Page 49 of Wickedly Played (Checkmate #1)

Well, I guess he isn’t as good as he said he was.

It has been fifteen minutes since the final shot rang out into the night, and I’m still standing.

Suck it, Max! We should have made a wager that if he couldn’t find me, I would be the one who got to top him tonight.

I would love to see him suspended on the cross, completely at my mercy.

My core floods with the rush of my arousal at the thoughts of forcing him to watch Stella and I play together and he couldn’t do anything.

That would be what he got for putting the ball gag in my mouth last week.

Cheeky asshole.

I hear rustling next to me, causing me to run from underneath my hiding place.

I have been hiding behind the old tractor's tire this whole time, so it makes sense I would have to move. Quickly, I bolt off to the trees next to the tractor for another hiding spot. He can’t find me here.

He’s never been to the arena and doesn’t know the layout like I do.

I was the one who planned everything here.

Stella has hid behind this tractor numerous times, and her anxiety of getting caught had been too much for her, and she would give herself up after a while.

Korn’s Coming Undone begins to filter out of the stereo speakers as I reach the tree.

Thud!

“Ouch!” I scream out.

Max has pinned me against the tree. My arms are being tied around the tree in seconds. “You thought you were safe, didn’t you?” Max’s growl in my ear has my thighs rubbing together for friction.

My natural instincts begin to kick in as I try to kick his shins with my boot.

I hit him in the knee, causing him to slap me hard on the ass.

His meaty hand wraps around my neck, squeezes, and brings my face back to him.

I feel his teeth sink into my earlobe with a piercing pain flying through my frazzled nerves.

“Fuck you!” I yell.

He chuckles mirthlessly. “Fuck me? That’s cute, Sweetness. I don’t think you are in the position to make threats. Do you?”

I struggle against his hold, but he has my throat in his hand, and his teeth on my earlobe. With my hands tied around the tree, all I can do is thrust my ass out to knock him off of me. “You got lucky!” I taunt. “Just because you got me, doesn’t mean you got me.”

Max lets my ear go with his teeth, and his hands pull to the waistband of my leggings. Once he has them shoved down to my thighs, I feel his hands at my feet and then the bite of the robe is tying me to the bottom of the tree.

“Just think, I was going to go easy on you. Now, I have to rough you up. I wanted our first time to be special, baby,” he teases. I feel his teeth bite into the fleshy part of my ass.

“Ow!” I howl.

“Please fight more. It gets me so hard watching you struggle against me.”

“You’re a sick bastard,” I hiss.

His fingers dance around my legs to reach the part of me that aches for him more than I’m willing to admit. My pride won’t let me admit how turned on I am. How much I want him in this moment. I couldn’t tell him.

I feel his digits slipping through the seam of my pussy, then brushing against my swollen clit.

“Just what I thought. You’re so turned on.

Look at how wet you are for me,” he continues to goad me.

His teeth bite me harder on the ass as my orgasm is ebbing through my body. “No, not yet. You want to come?”

I’m nodding feverishly against the tree. “Yes, please.”

Suddenly, I feel the loss of his body heat, which makes me miss him.

I hear the switch of his knife being open, and my pussy is slippery wet from the anticipation.

Before it pierces my skin, I hear the clink of his belt buckle being undone, and then the leather sliding through his pants.

The blunt force of the leather hitting my ass has my back bowing from the intensity of it.

“Holy shit!” I squeal.

Two more slashes of the belt, and I’m floating to a place I have never experienced before.

In the back of my mind, I know Max is going to take care of me, even if he’s pushing me further than I have ever been pushed.

The belt is then wrapped around my neck, bringing me back to rest my head against his chest.

“Are you ready?” His words are promising.

“This all you got?” I throw back at him.

“You want more?”

“I want you to give me what you promised. I thought you were going to be something bigger than this!” I’m talking so much shit. I know I’m dangerously close to losing the last of my pride.

The belt tightens enough to cause black spots to float behind my eyes. I feel him press something into my hand, wrapped around the tree. He gives me a bell to drop, telling him it's too much. One hand is holding the belt around me, and then the other is pushing his pants down to free his cock.

I feel his slippery mushroom head sliding through my ass, through my thighs, until it slips up to hit my clit.

I try to moan, but it comes out choked. With one thrust of his hips, he is buried to the hilt inside of me.

My body tries to fight him off, even though I don’t want him to stop.

I want whatever he is going to give me, but I can’t let him know.

The belt is loosened around my neck, and both of his hands grab my hips to pull me out so he can fuck me harder from behind. I gasp at the onslaught of air that flows through my body. “Yes!” I cry.

“Shut your dirty mouth. You’ve been talking so much shit,” he bites out.

One of his hands leaves my hips, but his punishing thrusts don’t stop there.

My ass feels the brutal punishment of his hips as he fucks me so hard, I know I’m going to be feeling this later.

Just when I’m about to come- I feel my orgasm right in front of me- the tip of his knife cuts into my tit again.

“I love watching you bleed.”

“Oh yeah? How are you going to know if it was from your knife or from the bark of the tree?” I tease.

The knife’s edge continues its assault on my skin for another couple of inches. Once it goes a little deeper, I scream through my orgasm. It comes crashing through me before I can stop it.

“That’s right, Sweetness.”

Within three more thrusts, he’s emptying himself inside of me.