Page 40 of Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

My brows pull tight as I try to recall everything I saw that evening at the field. Realizing it doesn’t even matter, because there isn’t a single thing on this earth I wouldn’t give her, I huff a quiet laugh. “What do you have in mind?”

Apprehension washes over her expression, so I stand, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips. I skim my fingers along her satin skin, giving her my undivided attention as she works up the courage to speak.

“I brought a tripod. I thought maybe we could take a video.” She wrings her hands together in front of her body, fidgeting.

“Only if you want to, I mean. It’s just…

on the list. But we don’t have to. I can delete it if it’s not something you’re into.

” Her words are rushed and jerky, and I kind of hate that she’s been made to feel like she can’t ask for the things she wants.

That shit ended the moment she agreed to be with me, and I plan on making it my mission to always hear her desires.

I smile softly, tipping her chin up so she has no choice but to look me in the eye.

She needs to hear this and really believe the words as I say them.

“Olivia, I would go to the moon to make you happy, and I’d love every fucking minute of it.

The fact that you even feel comfortable and safe enough with me to do any of the things on your list is something I don’t take lightly.

Everything you’ve allowed me to experience with you has been a privilege, and I would love nothing more than to give you something to look back on when you want to remember this night. Understood?”

Her shoulders drop, and she sags back into my body, clearly relieved by my answer.

The corners of her mouth lift, eyes sparkling as she stares up at me adoringly.

“Understood.” She licks her lips. “The tripod is in my suitcase, and my phone is in the pocket of my— your hoodie.” I laugh at the way she corrected herself, loving the fact that she wears more of my clothes these days than she does her own.

She swipes something different every time she spends the night, claiming that she likes to be comfortable on the drive home.

But I don’t miss the way she always buries her face into the fabric, inhaling deeply like she can’t get enough of my scent.

It makes me want to beat on my chest with my fists, knowing she’s mine in every possible way.

I leave her where she stands and walk over to where her luggage lies in the corner before pulling out the tripod and setting it up next to the dresser.

It’s close enough to capture the majority of the room in the frame, but far enough to be out of our way.

Digging through the pocket of her sweatshirt, I fish out her phone, returning to affix the device to its mount.

When I’m sure it’s stable, I open the camera, pressing the big red button to record.

It beeps quietly, letting us both know that everything we do from here on out will be captured to watch again whenever we want.

Visions of Liv touching herself to the video on those cold, lonely nights when I’m on the road play like a porno in my head, making my cock grow thick and hard between my legs.

My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline and excitement flowing through my body as I return to my previous spot behind Livvy, lowering down to work on the remaining ankle cuff.

I fasten the buckle, pressing a small kiss to her ass cheek before rising to my full height and carefully cuffing both wrists.

Warmth radiates from her small body, yet she shivers as I move to her thighs, wrapping the leather cuffs around them and making sure they’re secure.

Similar to the others, these ones have thick metal D-rings, so I can clip her ankles or wrists to them as we switch positions.

I’ll be able to restrain her in any way I want to, using her body for my pleasure, or torturing her with her own.

Leaning past her once more, I take the last item from the bed and circle it around her waist gently.

I buckle the black leather bondage belt at the small of her back, making sure the handle is right where I’ll need it for leverage as I pound into her from behind.

My mouth waters at the thought of holding her still, watching her full ass ripple off my pelvis while my cock disappears into her body.

I don’t even know how I’m going to get through everything else I have planned before the primal need to claim her kicks in, and I take her like the sweet little slut she is .

When I’ve got her completely ready, I undress, tossing my clothes aside and pressing my naked front to her back.

Bending at the knees, I thrust my rock-hard erection between her cheeks, earning a soft moan every time my head passes over her asshole.

“I can’t wait to fuck you here,” I say, enjoying the way she pushes into me.

“You’ll come so hard from it, Liv. Because as sweet as you are, you’re also a depraved whore, just for me. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she whines, desperate for something—anything—to take the edge off.

I may be acting dominant here, but I can’t bear the thought of her pussy aching the way I’m sure it is right now, so I bring my hand around her body, rubbing soft, tight circles on her sensitive clit.

A beautiful moan tumbles from her lips, making precum leak from my tip, smearing all over her lower back.

I can’t help but love the fact that even though I’m not inside her, she’s still marked with this part of me.

“Oh my God, Maddox,” she purrs, wrapping her delicate fingers around my wrist while I work her over—as if I’d ever stop. A tidal wave would have to sweep me away before I’d take my hands off her warm, wet cunt. “Please make me come. I’m already so close.”

“Oh, you will, Dimes,” I taunt. “Again and again, until your body gives out. I plan on fucking you until you’re completely spent and there isn’t an inch of your body that isn’t dripping with my release.”

I lick a hot line up her neck, punishing her sensitive, swollen clit until her nails dig into the skin of my arm and her orgasm crashes into her like a hurricane.

She shudders and shakes, her knees buckling as I wrap my free hand around her belt, using it to support her full weight as she rides it out.

She’s completely lost in pleasure, a beautiful little mess in the palm of my hand that I’m utterly obsessed with.

I’m going to make this experience everything she’s ever wanted, claiming the checkmark that’s rightfully mine to take, just as it always has been.

Slowly, she relaxes, sinking into my body as she takes steady breaths.

I keep my hold firm, allowing her time to recover while ghosting my fingertips along her soft skin.

She hums contentedly, enjoying the euphoria that’s buzzing through her veins, until finally, she stands and looks up at me over her shoulder.

“Better?” I ask, raising a brow. A satisfied smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, and she nods her head sweetly. I lean down, pressing a whisper of a kiss to her plump lips before pulling away and hardening my stare.

“Good, now get on your knees for Daddy.”