Page 28 of Wickedly Played (Checkmate #1)

Chapter Twenty-Five

SERENA

Holy shit. Holy shit, God damn. Fuck!

Max’s hands are holding on to my hips as he plunges his hard cock through the tightness of my thighs. With my body tied like it is, there is no way to spread my legs and let him come in from that way. No, his thick dick is making me scream out from pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetness. Take my cock. You know you love to feel me inside of you.”

I’ve been one to hand out praise to my subs, but I have never been one to receive it from someone. He has turned me inside out with just those words.

“Max,” I groan. My hands give out under me, and I fall until my face is pressed into the bed. “Fuck me harder!”

There is a slight sting from his big hand slapping my soft ass cheek. “I’m the one in control right now. Not you. You will take what I give you, baby.”

“Yes! Yes!” His thrusts should be considered punishment. Each time he slides almost all the way out before slamming back home, my breath catches in my lungs. “I’m going to come again!”

Max’s fingers slip from my hips until he’s fingering me from the front. With my legs tied like this, he plucks my pussy lips magically until he can slip his fingers inside of me.

“From now on, you exist for my pleasure. You’re mine. Do you understand me?” Each word is punctuated by his thrusting deeper inside of me. He flicks my clit just right, and I scream out from the intense second orgasm. “Do you understand?”

“Yes! Please. I want to feel you come. Please fill me up,” I whine.

He slaps my ass cheek again and then pulls out of me.

I whimper from the loss of contact until he’s flipping me over.

His deft fingers untie the rope around my ankles, gently rubbing them to bring life back into them.

It happens quickly. One minute, I’m staring at him from underneath him, and the next, he’s lying next to me, and then I’m straddling him.

“I’ve been wanting to see those gorgeous tits of yours bounce while you ride me, baby.”

I swivel my hips against him to suck him deeper inside of me.

My bound hands rest on his chest, and I ride him like I have never ridden anyone else before.

The fact that it feels so easy to be in this role with him isn’t lost on me.

I’m used to being in control. I’m used to being the one who calls the shots during sex.

But I love handing him the reins.

“You feel so fucking good,” I hiss. He bucks up on the balls of his feet to meet my thrusts from the bottom.

“Just because you’re on top of me, sweetness, doesn’t mean I’m your bottom. Give me the control. Let me make your body feel good.”

“You are,” I promise. “I have never felt so full in my life.”

All you can hear echoing through my room are the sounds of our moans, groans, and bodies slapping together.

“Your pussy is so greedy for my dick. Eyes on me. I want to see your eyes glaze over with pleasure.”

My eyes snap up to him. I grind myself against his hard pubic bone to feel the friction needed to let go. I should feel greedy for already coming twice, and I’m about to go again. But he feels so good. Max is a walking sex god.

“I’m not a god, baby. I’m me,” he groans out.

Damn. I didn’t know I said that out loud.

“I’m going to come again. Please!” I shout. My body is coiled tight with the red-hot pleasure shooting through me.

“No! Don’t come yet.” His voice sounds like he is possessed. “I’m not ready for you to finish. Fuck.”

“I can’t help it!” I cry out.

Quickly, he rolls us so I’m on my back beneath him. His fingers make quick work of untying the binding around my wrists. I wrap my free arms around his neck to bring him closer to me. Once my legs are wrapped around his waist, I thrust my hips up to get him to slide back deeper.

“Max, you feel so good. Please tell me we can do this again.”

His lips attach to mine, our tongues doing an erotic dance together. Max grabs my hands around his neck to intertwine our fingers together above my head. This move makes everything feel more intimate. I feel cherished by this move.

I never want this feeling to end.

“Please let me come,” I beg.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” he commands against my lips. “Squeeze me with this tight pussy so I come with you. Fuck, baby.”

My eyes bore into his as my orgasm charges through me. The hot coils I mentioned earlier are seething within me. My body shivers, shakes, and combusts under him. I feel him following behind me.

I’m panting beneath him as he collapses on top of me with a thud. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever, Serena,” he murmurs against my lips.

“How soon can we do it again?”

He groans before dropping a little kiss on my lips. “I meant it, you know.”

“Meant what?” I ask. I’m not trying to be cheeky. I’m too much on a love high right now to process words.

“You’re mine.”

For how long? I want to ask. “As long as you’re mine, too.”

“I’ve been yours for a lot longer than I care to admit,” he reveals.

There’s a knock downstairs, and then the doorbell rings through the whole house.

“God damn it. I forgot Stella, and I have dinner plans tonight.”

Max rolls off the bed, quickly pulls on his clothes, and then kisses me senseless once more before greeting my friend.

And sub.

I’m so screwed. I have never willingly given up control like this before. I have never felt safe enough to allow someone to command my body. To bring me pleasure I needed to feel fulfilled.

