28. Nikolai

Chapter 28

Nikolai

"Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker," I watched as Maddy muttered to herself in the bathroom mirror. She hadn't noticed me standing in the doorway yet, and I was more than happy to just sit and watch her struggle.

Slamming her hands down on the counter, she took two deep breaths, closing her eyes and, very obviously, controlling that delicious little temper of hers.

"Not once, not twice, but three motherfucking times I've tried to braid you, and still you will just…not… cooperate," she quietly seethed, ripping out the braid and running a brush through her thick waves angrily.

I had quickly learned that Maddy's hair turned into a frizz ball at the slightest hint of moisture in the wind, meaning that the heat and humidity of summer were her greatest nemeses. She hated it. Me? I thought it made her look wild and gorgeous. But I was a guy. What did I know?

She opened the cabinet above the sink, pulled out a spray bottle, and wetted her hair down with a scowl on her face.

"If my fucking hair won't listen to me dry, then maybe getting it wet will make it obey," she hissed to her reflection. It was almost impossible to hold back my chuckle at her absolutely adorable tirade.

"I swear, if you don't braid this time, I will just shave you off."

"That seems a bit drastic, doesn't it, love?" I finally uttered, nearly scaring her out of her wits as she jumped nearly a foot into the air.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror's reflection, her look of shock quickly shifting to one of sly delight.

"Listen, if you think I am a brat, you haven't gone toe-to-toe with this frizz ball I used to call hair."

Twisting and twirling her hair into a braid formation with movements I could not begin to comprehend, she finally got it right, tying the elastic around the end to hold it in place.

"It looks perfect," I praised her, moving into the bathroom until I stood behind her, hands on her hips as I pressed kisses along the back of her shoulders. She smelled like fucking heaven — and I was the lucky man who was about to make her fall from grace straight into the fiery depths of sin.

"Thank you." She sighed happily, though I couldn't tell if her joy was with me or with her now compliant tresses.

"So, are you ready, princess?" The very sound of her honorific on my lips made her shiver with anticipation. Those names, those almost sacred honorifics we had chosen, had taken on a new meaning after our emotional declarations for one another. Long gone was the casual, for-the-time-being dynamic we had once initiated. We had discussed beginning a new dynamic after that night, a week ago.

Jesus, had it already been a week? Time seemed to blend together here, and while I wasn't complaining, it was hard to keep track.

"Yes, Sir. I'm ready," she answered after a moment, our eyes meeting in the mirror's reflection.

"Good girl." I kissed the top of her head, then smacked her ass sharply as I turned towards the door.

"Can you ever just be good?" she teased with a roll of her eyes.

"Princess, I can be a damned saint," I smirked with a cock of my eyebrow, turning to pull her to me. I kissed up the length of her neck, indulging myself with her delectable scent once more as I whispered, "But I never said I wasn't a sinner."

Slapping her ass one last time for good measure, I headed for the door to prepare for our scene. "Be down in the playroom in fifteen minutes, princess. We're going to have some fun tonight."

The way her eyes sparkled sent shivers through my body and straight to my cock. She nodded eagerly in agreement as I closed the door to allow her some peace and quiet.

It was time for Sir to come out and play.

A short while later, I had prepared the playroom, checking it over twice as I waited for Maddy to come down from my room and join me.

I had big plans for today. We had played lightly over the last week, but after the firefight at the other safe house, we had both needed some downtime, some time to decompress. On top of that, the emotional weight of expressing our feelings, of turning this casual affair into a real relationship — well, that just took work.

Finally, things had calmed down. We had both found ourselves desperate to have a real, lengthy scene together. It wasn't just a desire. It was a goddamn need.

As I played out my plans in my mind, my cock grew hard, begging to be touched, tasted, and to be buried deep inside her slick pussy as soon as fucking possible.

I squeezed my length through my pants, hoping to ease the ache just a bit.

Finally, the door behind me opened. Maddy walked in, clad in nothing but the simple silk bathrobe I had bought for her as a surprise.

In all honesty, it was more for me than for her. Not only did she look incredible in it, it was a pain in the ass having to remove our clothing every time we wanted to come down here and play. This made things much, much easier.

"Well, hello, princess," I said with a smile. "Come in and stand beside me. Present form."

The smile that lit up her face at my command warmed my heart. The postural commands were new to her, and not something I engaged in often, especially recently. Truth be told, I rarely got to that point with a submissive, only using it if the submissive themself requested it, and even then, I rarely felt comfortable with it.

