Page 31 of Wickedly Played (Checkmate #1)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

MAX

I have waited for this moment for longer than I care to admit. Serena’s beauty, confidence, and her own brand of dominance call to something inside of me that is begging to be released. I need to own her. I need her to promise herself to me and only me.

Fuck. I need to calm down.

I’m two seconds away from choking her to get her to promise to be only mine.

She sits up with Stella sitting next to her. The two women are beautifully sexy together. Their passion is undeniable. Just seeing Serena care for her is something I love to see. Stella submits to her mistress like she’s been born to do it.

Now, Serena? I’m dying to get her to kneel in front of me.

“First rule, if you want the scene to stop immediately, I need you to say coke. Serena, it has been a long time since you’ve subbed. I won’t give you any slack. You wouldn’t give Stella that many chances, and I won’t give you more than one or two chances to do what I said. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she retorts. If I didn’t know any better, I wonder if she's even aware she’s been giving me attitude.

“Get on your hands and knees in front of me on the bed.”

She looks confused, and then I snapped my fingers for her to get into position. “Now!” I bark.

Serena’s mouth opens and shuts before she decides to follow my instructions.

Quickly, she’s in front of me with her ass looking juicy in the leggings she’s wearing.

My hand rubs her cheeks to warm up the skin, causing her cheeks to flinch from the sensation.

I do a couple of light slaps before I smack her hard. She screams out from the tingles.

“That’s for the attitude. Don’t do it again, little one.” Giving her a moment to come back to reality, I flip her on her back to continue my rules.

“Second, standard rules apply. Since we won’t have enough time to complete checklists and go over limits and hard limits, we will have to use our words. Third, I will only be fucking my girl.”

I let the words sink in. Stella is the first to nod her understanding. “Can I play with Mistress?”

Serena’s head swivels to look at her. “You know the proper way to ask for permission. Do it.”

The other woman gets onto the floor, kneels in front of me, with her eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, Sir. Do I have your permission to play with my Mistress?”

I will give her credit, she’s good at being a sub. “You may. But only when I tell you that you can.” Stella clambers back onto the bed, looking pleased with herself to have a taste of Serena. “Lastly, there will be no filming this. This is private for us.”

The two women nod and verbally agree. My dick is harder than iron right now with the thought of bending Serena to my will.

I can’t wait to make her mine. She will be mine by the end of the night, and I will fuck her into submission.

Over and over until she admits what is inevitable.

I will have her choke on my cock until she tells everyone she’s mine. I’m not fucking around with her.

I’ve given her too much freedom.

“Perfect. I’ll be back in ten minutes. I need to get some things,” I tell them. “Stella, you have permission to play with your mistress while I’m gone.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispers happily. Stella is climbing over Serena with her lips sucking, biting, and nibbling all over her face and chest. “Mistress, I have wanted to do this for so long.”

“Well, if you’re going to give me a show, I might as well stay to watch it,” I offer. “Baby?” I wait for Serena’s lust-filled eyes to meet mine. “Even though it is Stella bringing you this pleasure, just remember I’m the one who is allowing it. Remember who you belong to,” I tell her.

Stella is standing in front of Serena, yanking my girl’s clothes from her, and then throwing them unceremoniously off to the side.

Stella strips out of her clothes, as well, and tosses them in the same direction.

My hand fists my cock through my slacks as her mouth descends on Serena’s tit.

The room is full of moaning, sucking, and a wet sound.

“Yes! Yes!”

I remembered something. Quickly, I locate the blindfold, the ball gag, and the handcuffs from her closet. Stepping to the other side of the bed, I fasten the ball gag around her head and then slip the blindfold on. I place a little bell in her hand to drop if this is too much for her.

“Get her off, Stella,” I command. After I have resumed my spot with the perfect view of my girl getting her pussy licked by her sub, I’m adjusting my hard dick in my pants.

Stella’s mouth moves quickly and fast over her pussy, and that’s when I remembered I didn’t put the cuffs on Serena.

Fuck it. Serena’s hands are gripping Stella’s head to hold her close to where she wants her to be.

Despite the incessant jealousy I have over how much they trust each other, I’m about to burst from my balls aching so much.

