Page 32 of Wickedly Played (Checkmate #1)

After freeing my hard cock from the confines of my pants, I reach out to grab her hair into a ponytail for leverage. I don’t give her a warm-up while I bury myself to the hilt. “Sweetness, say you’re mine.”

She’s moaning loudly from the punishing thrusts inside of her. Each time I slam home, her body jostles on the bed. I fuck her harder and harder until I’m positive she’s about to break in two. Carefully, I remove the jars from her back and her ass since they are clinking together.

We don’t need broken glass on her.

“Say it,” grind out. “Say it, and I will make you come so hard.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t!”

I slide out of her to grab the lighter next to me. After lighting another jar, I place it on her back again. She screams out from the added heat. Again, I grab an ice cube to drag down her body. She breaks out in goose bumps, and her skin flushes from her arousal.

“You can. You know you belong to me. Say it!” I command.

“Please keep fucking me!”

“Say it!” I yell out.

Stella is brushing Serena’s hair out of her face after I dropped the rope of her hair. “It’s okay, Mistress. You’re still my universe,” she promises.

“Give me you, sweetness.”

The look of anguish, arousal, and something I couldn’t identify flashes across her face. “Please don’t hurt me,” she whispers.

I wonder when the last time she gave herself to someone was, probably when she was married to that idiot who didn’t deserve her.

God damn it. I know I don’t deserve her.

Fuckshitdamnbitch!

“I don’t want to.”

“I’m yours,” she says so quietly I almost miss it.

“Louder, and I will fuck you into the mattress,” I promise.

“I’m yours!”

Like I promised, I fuck her as hard as I can. Each thrust has me feeling like another brick has been knocked down around the walls of my heart.

“Take my come and keep it in your greedy pussy. I want you to feel me inside of you all night.” My hips piston off of her several times. My body loses the battle of holding my orgasm back.

We fall to the bed with me on top of her, and my dick is still shooting off ropes of come.

“You’re so wonderful,” I whisper in her hair.

I see Stella off in the corner getting off the bed and leaving the room. I bet she realized we needed some time to process what we promised.

“Thank you, Stella,” I call after her.

She comes running back into the room, gets into Serena’s face to lay a big kiss on her lips. “I don’t know when I will get another chance to kiss you freely, Mistress.”

My girl’s hand shoots out to grab Stella’s elbow to pull her closer to us. “Pet, don’t forget about the aftercare,” she murmurs dreamingly.

Stella’s eyes are questioning as she looks from me back to my spent siren on the bed. She seems confused and out of her element. I decide to take mercy on her and allow her to stay for this process.

However, after this, Stella needs to get the fuck out.

I reluctantly leave Serena on the bed with her submissive and tamp down the possessive jealousy flowing through my veins.

I know that to have a relationship with Serena, I would have to tolerate them being together.

I could learn to deal with them being together, but to see Serena with another man would drive me to murderous thoughts.

“You are fucking perfect,” I whisper to her as I start the tub.

Once the bathroom is filled with steam from the running water, I collect Serena in my arms. Stella comes with us, stripping out of her remaining clothes. Again, the red-hot jealousy I feel over their connection is overpowering. I want Serena to seek comfort from me.

Once my woman is placed and submerged in the tub, Stella pours some bubble bath into it. “I know, Mistress. I picked out your favorite smell,” she reassures her.

Taking a mental note, I look at the bottle.

“Are you going to get in?” Serena’s eyes flick to both of us. “It is big enough for three.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, my pet?”

She cracks a half smile, leaning against the side of the deep tub. “Maybe.”

Deciding against the temptation of having both of these beautiful women in the tub with me, I sit on the toilet to watch them. Stella is climbing into the hot water with ease. Before she’s able to sit, Serena places her hands on the back of her thighs to move her closer to her mouth.

I tsk. “Ladies, this is supposed to be for Serena,” I remind them.

Serena’s eyes are wicked. “Do you know how long it has been since I got to be the brat? Since I was the one who got to push someone’s buttons?”

“Is that what you want?” My eyebrow raises. “Are you wanting to get me mad, so I punish you?”

Stella moans as her mistress’s tongue flicks her little pink clit. “Oh, god!”

“If you’re going to be bad like this, you’re going to listen to directions. Do I make myself clear?”

Stella nods her head furiously.

“Serena, spread her thighs for me like the good girl you are.”

Serena’s fingers follow my directions perfectly. I can see the other woman’s pussy opening in front of me. My girl’s mouth latches onto her clit, sucking hard, judging by Stella’s head flying back.

“Now, I want you to place a finger inside of her, thrusting it just gently enough until she starts to contract around your finger.”

The women follow my next three directions, allowing me to release the final one. “You can get her off now, sweetness.”

Stella’s eyes look from Serena to me before focusing back on my woman after Serena slaps her clit. “You know better than to look away from me when my mouth is on you.”

“I’m so sorry, Mistress.”

“Not as sorry as you will be when we go to the club. You’re going to be strapped ten times. Do you understand me?”

“Yes! I’m so sorry!”

Stella climaxes loudly throughout the bathroom, vibrating the walls. Once she’s come down, Stella sits between Serena’s legs for her to start winding down.

I don’t touch the other woman, but touch mine. My hands are brushing her wild, blonde hair out of her face. I kiss her sweet lips that are covered in Stella. “Ladies, I brought some fruit and champagne for you all.”

After feeding both of them a couple of strawberries, I pour some champagne into their mouths. Serena’s lips pucker at the taste of the expensive booze when it touches her taste buds.

“Is the water still okay for you?”

“It is cooling off,” Stella’s little voice rings out.