Chapter Maddox
Maddox
Her lips were bright pink from sucking my cock, coated in spit just like her chin. Her eyelashes fluttered as her chest rose and fell, bursts of ragged breaths escaping her. She looked utterly at peace.
Never once had she complained about my parents. Not about the lack of privacy, not about being interrupted, not even about being pushed to wait longer than she was used to.
At night she’d clung to me as she slept, curling into my side as if the feel of me beside her was enough to quiet whatever thoughts lingered in her mind.
I bent down and captured her lips, cupping her cheeks as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting us.
It was wet and messy.
Exactly the way I liked it.
I loved that she coated my face with that mess, that she never held back with me.
One of her hands came to rest on my forearm as she kissed me back.
Hesitant at first.
Soft.
Then she moaned and slid her tongue around mine.
Tangling.
Twisting.
Claiming.
The creak of the glider gave her away.
My beautiful greedy girl.
I pulled back slowly and stared into her green eyes. The pupils were jet black, blown wide with pleasure.
She didn’t stop rocking.
I straightened my back and began working on the buttons of my shirt, my fingers moving slowly, deliberately. The soft rasp of fabric shifting filled the quiet space between us.
Her eyes dropped to my cock and she rocked a little faster. The urgency from earlier had softened, but the fire in those green eyes of hers never dimmed.
“Maddox,” she breathed my name.
My lips curled.
“Stella,” I countered.
“I need more,” she murmured.
“I know you do, Princess. I’m going to plug that pretty little asshole then fuck your pussy for you,” I said, tossing my shirt to the side.
Her eyes glazed over and she nodded slowly.
“In fact, I might stuff something down your throat,” I said, undoing the button at my waistband. “Fill every hole up.”
Her lips parted and her hands returned to the handles.
The creaking sound grew faster.
I chuckled, watching the way her body reacted to every word I said, every movement I made. The glider shifted beneath her, the rhythm picking up again as anticipation rolled through the room like heat.
My dirty girl.
She always did like a challenge.
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I circled the table slowly while she lay strapped in like a sacrifice. The dim lighting caught on the curves of her body, turning her pale skin into something almost sculptural. Her eyes followed me as far as they could before I slipped beyond her peripheral vision.
She was beyond stunning.
More like a work of art than a woman in that moment.
A cock gag stuffed in her mouth while the quiet hum of the anal plug vibrated faintly in the background. Her wrists were strapped down, but her legs were spread wide and held high by black leather restraints.
Completely exposed.
Completely mine.
“You know I chose most of these toys while we had our sessions, Stella,” I said when I stepped back into her view.
Her eyes widened immediately.
Recognition.
Curiosity.
A hint of disbelief.
“Everything I bought for you, I wondered how much you would enjoy it. You’ve surpassed my expectations,” I said with a quiet chuckle as I trailed my hand down her damp thigh. “Like a duck to water.”
Her skin was warm beneath my fingertips.
Soft.
Alive.
I traced my fingers slowly around her opening.
“Now here you are at my mercy. No pills. No condom. Ready to take me as nature intended,” I continued, dragging my thumb over her swollen clit until her muffled moan blended with the low mechanical buzz from the plug. “Plugged up and leaking all over me, begging to be fucked.”
Her hips bucked instinctively.
It was useless.
The thick strap across her waist kept her firmly pinned to the table, allowing only the smallest movement.
“You might be the one who’s strapped down,” I said, guiding the head of my cock along her slick heat, using her wetness to coat myself, “but I’m the one who’s locked in, Princess.”
Another moan.
More desperate this time.
I watched the blunt head move slowly up and down along her opening.
“I’m the one who’s obsessed with every part of you,” I murmured, pushing in just enough to tease her before holding still.
Her body tightened instantly.
“I’m the one who fell for you and didn’t even know when it happened,” I said quietly, glancing up at her face.
Her eyes softened.
For a moment the room felt different.
Quieter.
More fragile.
It was a fucked up confession. Not because of the content or the boundaries I’d crossed, but because she was incapacitated when I said it.
She blinked rapidly as tears began to shine in her eyes.
“I love you, Stella. Everything about you, my sweet filthy girl,” I sighed, the words leaving my chest like a weight I hadn’t realised I’d been carrying.
Her pussy tightened around the tip of my cock.
A silent answer.
A reminder of us.
I placed my hands over her ribs, feeling the rise and fall of her breath beneath my palms as I slowly dragged them higher along her body. The movement made her grunt softly, her wrists tugging instinctively against the straps holding them in place.
But I took my time.
I wanted her to feel every second of it.
My hands continued their slow path upward until they finally reached her breasts, the thin fabric of her top creating one more layer of teasing friction between us.
“And you. Wearing this, knowing what it would do to me,” I said, gripping her breasts.
I wasn’t gentle.
That wasn’t what my girl needed.
I squeezed harder until she tried to buck on the table, the restraints creaking faintly as she strained against them. Then my thumbs brushed across her nipples through the delicate material.
Her reaction was immediate.
The bruising grip eased just slightly before I began again, this time feeding her a little more of my cock.
She gurgled around the silicone cock as if she’d forgotten how to breathe. Her eyes grew wild and desperate, the look of someone caught between pleasure and overwhelm.
I pulled back.
She shook her head instantly, panic flashing across her face.
But I held her tits firmly and thrust forward again until we both groaned.
The vibration of the anal plug against my cock felt fucking amazing.
“This perfect pussy. Always hot and wet for me,” I groaned and thrust again, adding more power to the movement so I could sink deeper into her silky softness.
“Yeah,” I said as she moaned. “This is what you wanted. Every hole sealed up. Filled. Fucked.”
The metal frame holding her legs began to rattle from the force of my movements, the leather straps around her ankles creaking with each thrust.
I started with a steady rhythm.
Controlled.
Deliberate.
Using her breasts like handles as I began plunging in and out of her pussy. She was drenching my cock like never before, the slick heat around me tightening with every movement.
With a low growl I released her tits and grabbed the frame instead.
She was right.
I had three days’ worth of come saved up for her.
I started to jackhammer into her, giving her deep, hard strokes that made the entire apparatus shake. Her muffled cries joined the chaos, her eyes never leaving mine.
I was just as mesmerised watching her take everything I gave her.
“My. Dirty. Girl,” I grunted, punctuating each word with a heavy thrust into her incredibly tight little cunt.
“Mine,” I groaned as my balls slapped against her and the vibrating plug.
My muscles tightened as the pressure built deep inside me.
Her grunts became more erratic as her pussy began to clamp down around my cock.
I joined her.
Both of us sounding like wild animals as I pounded into her.
Then it hit.
Just as her orgasm crashed through her body, my cock jerked inside her. Between the vibration and the tight pulsing of her muscles, I spilled inside her in hot, relentless bursts.
Lashes of heat coating her insides.
Taking every last drop.
Claiming every part of me.
Giving me everything I needed.
My vision blurred as I gripped the metal bars, pumping every last drop of myself into her.
Stella.
The girl who was never broken.