Chapter Thirty-Five
Sutton
We reach the hotel where Max is staying and I barely get the chance to take in the beauty of the chandelier everyone talks about because Max can’t keep his hands and mouth off me.
I’ve never been so literally swept off my feet, but when we reach the elevator, he does just that, bending at the waist to scoop me into his arms.
Public affection in front of all these onlookers should embarrass me, but this is Vegas after all, and I’m sure they’ve seen worse.
Frankly, I can’t be bothered to care.
Max’s big arms swallow me up, and as his mouth does delicious things to mine, I have a pang of regret.
Is this… am I cheating on Dominus?
I don’t think I am. We never discussed anything like that and he’s never even asked to see me outside of the club.
Everything I’ve read about the relationship between a Dominant and submissive has given me varied feedback.
Sometimes the Dom and sub partake in relationships outside of the power exchange.
Sometimes they’re married—to one another, or other people entirely.
Sometimes they are strangers outside the club, like Dominus and me.
There’s no one way to go about it, but I feel like maybe I should check in with him?
Max growls and pulls back from the kiss. “Where’d you go?”
I blink, licking my lips. They’re swollen and raw from the way he’s been devouring them for the last twenty minutes.
“Sorry, I…” Frowning, I realize I can’t possibly tell him where my thoughts just wandered.
Oh dear. This is a predicament I never anticipated—and one I have no idea how to navigate. I swallow hard, then smile. “I need to check in with Mo.”
Max’s eyes narrow as if he doesn’t fully believe the lie, but then he nods.
“You going to tell her you finally let me kiss you?”
He sets me down as the elevator dings and opens up to his floor.
“I’m pretty sure I kissed you.”
“Semantics.” He slips his hand into mine and leads me down the hall. “She’s going to be happy for you.”
I snort. He’s right, but I’m not going to tell him that.
I’m also not actually about to check in with my best friend.
We reach the room and Max opens the door, then I step inside and my eyes widen.
It’s not a room, it’s a suite.
Motioning toward the left of the main living area, he says, “Go make yourself at home and call Mo. I’ll pour us some drinks.”
“Do you have wine in your fancy fridge?”
“I have anything you want, Sutton.” The deepness of his voice pulls my eyes back to him and a shiver travels down my spine.
“Just you,” I say, “and a glass of red.”
His broad shoulders rise and fall on a deep breath and I bite my lip, suddenly desperate to see this man undress. I bite back a giggle and hurry into his room, pulling my phone out of my purse as I kick off my shoes.
Once I’ve opened up my text app, my fingers hover over the keys. What do I even say?
I’ve met someone?
Am I allowed to hook up with other people?
Is this crazy?
I curse under my breath, then type out a text before I lose my nerve.
SUTTON: Sir, I…
I swallow, my throat thick as I contemplate what I’m doing. This is harder than I anticipated.
SUTTON: I’ve met someone. I’d like to…
Shit.
MMM: Speak your mind.
SUTTON: I’m going to sleep with someone
and I don’t know if I’m breaking the rules.
The three dots pop up as he types his response. My heart beats wildly in my chest. Is he going to be mad at me? Break up with me?
Can he break up with me? How does that work? Would I have to find another Dom?
My heart twists painfully as I consider that option. I don’t want to lose Dominus—
MMM: I want you to enjoy your life. We’ll discuss
what that means for us when you return to the club.
Biting my lip, I stare at the screen. I can’t read his tone through the texts. Is he angry? We’ll discuss what that means… What does that mean?
“I’d hoped you’d still be dressed” Max says as he strides into the room behind me.
I suck in a breath, then toss my phone into my purse on the small bench at the foot of the bed. “Yeah?” Turning around to face him, I ask, “And why is that?”
He sets the glasses of wine down, then stalks toward me and my pulse skyrockets. “So I can unwrap the present myself.”
I bite into my bottom lip as he stops immediately in front of me.