I’m standing over Serena’s face in seconds to watch the glazed look in her eyes after I rip the blindfold off as she clings onto the orgasm that’s about to plow through her.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. She’s licking your sweet little pussy so beautifully.

She needs you to come on her pretty face.

Come on her tongue, my sweet girl,” I praise her.

Her eyes swing to mine as her body starts to convulse around Stella’s mouth. She’s trembling so much that the bed is vibrating from the powerful release flowing through her body.

“You look so beautiful when you come, sweetness. I love watching you come undone for Stella. I can’t wait to be inside you,” I tell her.

Stella moves away from her pussy, with the proof of Serena’s arousal and climax coating her lips like a lip gloss. She looks at me with wonderment before looking back at my woman.

“How did she taste?” I ask with a quirk of an eyebrow.

“Delicious,” she replies.

Leaning over, I stick my finger through her wetness to gather her arousal on my finger. Serena’s eyes are watching my movement with curiosity. I suck the finger into my mouth and groan at the honey coming from her.

“You know what you taste like?” I ask rhetorically. “You taste like mine.”

Leaving them on the bed, I gather the rest of the tools I need for now.

I won’t admit it, but I managed to look at both of their lists, which they shared via email, detailing what they want and don’t want- this was found when I was looking for information on her stalker.

On one of my slower days here, I found a secret closet of cupping jars, so I gather those and then get a lighter.

I quickly jog down to the kitchen to get some ice and champagne.

I’m back in the room in time to see Stella stroking Serena’s hair back from her face. The look in both of their eyes makes me feel like I’m the intruder. This is my woman. This is my chance to claim her for mine.

This is my chance to get her to fall for me before she finds out the truth about me.

Once Serena finds out I have every intention of killing her father, she might never want to talk to me again.

Fuck. If she even finds out I know about everything, I’m screwed.

Much more than that? She doesn’t know I’m part of the rival family.

I should feel bad for not telling her the real reason why I knew of Glenna.

I should also feel bad for practically lying to her about my connection with her family.

Oh, I should also feel bad for the fact that I’m planning on killing her father.

But, more than that, I need to tell her the truth about my ex.

I need her to know what happened and to swear I don’t have any feelings for her.

“Serena, baby, turn over on your stomach,” I soothe.

She follows my directions, and I begin to prepare the jars. The sound of the sparking lighter fills the room. I place the lighter in one of the cupping jars from the cardboard tray I found. Walking up to my newest obsession, I place the jar on her back. She moans around the ball gag.

“Drop the bell if this is too much, sweetness.”

One by one, I place a total of five jars on her back. Under the jars, I see the reddened marks from the heat flush against her alabaster skin.

“You are so perfect. You thought you couldn’t do this. You didn’t realize how much your body craves me. You know I’m going to give you the pleasure you need to feel good. To make you feel pain in a pleasurable way. Isn’t that right, baby?”

She’s nodding her head against the bed with her ass rising in the air. Dipping my hand in the bucket of ice, I wait a few seconds before slapping the globes of her ass. The combination of heat and cold is something unimaginable. Looking at her face from here, I see her eyes are squeezed tightly.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Are you about to come again?” Tears are flowing down her face. “I know your body, baby. I know what you need before you do.”

“Stella, undo the gag around her mouth. I want to hear her.”

Carefully, I begin to pluck the jars off her back. I grab the lighter again, get the jars hot, and arrange them in different spots this time.

“Max! Holy shit!” Serena cries. “Oh, fuck!”

“Are you going to deny yourself the hedonistic feelings I bring to you now?” I place another jar on her ass this time.

While she’s getting her words right, I grab an ice cube in my hand. With it pinched between my fingers, I slip it inside of her hot pussy. This time, she flies off the bed with the jars rattling together from the exertion.

“Jesus! Max, please fuck me!”

Stella moans next to her with her own fingers shuttling in and out of her. “Mistress, you’re so sexy.”

Serena’s eyes are wild as she looks at me from over her shoulder. Her hair flies back to slap me in the face. “Max, please. I’ll do anything. God damn it!” I flick the cube a little around her walls until it starts to drip out of her. Once it has melted, I remove my fingers.