rope is still attached at the wrist.
“Stay still,” I warn him as I move down the bed and sever the ties to each ankle and his left arm. When he’s finally free of his constraints, he slowly sits up, naked body glistening and dripping, and when I lick my lips, his flush spreads down his chest.
“You’re free now, mouse.”
“I—yes,” he finally manages to say.
“What are you gonna do about it? You gonna run from me?”
I watch his throat roll with a distorted swallow. “I don’t want to run anymore,” he confesses softly, and I nearly swallow my tongue.
Does that mean…
“What do you want then?” My heart is beatin’ frantically in my chest, the precipice of what comes next teetering on the edge.
He licks his lips, and his eyes drop down. I follow his gaze and smirk.
“What, treat?” And when he does nothing but swallow, I change tactics. “Come kiss my boots.”
“W-what?” he balks, head jerking up with surprise.
“You heard me. Come. Kiss. My. Boots.” I accentuate each word as I point down at my feet, at the boots he keeps lookin’ at.
They go half-way up my shin, laced tight with buckles secured down from top to bottom over the laces.
And I want to see Madison’s mouth all fuckin’ over ‘em.
He shudders at the demand, but he slowly pulls himself up and crawls across the bedframe to where I have my foot up against the wood, so he doesn’t have to get down onto the dirty floor—not that the bed is much better, but…
“What—” He clears his throat, and when he looks up at me through his lashes, I lose it. “What do I do?”
I reach into his wet hair and yank his head back, exposing his throat to my teeth as I lean down and sink them into his flesh. Madison lets out a yelp as I devour the skin of his throat, licking and tasting every inch of him that I can reach.
My collar gets in my way, and I’m most tempted to rip it off of him, but I barely manage to retrain myself with the memory of him touching it so reverently.
I settle for wrapping my fingers around until I can feel his pulse-point, and then, I pull back with a low growl and a final nip to his swollen bottom lip.
“I want you to do as I said.”
He hesitates, but then, he slowly pulls away from my grip, eyes never straying from mine as he leans down before me and slowly puckers those fat lips to press them against the toe of my leather boot.
My jaw falls slack a bit. “Oh, fuck.”
That seems to encourage Madison because he moves further up the leather, trailing a path of soft, featherlight kisses up the laces that travel my shin until he reaches the tie, and then, he stops and stares at me like he’s waiting for more direction.
But fuck.
I just want him to let go.
I reach down and card my fingers through his hair. “Just do what feels right, darlin’. There are no rules.”
“No rules?” he asks, brows twisting together in confusion.
“No rules,” I parrot as I play with his wet hair, relishing in the fact that it’s wet with me.
And that seems to confound him more than ever, but I just give him time.
He slowly wraps his arms around my legs and crawls a bit closer before lowering his head down to press a soft kiss against my bare knee cap.
I shiver at the soft, innocent touch, and then… then, I nearly black out because Madison crouches down and runs the flat of his tongue along the side of my boot and back up again—while never taking his eyes off mine.
My jaw falls open at the sight of the black of the leather glistening from his saliva.
The flashing of the lights makes every second glitch in the background, and I’m panting just from watching him.
“Madison,” I groan as I tug on his hair. He pulls his head back slightly, tongue still sticking out, and I about come in my fuckin’ pants. “Fuck, never mind. Don’t do that.”
“Why?” he asks innocently, and I huff a dry laugh.
“Darlin’, you really are somethin’ else, aren’t ya?” I tuck a strand of hair behind his ear and trace the shell before cupping his jaw and tilting his head back. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
He swallows. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he confesses, and I smile.
“That’s what makes you so perfect. You just know.”
His brows furrow. “I do?”
“You do,” I confirm. “Keep going. Because if you keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m going to do unspeakable things to you.”
Madison’s mouth pops open slightly, and I notice the rise and fall of his chest. “W-what th-th-things?”
I narrow my eyes. “Don’t tempt me, little mouse. You’re not ready for that.”
And that, for some reason, seems to piss him off. Madison drops low and… oh, fuck. He’s not…
He is…
I stare with rapture as Madison tongues my boot, soaking it in his spit, laces, buckles and all, up and down, over and over, until the leather is glistening in the flashing of the lights.
I’m nothin’ but a panting mess as he moves on to the other boot, his eyes either trained up on me or focused on his task at hand.
I’ve never been so hard in my fuckin’ life. My cock is burnin’.
“Madison,” I groan as I reach down to cup myself through my briefs. “You might wanna slow down—”
“No,” he hisses as he continues his assault over my boots, and fuck me. I never thought boot worship could turn me on like this.
But here we are.
My little mouse is on his knees before me, utterly worshiping me, and I want nothing more than to do the same to him.
“Madison…”
“Shut up, Static,” he hisses, and I groan loudly, head tossed back in pleasure at his little feisty bite.
I love it when Madison strikes back, gives me that little edge of danger I know he’s got in there somewhere.
It’s fuckin’ hot.
And I wanna devour him.
His tongue slides up from my boots to my shin, and I jolt at the sensation of his hot, wet tongue on my bare flesh.
“What—”
“Shh,” he hums, and fuck me, if this isn’t a power switch.
I’m not mad at it; I just didn’t expect it.
I crack open an eyelid to watch my treat kiss his way up my legs, alternating between both as he works his way closer to my groin—and just as he reaches the edge of my briefs, I sense the trepidation there.
“You don’t have to—”
“What happened to Static?” he snaps, and I blink with surprise at his tone. “You sound like Cedrick right now. And I don’t want Cedrick. I want Static.”
I blink a few times, and then, I reach down and wrap my fingers around the nape of his neck, digging deep into the muscle. “You want Static, treat? You’ve got it.” And then, I yank his head forward into my groin until I know his nose is squished and all he can breathe is me.
“This what you want? I think the little brat in you just wants the control taken away. Is that it, darlin’?
You don’t wanna be in control anymore, do you?
” I purr softly as I grind his face into me, softly humping against him.
I pull him back and push my briefs down my legs to expose myself.
My cock springs free, and Madison gasps when it smacks him in the face.
“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” I tsk him. “This is exactly what you wanted, my little brat. Now, lick it.” I pull his head back and guide him toward the head of my cock, groaning when I feel the hot, wet slash of his tongue against my glans.
“That’s it, darlin’. Now, open wide.” And without waiting for him to get ready, I hook my thumb into the side of his mouth and stretch it wide before shoving myself inside him, into his hot, wet heat.