We stand in silence for a few beats, then he reaches up, cups my face, and leans in for another kiss. This time, his movements are slow, sensual, and each brush of his lips against mine sends tingles spreading outward into my cheeks.
He drags his tongue against the seam of my lips so I open them, then Max’s hands grip my hips, and as he licks into my mouth, he walks us slowly backwards until the backs of my legs hit the bed.
Breaking the kiss, he pulls back to look at me. “Are we good?”
I swallow hard, nodding.
His eyes tighten around the edges and I realize maybe it’s not strictly a Dominant thing to want verbal communication. Maybe it’s just a good habit overall.
“We’re good, Max. That night is in the past.” I chuckle, then trail my fingers over his jawline, scraping my nails against his five o’clock shadow. “Honestly, I’m tired of punishing you.”
Punishing us both, really.
He exhales, shoulders visibly relaxing. “Well, don’t fret too much over that, Ms. Hart. I plan to make up for all that lost time.” With a wink, he bends at the waist, picks me up, then tosses me onto the bed.
I yelp, scurrying backward as he climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me.
“Do you always manhandle women?” I tease.
“Only you, darlin’.”
My heart skips a beat, something niggling at the back of my mind.
Before I can figure it out, he’s grabbing my ankles and pulling me down so he can straddle me.
“Hi,” I whisper, staring up into those disarming brown eyes.
“Hey.” Gripping my chin with one big hand, Max holds my face as he crushes his lips against mine in a brutal, hungry kiss. I moan as his tongue invades my mouth, this time with demanding, powerful strokes I can feel clear down in my toes.
He lowers down onto me, propping himself on one elbow as he holds my chin steady.
His body presses into mine and I’m struck by the way he can hold himself just so, giving me enough that I feel the pressing weight of him, the hard line of his cock, but he doesn’t smash me, something that would be quite easy for a man of his size.
I open my legs, cradling his hips between my thighs, and Max groans into my mouth as he rocks his hips forward.
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling back. He’s breathing as heavily as I am, gaze flicking back and forth between my eyes.
His nostrils flare on each inhale. “I’ve waited for this for so damn long.
” Before I can respond, he drives his hips forward and pleasure shoots through me.
I moan and he closes his mouth over mine to swallow the sound.
Dropping to the side of me, he drags his hand down my body, then grips my thigh and lifts it over his hip. I twist to get close to him, desperate for that friction between my legs.
Rocking my hips, I grunt in frustration, the connection not nearly enough. Pushing him onto his back, I shamelessly straddle him, slapping my hands to his chest, fingers digging into his pecs as I settle myself on top of him.
Dropping my head back, I rock my hips, shuddering at the way it feels to have his thick cock between my legs.
“Christ, Sutton.” His hands clamp onto my hips, stilling me. “You keep doin’ that and I’m going to come in my fucking pants.”
I chuckle, biting into my lower lip as I rock my hips forward again.
His eyes roll back in his head and he lifts his hips to meet the next rock of mine.
But it’s not enough.
Pushing up and wrapping an arm around my waist, Max flips me onto my back.
With deft fingers, he makes quick work of unbuttoning my jeans, then I lift my hips and he drags them down my legs.
He undoes his own pants, and while he’s focused on that, I strip my top off, tossing it onto the floor.
When I look back at him, he’s ripping into a condom.
My gaze drops to his cock as he drags the condom down over the length.
My mouth goes dry as my body shivers with anticipation.
He rips his shirt off and tosses it to mine, then gets back onto all fours and crawls over me. “You good?”
I lick my lips, nodding vigorously.
Max’s lips twitch on a smile. “You want to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
I pull in a breath, then reach up, cupping his face in both hands.
I’m better about expressing myself since meeting Dominus, but I’m not sure I can put these thoughts into words.
Mainly because if I opened my mouth right now, all that would come out is a string of demanding, desperate pleas. “Kiss me, Max.”
“Anytime you ask.” Positioning his elbows on either side of my shoulders, he drops his head, bringing his lips to mine in the gentlest of kisses.