I don’t know what this means for me and Max. I don’t know if this means anything more than sex. I do know that I’m not going to be a girl about it and overthink it.

Stella and I are enjoying our first glass of wine as we wait for the appetizers to arrive at Le Chet. I know she’s dying to ask why I was late, and she had to get me. I have a stupid smile on my lips that won’t leave.

Max is seated at a table next to ours, and he’s currently assessing the area to see if anything is happening. I should feel smothered by this, but after hearing him tell me that I’m his, I feel adored. Protected in a way I didn’t feel two hours ago.

“What happened?” Stella inquires.

I giggle. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t do that to me. You slept with Max, didn’t you?”

My face breaks out into a smile. I nod briefly.

“How was it?”

I whisper my answer as I can’t let Max hear it. “It was great.”

“I knew you guys were going to hook up.”

I gulp the rest of my wine and then switch to the water goblet.

She leans in close to me. “Is this going to be a normal thing?”

Shrugging, I answer honestly. “I’m not sure if he wants it to be,” I reply.

Max clears his throat next to me and leans over to whisper in my ear. “I already told you. Do I need to clear out this restaurant, pull your panties down, and fuck you again to remind you?”

My thighs tighten. “You wouldn’t.”

“Bet me, sweetness. I don’t need an excuse to spank that heart-shaped ass of yours.”

My lower muscles squeeze deliciously.

“Holy fucking shit,” Stella moans. “That is the hottest thing ever.”

Max’s lips curve into a smile against my skin. “Enjoy your dinner with her.”

“Serena… Oh my god. I might need to call Deacon to come visit me in the bathroom.”

I scowl at her. “Really, pet?”

Her eyelashes start to flutter. “I’m so sorry, Mistress.”

“I should make you get into position right now,” I threaten.

Stella and I continue our conversation seamlessly throughout dinner. Even though she’s my sub, she’s one of my only friends.

“I’m so full,” I groan while patting my stomach. “I’m going to go to the ladies’ room to check my makeup,” I let her know. After throwing my napkin on the table, I pull out my bank card to place on the table in case the waiter comes back to take care of the bill.

“Hurry up,” Max utters under his breath. I feel his eyes burning a hole in my flesh while I make the journey to the bathroom.

After I finish my business, I’m finishing up retouching my makeup when one of the stalls opens behind me.

“Serena,” a male’s voice calls out.

My heart flutters in my chest from fear. “This is the ladies’ room,” I casually throw out.

Why is there a man in here?

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, causing me to shiver.

The hair on the back of my neck stands straight up. “Thank you. Have we met before?”

He is in his mid-forties, with a beer belly, scraggly hair, and a foul odor emanating from him. “We have.”

I turn around to look at him face-to-face. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember meeting you.”

The man is standing directly in front of me, making it difficult for me to breathe without inhaling his scent. “We had a beautiful night together. I have watched all of your cam shows. I know you have been touching yourself while thinking about me.”

“Sir, I’m going to ask you to please leave,” I demand. My hand tries to reach for the bathroom door. The man in front of me reaches out to grab my wrist. His fingers are cold and clammy.

“What is it that Max has that I don’t?”

“Pardon?” Alarm bells are ringing in my ears. How does he know my bodyguard’s name? Plus, how would he know we were hooking up?

Holy shit.

“Have you been the one sending stuff to my house?” Is it possible that I’m standing directly in front of my stalker? After all of these months, this man is the one who has been breaking into my house and sending me those disgusting letters? Is this the killer of Meredith?

He lets out a chilling chuckle. “No, that was not me. I wouldn’t do something so stupid with Max there.

What does he have that I don’t have?” The man grabs my chin to hold it to look at him.

His thumb catches the inside of my cheek like a fishhook.

That’s when I taste something bitter on my tongue.

I try to gag, but he pulls his hook of his thumb harder.

“Just know he will ruin your life like he ruined her life. It is only a matter of time before he does.”

“What are you talking about?”

He slaps me across the face, causing my head to fall back. “He hasn’t told you anything? Ask him about his old girlfriend.”

Another slap has me reeling. “Matter of fact, ask him what he does while you’re sleeping.”

There is a loud bang on the door, and I hear the door handle jiggle. “Unlock this door! If you don’t unlock it, I’m getting the manager!” It is a female’s voice on the other side of the door.

My heart is beating rapidly. I feel my breath getting caught in my throat, choking me. I feel scared. I feel actually terrified right now.

The man in front of me winks at me and then opens the door casually as if he didn’t just throw me into a spiral. I’m standing in front of the sink with my chest heaving. I can’t get enough air into my body.

My mind swims with what ifs. I can’t help it. That is when I start to feel my eyes pinching a little on the corners. My eyes feel droopy, and then everything goes black as I pass out.