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Chapter thirty-five

Maddox

C olt re-emerges from the shadows wearing the white masquerade mask from the night of the event. He’s carrying the black mask I accidentally left at his house. He strides over to me, placing it carefully on my face and securing it.

“Have you ever danced on top of a bar, temptress?” he asks, his smoldering gaze locking onto mine.

I shake my head no. There may have been one time on my twenty-first birthday, but I’d rather not remember what a disaster that night was. He smiles knowingly.

“I guess there’s a first time for everything. Stand up and dance for me,” he demands, turning the music on.

I freeze. Dance for him. What does that mean? But when I look at him, I realize exactly what he meant. He’s seated himself on one of the bar chairs, leaning back in a slouch with his legs spread wide, and his hands are slowly working to unbuckle his belt. He pulls it off, laying it on the chair next to him.

“For later, if I decide I need to use this on you. You’ve been a naughty girl, tricking me, dollface.

My mouth parts slightly as I struggle to recover. His filthy words send a rush of blood straight to my clit. Colt’s fingers trail over the button on his jeans, swirling slow, sensual circles around the metal, taunting me. I swallow hard, imagining those same fingers teasing my clit with the same lazy touch.

“Maddox,” his deep voice rumbles, interrupting my thoughts.

“Mmmm,” is all I can manage.

“Be a good girl and dance for me. If you want me to keep going,” he taunts.

I do exactly what I’m told, swaying my hips, and moving them seductively to the music. The sight of him holds me captive as he pops open the button on his jeans, unzips, and palms the hard outline of his cock beneath his black boxers.

Lost in the rhythm and the sight of Colt fisting his cock, I break. If he’s going to tease me, I’ll ruin him. I spin, grinding my hips to the pulse of the music, dragging my dress higher and higher until only the thin strip of my soaked thong clings to me. Dropping to my knees before him, I clutch the bunched fabric like an offering. His fingers hook the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down with a growl before stroking himself slow and rough, teasing the head with every pass. His stare pins me in place, ravenous and merciless, while precum glistens at the tip, thick and glinting under the low lights. I bite down on a whimper, my thighs clenching as I drink in the sight of him, wrecked and waiting for me.

I sit in front of him, legs spread, leaning in to lick the cum from his tip, but he stops me, pressing me back with a firm hand. His hand cups one of my breasts, giving it a squeeze before trailing low, over my hip, and down to the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing beneath the wet fabric. He strokes around me, building the tension with various points of pressure as he coaxes my body into coming. My back arches, as my body begs for more.

Colt denies me, moving his hand up my thigh to the band of my panties. He hooks his finger into it and tugs it down one leg to my knee. Releasing his swollen cock, he pulls the other side down, stripping me completely. When my panties reach my ankles, he allows them to fall to the floor.

“Lean back,” Colt instructs, hissing at the sight of me bared for him. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I remember.”

I do as he says, watching as he grips his cock tighter, stroking himself as he presses a finger inside of me. I moan, coming instantly around him.

“That’s it, little stalker,” he growls. “Come for me. Show me how much you want this dick inside of you.”

“Please,” I beg, overcome with my need to be filled.

I ache to feel his cock inside me, hot, hard, stretching my walls with every brutal thrust. The thought alone has me panting, my hips grinding up, desperate for more. Colt growls low in his throat and slips a second finger inside. I cry out, clenching around the sudden stretch, my body straining to take him. He drives them deeper, faster, pounding into me until I’m gasping, dripping, wrecked and aching for everything he has to give.

“Come for me, temptress, so I can clean up my mess,” he rasps, cum leaking down his hand.

I explode at the sight of him, so turned on he’s dripping, allowing it to go to waste. I reach for him, but he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before brushing me away in one motion. Colt tsks, a sharp warning.

“I don’t think so. Not yet,” he says, tucking his dick back into his pants and standing to right himself.

I bite my lip, not ready for any of this to end.

“I’m coming up there with you, and I want you to sit on my face so I can taste you. I got you all wet and dirty playing with you like this, and I want to clean it up,” he rasps, his eyes burning into mine with an intense desire for more.

“Okay,” I breathe, my voice shaky and filled with need.

In a snap, he’s on the counter beneath me. My ass rests on his firm chest, and my knees are planted in his armpits.

“Get up here and sit on my face, claim your throne. I need to devour you, darling.”

I moan, rising to hover over him, slowly lowering myself until his tongue spears me open, dipping inside to draw long, languid licks across my clit until I cry out with pure ecstasy as a ripple of pleasure rolls through my body.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now,” he groans, his hot breath landing against my pussy, teasing me with its steamy caress.

My fingers curl in his hair as I work to come down from my orgasm.

“I need more than that, temptress,” he says, his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me closer so his tongue can explore.

He’s coiling me up so tight I’m going to explode. I fight back, not willing to give Colt such an easy victory; I refuse to surrender.

He reaches for the belt, and I sink against his mouth, searching for friction in anticipation of the sting.

Colt pulls back and says, “I’m going to punish you all night long, little stalker. Do you like to be punished?”

“Yes, Daddy, punish me,” I purr, causing something inside him to snap.

“Fuck, you’re too much for me, and I adore it,” he says, bringing his thick leather belt down across my ass.

“Mmmmm,” I moan sensually. “Are you sure I’m not supposed to be enjoying this?”

“You can enjoy it all you want, but we’ll see how long you can last before you’re begging for a release.”

He starts off light, building in intensity until I’m moaning, alternating between licking and spanking.

Once he’s satisfied I’m on the verge of collapse, Colt sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue expertly around it like he was made to do this job and this job only for the rest of his life. My legs shake, but he drops the belt, grasping my hips to hold me in place. My core aches, sending pleasurable tingles into every throbbing nerve of my clit. His tongue flicks across my sensitive bundle as he sucks once, twice, three times—I gasp, feeling a dam about to break. It’s a warm, slow trickle at first, but he flicks his tongue across me a fourth time and it breaks. Liquid bursts from me, and Colt moans. My pussy swallows his muffled grunts the moment they leave his lips. His strong fingers squeeze my hips, light enough to keep me from pulling away as he swallows everything, groaning with desire.

I sit back, shaking, and he grunts in satisfaction, smacking his lips, using my cum as chapstick.

“That was so fucking hot,” he rasps.

I gaze down at him with a harrowing smile. “Use your words like a good boy, Colt, and tell me what it is you like so much.”

He chuckles in a condescending tone. “Dollface, look at me. Does it look like I have a problem saying I like when you sit on my face and let me eat that sweet, delicious pussy until you cum, squirting down my throat as I swallow every last drop like my life depends on it?”

My jaw drops open, heat flooding my face.

“That’s right,” he says, reaching up to place a finger under my chin to close my mouth. “I have no problem demanding it again later tonight, either.”

He traces my dress line across my breasts lazily.

“Come on,” he finally says, “I want to get you naked so I can worship your body. Come upstairs with me, little stalker, and let me ruin you.”

“Colt,” I reply, running my fingers lightly over his stubbly cheek, “two words for you, handsome: yes, Daddy.”

His chest rumbles beneath me, vibrating my sensitive, swollen clit as a growl unleashes from his lips. It sends a shiver up my spine, and I suddenly can’t wait to get upstairs to be ruined and punished all night. It’s like a dream come true. I never want tonight to end.