Page 17 of Wickedly Played

I pull the rope back against me several times, making her smash into my hips. My dick is painfully hard, and I know she can sense it by the gasp she makes.

“Oh, shit. That’s so hot!” The man moans. “Do it again!”

Serena looks at me with her dilated eyes and her lips parted. With a nod, I do it again four more times.

“Yes!”

I look at my girl in my arms to see her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

Stella gets on the floor in front of Serena. I see her fingers dancing up her thighs until she gets to her pussy. With a quick push, Serena’s underwear is pushed to the side, and Stella’s tongue is massaging her clit. I can’t help it that I thrust into her back again.

“Lover, make me come.” Serena’s moan is loud as it rings through the display room.

Stella looks at me first and then back at her Domme. Letting her go, I take a step back and go to the other side of the room again. I would love to stick my fingers through her wet pussy, finger fuck her, and then drive my tongue through her honey. Once she’s come, I would love to fuck her from behind until we both forget what day it is.

Serena’s moans are loud as they shake through the room. I try to think of literally anything other than how I would make her moan louder. I bet she would scream when she feels me between her thighs.

Chapter Seven

STALKER

That bodyguard needs to go. How dare he touch her like that? Is it bad enough that I share Serena with Stella and the others, but to share with Max? That’s fucking bull shit.

I have done some digging into him. He’s not as wholesome as he pretends to be. The rat bastard has pissed off his fair share of ladies.

Plus, I have found something significant that I can’t wait to share with him.

I wonder how Serena will feel if she knows about Max’s previous relationship.

Shit, I bet that would get her to fire him. The sooner he’s gone, the better.

My dearest love,

I don’t know why you continue to deny me. You put your love into me, but you won’t commit to me. We are meant to be together. I hate to sound dramatic, but if you don’t get rid of the bodyguard, I’m going to have to take mattersinto my own hands. You wouldn’t like my methods, my dearest love. You have been warned.

Your truest love

Chapter Eight

SERENA

To say I’m utterly confused is an understatement. What the hell was that? Max was hard. I felt his erection against my ass as he thrusted his hips into me. Is he into me?

My last two clients were easier to work with than the demonstration. I tied them up, spanked them with a whip a couple of times, earned my money, and then changed to leave. Max waited for me outside of both of my sessions and placed his hand on the small of my back to lead me to the dressing room. Once we’re back in my SUV, I put my head on the cold glass of the window.

I’m horny. There is no other way to describe the ache between my thighs despite Stella getting me off earlier. Sure, Stella’s mouth is pretty great, but it didn’t stop my mind from imagining Max between my thighs. His tongue is deliciously buried inside of me. Or bent over with him pile driving inside of me from behind.

“I’m sorry,” Max breaks the heated air.

Shaking my head to clear it, I look over at him. “For?”

He clears his throat. “I shouldn’t have taken Deacon’s place like that. That was unprofessional of me.”

I shrug. “It is okay. I’m not mad. You do have a lot of skill with tying people up,” I try to lighten the mood.

“It was my job to be good with rope. I’ve been trained to do this for many years. I promise I won’t cross the line again,” he says.

“Did you like it?”