Chapter 20 Reyna #2
My heart stalls as he circles me and pauses at my back. I sense him lowering to his haunches. Goose bumps pepper my skin as he reaches around me to loosen the buckles of my harness to leave my top bare for him.
The electrified air crackles along my exposed, tender breasts. Nerves and desire tighten my stomach. His hand brushes over my nipples as he draws the harness over my shoulders and fastens it in place. The leather feels like silk and sandpaper against my aching flesh.
My breaths stagger as his fingers skate over the back of my arm, sweeping my hair to the side to drag his lips over my shoulder and up the side of my neck, inhaling my scent and leaving a trail of delicate kisses in his wake.
His hot breath caresses my skin as his fingers whisper along the underside of my breasts before splaying over my sternum.
“I apologize for putting you on the spot,” Maddox mutters against the place where my jaw meets my ear. A shiver rolls through me. “I wanted to hear your voice, love.”
“I dislike public speaking.” The words come out broken from his touch.
“Let me help you get used to it before you have a bigger audience.”
I nod. It’s the only thing I can get myself to do as I turn to watch him move back in front of me, putting his bulge in my eyeline. He removes his sweater and sets it down in front of my knees. Heat radiates through my core, part excitement and part… trepidation.
“Spread your legs apart.”
I blink hard to push aside my thoughts. An innate part of me wants to please him—impress him. He opens his mouth to repeat himself, and I scramble to do as he said. The floor catches on my tights before my knees find reprieve against the cashmere fabric that still harbors traces of his warmth.
His head tips as he drags an amused, scrutinizing gaze over my form. “Wider.”
I swallow down a retort, hesitating before complying.
He chuckles, cradling the back of my skull, and lowers to reach beneath my skirt, dragging his fingers over my sex, touching and teasing, rubbing around where I want him until I’m panting and angling my hips to get what I need from him.
Only then does he push my underwear to the side and slide a finger into my entrance.
Stars explode in my vision. I buckle forward, held upright by his grip threaded through my hair. He draws his finger out to add a second. My muscles spasm around him, and a violent shudder works through me when he rubs my clit with his thumb.
His next chuckle is almost mocking. “You might hate getting ordered around, but it makes your cunt fucking wet, doesn’t it?”
I curse him with my glare because damn him for being right. When I don’t answer, he leaves me empty to pinch the oversensitive flesh. I yelp, digging my nails into his covered forearms.
“Doesn’t it, Miss Sinaga?” Maddox’s stern voice makes me see red.
“Yes, sir,” I bite out, and the sadistic asshole tightens his grip in my hair and hovers his hand over my core. It’s like he’s trying to make me bratty.
He raises his brows. “Sir?”
I shrug. “It’s generic. Easy to remember.”
Apparently the wrong thing to say, because he turns venomous, and I witness firsthand why people call him vindictive.
“If you’re going to have a bratty mouth, you better know how to use it.” He rises to his full height; any hint of tenderness is gone from him as he winds my hair around his fist and holds my head back. “Stick your tongue out.”
Whether my self-preservation has kicked in or my need to get off is strong enough to get me into line, I part my lips, show him the back of my throat, and reach for his belt.
My eyes widen when his wet fingers push into my mouth, coating my tongue in the evidence of my arousal.
My gag reflexes kick in, and I sputter, but he doesn’t relent, fingering my throat like he’s training me to take him.
Tears gather along my waterline, threatening to fall each time he slides back into me.
Moisture trickles down my thighs, saturating my panties. I grip on to his belt with one hand, feeling his length drag against the palm of my hand every time I move.
“Can you taste yourself on my fingers?”
He pulls out, and I swallow down greedy gulps of air. My legs quiver, stomach convulsing and spasming at the complete and utter emptiness. I have half a mind to bring my hand between my legs if he’s so intent on dragging my suffering out.
“No answer?”
My eyes sharpen on him for a moment before I melt into a puddle because he thrusts the same fingers back into my sex, driving them mercilessly until I’m a panting, quivering mess, clawing at his shoulders and feeling the light around the corner.
Then it ends. I don’t have the time to murder him for edging me before I’m gagging around him, feeling a tear leak from the corner of my eye. He holds my head in place so I can’t escape—not that I want to.
“Let’s try that again. Can you taste yourself on my fingers, Miss Sinaga?”
