Page 47 of Wickedly Played (Checkmate #1)
Serena
“Are you looking forward to this weekend?” Stella asks with her hip popped out.
It has been a week since we played with Max.
Over the past week, Max has made me question a lot about myself and my standing as a Domme in this world.
I should hate him for making me feel insecure in it, but I don’t.
Oddly, I liked handing over control to him.
I enjoyed having him usurp the role of a Dominant during that scene.
There was something oddly satisfying and liberating about being the one to be cared for, as opposed to doing the aftercare for my sub.
I throw my bikini into my suitcase before wrapping my combat boots in their leather bag to ensure they don’t get scuffed in my bag.
“I always look forward to this weekend,” I tell her with a wink.
“The question is, are you looking forward to it? The last time we did this, you were shaking from the adrenaline.”
She pouts. Such a fucking little brat. “It isn’t my fault that you tackled me and threw me at the tree!”
I toss my lacey bathrobe at her from over the suitcase. “Maybe you should have hidden better. Lover, you know I’m going to find you every time.”
Stella grabs the robe before placing it under her nose. She has always liked the smell of my perfume that lingers on the expensive material. “I swear, you have bloodhound scent talents.”
Walking around the bed, I reach out to place my hand around her delicate neck.
I feel her swallow against the slight pressure I’m giving her.
Her eyes glaze over just enough to tell me she’s committed to being a brat today.
“Maybe this weekend you should try harder. If I find you this time, and I will, I have other plans.”
She gasps at my thumbnail digging into her sensitive skin. “I can’t wait.”
Leaning over, I kiss her lips. “Good.”
“Ahem,” Max clears his throat from his doorway coming into my room. “Stella, can you give Serena and me a moment to discuss logistics for this weekend?”
Stella leans closer to me, “Mistress, if you would rather have him chase you down one of the nights, I would gladly stay by to watch.”
“You’re being quite the temptress today, aren’t you?” I drop my hand from her throat to slap her on her hardened nipple. “Give me a minute, and we can pick up where we left off.”
Once she’s out the door, my back hits the cold wooden door behind me. “Do you try to make me go crazy, or is this a natural talent of yours?”
I shrug, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands drop to my ass cheeks to pull me up his body. “It is a natural talent of mine to piss you off.”
“And you complain about Stella being a brat. She must have learned it from you.”
“Well, those who can, teach.”
“That’s not how the saying goes, Sweetness.”
“Whatever. Put me down, I have shit I have to do.”
Reluctantly, I’m placed on my feet. “I spoke with Bill and a couple of the other security people over the weekend to ensure your safety.”
Nodding, I continue to pack. “Yes. I heard from Bill that you have inquired about the rules.”
“Have you been chased?”
I giggle. “No. I’m the one doing the chasing and capturing. Stella and I have been doing this for the last couple of years.”
“And where is her boyfriend at during these activities?”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes, thinking about Deacon. He’s such a little bitch when it comes to my relationship with Stella. “He’s there. He mostly stays off to the side, talking to others.”
“Mmm,” he breathes, sitting on the side of my bed. He is taking out my lingerie, which I have packed, and waggles his eyebrows at them. “How do these weekends get set up?”
As I continue packing, I wink at him. “Well, it started a couple of years ago when I wanted to start doing more primal play. It kind of morphed from there. Stella was talking about it with one of her other friends in the lifestyle, and she mentioned it to her Dom.” After throwing in a couple of pairs of pants, I go into my bathroom to grab my toiletries.
“The Doms and Dommes meet in advance to explore our limits before bringing in our subs to discuss theirs. We all have an agreement over if we will share or if we are collared to one. Stella doesn’t like to play with others, so I collar her for the weekend. ”
“Interesting.”
I peek around the door to see him rubbing his bottom lip. “Max, do you want to play this weekend?”
He scoffs. “I would do it with you.”
“You would allow for me to chase you through the twenty acres of farm land and woods?” I ask.
Chuckling, he zips up one of my bags. “Nah, Sweetness. I would chase you through it. And I would catch you every time.”
“Are you sure about that?” I’m goading him. I know I’m flirting with fire, but I’m addicted to pushing his buttons.
He stalks to me in the bathroom with his hips pinning me against the vanity. My mouth pops open from the onslaught of him. I feel his teeth bite into my pulse point, and hear his growl throughout my nervous system. “What do you have to lose?”
“Fine. If Stella is okay with going second, you can try to find me tonight.”
He smiles a devious smile. “This is going to be fun, baby.” With one more hard bite, he smells my hair. “I put in another outfit in your bag. We have to leave in half an hour. I’m going to call Joey to come.”
What the actual fuck did I just agree to?
After I have zipped up the rest of my suitcases, I meet Max in the hallway. He grabs the handle of my bag and places his hand at the small of my back.
I’m fighting my urges to take his hand off my back and twist it behind his. How dare he think he can top me like this? He’s going to be embarrassed when he can’t fucking find me tonight.