18. Maddy
MADDY
Soon, we’re away from the noise and everyone at the party, right by his red Porsche in the street.
Kayden opens the door and sits me down on the passenger seat.
“Why did you do that?” I snap at him, once he’s behind the wheel.
He fixes his posture and starts the engine. We’re on the road in no time.
Kayden ignores me.
A frown is plastered on his face, but he doesn’t bother to look my way, suddenly focused on driving.
“Answer me, Kayden.”
“I saved you.”
My mouth parts. “What?”
“That asshole was about to take advantage of you.”
“He wasn’t.”
“He was, and I saved you. If you aren’t going to thank me, don’t say anything, Madelyn. Stop being a little brat. I’m taking you home.”
How dare he? Why does he think he can do anything he wants with me? I’m not his toy. I’m not his. Period.
“I’m not some damsel in distress asking for help. I didn’t need any saving,” I growl. “Who even asked you to intervene? Did you see me suffering or something?”
“You didn’t exactly look hyped either.”
“That’s because—” I pause. “Why am I even trying to explain myself to you? God, you’re impossible. You can go home if you want. Take me back to the party, first.”
I fold my arms and puff my chest. I’m not giving in to him.
He snorts. “What for? You think the jerk can perform after what I did to him?”
“That’s not—I was fine. Why did you have to come and make a mess?”
“You were fine?”
The car comes to a halt and Kayden kills the engine. I gaze through the window to find we’re stopped in the middle of nowhere, only trees and green surrounding us. We’re on the side of the road, and no other cars are around us.
“So you’re telling me if I run my fingers across your pussy now, I’ll find you wet?”
My cheeks flush with his dirty words.
“You claim you wanted it, that you were enjoying it, right?”
I hesitate. I want to say yes. To lie to him just to shut him up, but my words get stuck in my throat.
He leans forward, placing his palm over my knee, impatient. His fingers find their way between my legs.
“Spread your legs, Madelyn.”
“N-no. What are you doing?”
My heart hammers in my chest. My whole body shakes.
“I’m testing my theory.”
I press my legs together, trying to force them shut.
“Come on.” Kayden tries to separate my legs with one hand. “I know you’re not wearing any underwear.”
I want to resist. But Kayden’s face twists, a smirk appearing on his lips, and he takes his other hand and holds one of my knees in place.
Now, he succeeds, dipping his hand underneath my skirt and tracing two fingers across my clit, the touch making me shiver. I whimper at the sudden contact.
“Do you like it, Little Demon?” Kayden asks, an eyebrow raised. “Judging by your body, I’d say not quite yet.”
“What are you talking about?” I push his hand away and close my legs, staring ahead, unable to meet his eyes.
“You’re drier than The Sahara Desert,” he says. “That guy clearly wasn’t giving you what you want. What you need. He didn’t know how to take care of you.”
“And you do?”
“I know you don’t push your cock into a woman like you do into a fucking sex doll.”
I gnaw at my lip. He’s not wrong.
“You need to be ready to take him. But I’m glad you’re not. Your body deserves to be worshipped, Madelyn.”
I have no idea why I say it, but his words captivate me, make me act in a way that isn’t usual for me. Speaking out. “How?”
“I can show you how. Do you trust me?”
More than I do other guys.
But there’s no way I’ll stroke his ego and tell him.
My silence does its job.
He scoffs. “Fine. You don’t need to trust me. Let me paraphrase…Do you want to feel good?”
I can’t deny that I’d like that. “Yes.”
“Then get out.”
Kayden unlocks the car and gets out first, walking to my side and opening the door for me.
I walk out, unsure of what’s happening.
“Sit on the hood,” he instructs me.
I hesitate.
“Do it.”
I look around—the road is completely deserted. I cave, sitting on the cold metal.
“Now, relax and enjoy.”
Kayden falls to his knees in front of me and I hold my breath.
My shaking arms are planted to my side, trying to hide my nervousness.
Kayden picks at my skirt and cements my legs apart. He runs his fingers over my folds and spreads my lips, too.
I don’t know what’s happening or why. But I don’t stop him as a delicious tenderness warms me up. Every stroke of his fingers is new territory. He slides one across my slit, and a tender caress follows, as if he’s scared of hurting me with his actions.
I tense under his touch.
Another rub of his thumb circling my clit, and I draw my head back, a whimper escaping me.
“I said relax, Madelyn.” He doesn’t wait before leaning forward, and I make the mistake of looking down, watching him between my legs as his tongue sneaks out to stroke my pussy.
The first lick makes me arch my back toward him.
It’s wrong. So wrong that it feels so good.
A jolt of electricity is sent right through my back, and I keep buckling forward.
He grazes my folds with his tongue, going in back-and-forth motions, as his thumb stays on my clit, rubbing slow circles, making it hard for me to keep quiet.
“Be as loud as you want, Little Demon. Even if you scream, no one will be able to hear you.”