Maddox doesn’t remove his fingers for me to answer. I make a sound that loosely resembles the words “Yes, you sadistic asshole,” because if he brings me right to the precipice just to pull away, I might start a fistfight.
He eases up, smearing the wetness over my lips and down my chin. “Good girl. Now was that so hard?” He brightens at my answering glower and looks pointedly at my hand still on his belt. “Are you going to do something about it, Miss Sinaga, or do you intend to just sit there looking pretty?”
I must have developed the strength of God in my frustration, because I manage to yank him closer and unbuckle him with nothing but pure lust-addled fury pumping through me.
He chuckles. Motherfucker. I grit my teeth, frantically undoing his pants so maybe the devil would be so kind as to, oh boy, I don’t know—how about let me fucking come?
When he pushes my hands away, I release a feral growl.
Maddox lowers his pants just enough to pull out his cock.
My jaw drops. There’s so much to take in that I can’t decide where to focus; the precome beading on the head of his cock, the throbbing vein, or the sheer size of him.
I wet my bottom lip, fixated on the pearl snaking beneath his crown, down his shaft.
“It’s rude to stare, Miss Sinaga.” His voice is no more than a fraying rasp.
My eyelids grow heavy the longer I admire him, and another bead of come gathers on the head of his cock, and a light bulb goes off in my head. This is an opportunity.
I inch forward, breathing hard through my mouth so the hot air skates over his length. He twitches, and a strained sound comes from the back of his throat.
If I don’t get to finish, then neither does he.
I blink languidly, meeting his stare when I reopen my eyes.
Then, ever so slowly, I drag the tip of my tongue over his crown, capturing his arousal into my mouth.
My moan makes him curse, abs clenching beneath his buttoned top.
And I do it again, reveling in the grip tightening around my hair.
I explore him with only the tip of my tongue, and reverent kisses bleach his knuckles white.
Every one of his labored breaths takes me higher as I continue to refuse him. Desire pools between my legs, and my muscles spasm at the emptiness.
A callous smirk spreads across my lips when his thighs start to shake. I finally close my lips around him with a moan and take him as deep as I can. His strangled groan fills the room, and he pays me back for the torture by keeping my head in place so my throat closes around him.
He releases me, and we simultaneously gasp for breath. Except I don’t waste time repeating the process of edging him with tentative touches.
He snarls, and I do it again, and again, and preen when he smiles down at me, reading me like an open book.
My jaw aches as I widen to take him, and I choke when he hits the back of my throat. He steals the control back from me, holding my head steady so I gag around him. He pulls back an inch just to get reacquainted with my throat, over and over until tears stream down my cheeks and I’m a wet mess.
“I fucking knew your lips would be the death of me,” he rasps.
My body locks up when someone tries to open the door, rattling the handle. Maddox keeps having his way with me like nothing happened. I’m too far gone to warn him that someone might have a key.
He releases me just enough to drag oxygen into my lungs before thrusting as far as I can take him—which isn’t very far. I can only manage half of him before I choke.
“Relax your jaw.” Voice as rough as stone.
I blink through my teary vision to make him out through the blur. Wrinkles paint his forehead, as another hand threads through my hair. I take a deep breath before forcing myself to loosen my body.
“Go on. Take me—fuck,” he grunts. “Yes. Fuck. That’s my girl.”
I moan, and that only makes him buck. My nails dig into his toned thighs, and I give in to the temptation. My eyes roll to the back of my head as soon as pressure hits my sex. The muscles in my neck vibrate with my groan.
Maddox loses it. There’s no control to his movements, curled over, jerking, bucking his hips without restraint. Eyes are glazed over, drifting between half-lidded and shut. Brows furrow, cursing and murmuring my name and grunting quietly.
Saliva, tears, and the residue of his come paint my cheeks and swollen lips.
We’re both too helpless to stop as I chase my pleasure with him in my mouth.
The same sick thrill of power courses through me seeing him so gone, fucking my throat like he’s operating with his hindbrain because I brought him to that state.
Maddox pulls all the way out suddenly, drags me to my feet, and slams his lips to mine, devouring me with as much ruined control.
One of his hands strays to the base of my skull.
The other wraps around the column of my throat, molding me to his will.
He deepens the kiss, backing me up or moving me to the side or—I don’t know anymore.