Page 63 of Wickedly Played

“God damn it. I forgot Stella, and I have dinner plans tonight.”

Max rolls off the bed, quickly pulls on his clothes, and then kisses me senseless once more before greeting my friend.

And sub.

I’m so screwed. I have never willingly given up control like this before. I have never felt safe enough to allow someone to command my body. To bring me pleasure I needed to feel fulfilled.

I don’t know what this means for me and Max. I don’t know if this means anything more than sex. I do know that I’m not going to be a girl about it and overthink it.

Stella and I are enjoying our first glass of wine as we wait for the appetizers to arrive atLe Chet.I know she’s dying to ask why I was late, and she had to get me. I have a stupid smile on my lips that won’t leave.

Max is seated at a table next to ours, and he’s currently assessing the area to see if anything is happening. I should feelsmothered by this, but after hearing him tell me that I’m his, I feel adored. Protected in a way I didn’t feel two hours ago.

“What happened?” Stella inquires.

I giggle. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t do that to me. You slept with Max, didn’t you?”

My face breaks out into a smile. I nod briefly.

“How was it?”

I whisper my answer as I can’t let Max hear it. “It was great.”

“I knew you guys were going to hook up.”

I gulp the rest of my wine and then switch to the water goblet.

She leans in close to me. “Is this going to be a normal thing?”

Shrugging, I answer honestly. “I’m not sure if he wants it to be,” I reply.

Max clears his throat next to me and leans over to whisper in my ear. “I already told you. Do I need to clear out this restaurant, pull your panties down, and fuck you again to remind you?”

My thighs tighten. “You wouldn’t.”

“Bet me, sweetness. I don’t need an excuse to spank that heart-shaped ass of yours.”

My lower muscles squeeze deliciously.

“Holy fucking shit,” Stella moans. “That is the hottest thing ever.”

Max’s lips curve into a smile against my skin. “Enjoy your dinner with her.”

“Serena… Oh my god. I might need to call Deacon to come visit me in the bathroom.”

I scowl at her. “Really, pet?”

Her eyelashes start to flutter. “I’m so sorry, Mistress.”

“I should make you get into position right now,” I threaten.

Stella and I continue our conversation seamlessly throughout dinner. Even though she’s my sub, she’s one of my only friends.

“I’m so full,” I groan while patting my stomach. “I’m going to go to the ladies’ room to check my makeup,” I let her know. After throwing my napkin on the table, I pull out my bank card to place on the table in case the waiter comes back to take care of the bill.

“Hurry up,” Max utters under his breath. I feel his eyes burning a hole in my flesh while I make the journey to the bathroom.