He whispers between sucking and licking, every graze making blood rush to my core. He devours my sex, the sensation so fulfilling and intense, I don’t ever want it to stop.
Pleasure builds inside me as my heart beats to every stroke of Kayden’s tongue.
“Hmmm.”
“Don’t be shy. Use your words.”
Kayden quickens his pace with his thumb, making my clit pulse.
A wave of warmth fills me up, and I drop my head back again, not wanting to stare at Kayden, shame filling up my lungs that I’m letting him do this, ruin me this way.
I’m a very sick woman.
“God.” I whimper as his tongue destroys my folds, going faster and deeper, as he explores my body.
One hand is held precisely against my thigh, forcing it open, the other never leaves my clit, making me stare at the night stars.
“Not God. You know my name. You can say it while I fuck you with my tongue.”
I gnaw at my bottom lip, not wanting to give up to him.
He puts pressure on my clit with his thumb, making it hurt in a way I don’t hate.
Maybe I like a little pain.
“Say it,” Kayden demands.
His tongue goes in back-and-forth motions again, tasting all of me, bringing a wonderful twirl of pleasure through me.
I hold back, moaning and breathing heavily through every delicious stroke.
But I won’t give it to him. I won’t.
He’s cruel, doing this to me.
My body tightens as he pushes two fingers inside me. I arch myself towards him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Kayden groans. “Let’s stretch you a little.” He holds my hips with his free hand, the other busy playing with my pussy. “Ride my fingers.”
I don’t want to do it, but the buildup inside me is too strong.
I need this release. I want to have him deeper, brush against me, and make this yearning pleasure spread throughout me. Let me go.
“Come on, you know you want it. Just push yourself up and down as if you were riding my cock, Little Demon.”
My eyes are half-closed, my pussy is stuffed with his fingers, a feeling of fullness and pressure, begging to be released.
I look away and start moving.
“That’s it.”
I go faster, pleasure spreading through my thighs, growing with every move I make.
Arousal oozes out of me, soaking Kayden’s hand as I keep riding it, sliding myself up and down his fingers.
With every move, my ass touches the cold metal of the car, bringing a certain rush to my veins.
His thumb strokes my clit at the same time, and that adds the extra pressure I needed to get me higher.
“Fuck, you feel good on my fingers.” Kayden’s words make no sense because I’m the one taking all the pleasure, and that makes my pussy clench even harder. “Look at you, dripping wet, soaking my hand with your juices. Keep going.”
“K-Kayden,” I moan.
When I steal a glance at him, a smirk coats his lips. He curls his fingers inside me.
“Yes, baby?”
Pleasure intensifies in my core with every new move. “I think I’m going to—”
“Wait,” he says, sliding his fingers out of me.
The sudden emptiness overwhelms me.
“I want you to come all over my mouth, baby,” he says. “Lean back.”
I follow his words, eager to feel full again.
He fixes his head between my legs and dips his mouth onto my pussy, taking control over everything, pushing his fingers back inside me, in and out, in swift motions.
My eyes almost roll to the back of my head as I roll my hips against him.
His fingers come out of my pussy once more, and disappointment floods me.
He licks them up before pulling me down, further toward him, so he can press his hand to my neck.
“Eyes on me, Madelyn,” he says. “I want you to look at me while I feast on your needy cunt and make you come.”
The necklace he’s making on my neck, slightly cutting off air to my lungs, brings a whole new level of excitement. Pumping adrenaline right through my veins.
His tongue parts my pussy lips, and he licks, giving me powerful strokes back-and-forth. His hand stays on my neck the whole time, and his eyes are too. I can’t break contact. My breath staggers as my body struggles not to curve against him, asking him for more, deeper.
“I—I’m coming.”
His gaze is still locked on mine as my powerful release approaches, sending wonderful jolts of electricity through me, and I ride the high.
My body falling weak under his touch, a trembling mess.
He keeps licking me, cleaning up my thighs. Every single stroke makes me squirm while I shake for him.
“Who would have thought my little sister was so greedy to have me make her come?”
He runs his tongue across his lips and gets up.
“K-Kayden, that was…” I’m out of breath, and I have no idea why I even attempt to talk while my body is still pulsating.
“Amazing?” He fixes his T-shirt and dusts off his jeans. “I know.”
He closes the distance between us, towering over me. I try to compose myself over the hood of the car, pushing down my dress and tugging his leather jacket further around my shoulders.
For a second, his lips are so close to mine that I forget to breathe as my heart batters in my chest.
I think he’s about to kiss me.
He reaches for my ear instead, a chill running down my spine.
“You own me, Little Demon,” he whispers.
No. Not own.
That’s wishful thinking on my part.
Owe.
I owe him.
He will never let me forget this.
“Let’s go home. Get in the car.”
And just like that, it’s over. My first orgasm.
A debt I never agreed to pay back.
Blackmailing, isn’t it called?
He’s blackmailing me for orgasms. I can’t pretend to be surprised.