Goosebumps spread out over my skin, and I shiver as he continues those gentle feather-soft kisses.
He cups his hands around the crown of my head, slowly deepening the kiss, and when his tongue begins to invade my mouth, the weight of his body presses down on me, pushing me into the bedding deliciously.
I sigh as he settles on top of me, careful not to crush me but giving me so much of his weight that I feel trapped in the most wonderful way.
Safe.
Cherished.
He lifts his hips and I open my legs wider, giving him room to settle his cock between my legs. He rocks his hips forward slowly, teasing my entrance and I gasp, fingers tightening on his shoulders.
He pulls back. “Look at me, Sutton.”
I open my eyes and I’m lost in those bottomless depths.
Max pushes forward, studying my face as he eases inside me slowly.
“Are you okay?”
I bite my lip, but nod. The invasion is welcome, even when accompanied by a flash of pain.
It’s just been so long.
Max cups my chin with one hand, the other still curved around the top of my head. He thumbs my bottom lip, pulling it free of my teeth, then rocks his hips, pushing in a bit further. I gasp at the intrusion, and he pauses again.
I can’t tell if he’s allowing me to set the pace, giving me time to adjust to him, or—
I swallow hard, searching his gaze.
He’s savoring this moment.
It’s so obvious by that look in his eyes.
My heart breaks as I look up into eyes that look back with such reverence it steals my breath.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
Max’s brows pull together. “For what, darlin’?”
“For pushing you away.”
His lips crash into mine, and I moan at the sudden assault, the firm thrust of his tongue. He kisses me long and hard, each demanding stroke of his tongue bringing me closer to desperation. I wiggle my hips, trying to lift them so he’ll sink all the way in, but his weight is too much.
He’s in complete control.
I shudder at the thought, my breath catching as I realize he’s been everything I needed all along.
He knew what I wanted—him—even when I denied myself.
He knows when to be serious, when to play.
He offers strength and control even while giving me space to be the strong woman I am. He respects me, sees me…
My god, he’s been right here all along.
Max rocks his hips one last time, shoving all the way in.
We both gasp, and he drops his forehead to mine as his body trembles, a violent, shuddering quake. He’s breathing heavy, soft gasps against my lips.
“Max?” I whisper.
“Give me a minute,” he murmurs.
As we lay here, connected and perfectly still save for our heavy breaths and racing hearts, I run my hands through his hair, over his shoulders, then down his back. He’s so strong and big, muscles tensing beneath my palms.
Max lifts his hips, and he pulls out of me slowly, the deliberate movement sending a shiver through my body.
“Oh god,” I breathe.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I nod, looking up at him when he finally lifts his head again.
He clasps my chin, the firm grip of his fingers giving me the only warning indication that he’s about to pick up the pace.
He bites down on his bottom lip and thrusts forward.
I gasp, but this time he doesn’t slow or stop.
He pulls back and slams in harder, eyes locked on mine as he does it again and again, rocking me into the bed.
The movements grow faster, shorter, more abrupt.
He grunts, baring his teeth in this animalistic way that sends my temperature into overdrive. I’m not being fucked—
I’m being claimed.
“Max, oh god!” I dig my fingers into his shoulders and tip my head back, but his grip on my chin tightens.
“Don’t you look away from me.”
I open my eyes and stare up into his. “Max…”
He slams into me harder, his arms trembling, muscles flexed. I’ll be bruised between my legs tomorrow, a canvas of evidence marking each brutal thrust of his hips.
My inner muscles clench around him, gripping and flexing with each forceful drive forward. Tears leak from my eyes as I keep my gaze locked with his. It’s too deep, too intimate… and yet I can’t look away
I won’t.
This moment between us has been too long coming; I want to savor every moment.
Max stills, his body rigid for just a split second. “Fuck, Sutton, fuck,” he roars, his body jerking as he comes.
I moan at the sensation, clenching my inner muscles. My body quakes, my thighs tense, gripping his hips tightly as the orgasm slams into me. I rock my hips, pushing myself right over the edge alongside him.