But things were different now.

"We are going to do things a little differently tonight, love." I kissed the top of her forehead, unable to stop myself from reaching out and touching her, even if it wasn't how I traditionally began a scene. Everything was different now. Everything had changed, now that Maddy was in my life.

"Yes, Sir," she said, her eyes lowered and her hands clasped firmly behind her back, a coquettish smile curling the edges of her pretty little mouth.

"Tonight, I'm going to have some fun. You, on the other hand… Well, that's a different story." I took her by the hand, leading her to the side of the bed, where a black drawstring bag lay on the floor.

"What's that?" she asked, having been pulled from her position, her eyes following my movements as I placed the bag on the bed and opened it.

"Tonight we are going to be exploring bondage."

"Bondage? As in rope?" she asked, a glint of excitement brightening her eyes.

"Well, yes, and no." I pulled a handful of clothespins all linked together with twine from the bag, setting them on the bed for her to see. "Tonight we are going to be exploring predicament bondage."

"Didn't we do that once before? With the weights?"

"Funny you should mention that, actually." I pulled a weight from beneath the bed; a much heavier weight than we had used before.

"Uh, Sir…" she said worriedly, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'm a strong girl, but maybe not that strong."

"Trust, princess. Trust your Sir, and know that I will steer you in the right direction. I promise." I threw her a wink as I lay the connected pins on the bed, straightening the strands for ease of use.

"Now, this isn't going to work if you are still wearing that robe of yours. Off with it, and make sure you place it on the hook," I said, pointing to the small hook I'd installed near the door just yesterday.

Almost skipping, she ran over to the hook, untying the sash of her robe and hanging it on the hook, just as I had instructed.

The curves of her body, now fully on display, pulled my attention completely, the strands of twine and clothespins forgotten for a solitary moment.

As she turned, my breath caught in my throat. Her body, from top to bottom, was utter perfection. It had only been just over a month since I had first set eyes on her, and still, it was like the first time, every single time.

"On the bed with you." I snapped my fingers, pointing to the bed. "I want you on your back, arms stretched above your head, and legs uncrossed. Remember, we agreed there would be no malicious compliance this evening. This is not the time to let that brat attitude fly. Not like that, at least."

"That's okay, Sir," she said, kissing my cheek as she hopped up on top of the bed, mindful of the strands of pins and twine as she lay back against the pillows in exactly the position I had commanded. "There's always my mouth."

"Oh, princess. Little do you know," I chuckled. Tonight was going to be fun.

I set the bag back on the floor, leaning over the bed to kiss her sassy little mouth before I grabbed the first strand of pins.

"Pain is not just about impact. Pain can come in many forms, and tonight, you're going to learn all about that. Now, take a deep breath for me."

I watched her take a deep, steadying breath before I pinched a small fold of skin just beside her nipple. Moving with deliberate care, mindful that there was no twisting, I placed the first pin.

She gasped, her eyes widening before she calmed once more.

"How does that feel, princess?" I asked, checking in with her.

"Honestly, not so bad, Sir," she answered with a shrug. I took the placed pin in between two fingers, tugging on it slightly. She whimpered; a fucking beautiful sound.

"Want to know a secret?" I asked, my lips curling into a devilish smirk as I leaned down close to her ear. She nodded, biting her lower lip as I chuckled. "It's not the application that hurts."

I tugged hard on the pin, not opening it as it pulled off her skin with a sharp snap. She gasped, her eyes opening wide and her back arching.

"It's the removal." I winked, replacing the pin in the same location before moving to the next.

I worked quietly, shushing her as I placed pin after pin in a circular pattern around one breast. Each pin pulled the skin tighter, increasing the dull, achy pain.

She hissed, moaned, and squirmed beneath my ministrations. It was fucking glorious to watch.

"Deep breaths. You can do this," I encouraged her as I placed the last three pins on her other breast. Standing back for a moment, I looked down at my handiwork. Each breast was circled with numerous pins — easily over a dozen on each — with the end of each length of twine settled over the corresponding shoulder.

"You are utter perfection, princess. Did you know that?" I praised, leaning down to kiss her. "Now for the next ones."

"There's more?!" she shrieked, her feet wiggling in nervous anticipation. Utter perfection.

"Absolutely." I grabbed the next strand, placing them in a straight line up one thigh, then grabbing the last strand to do the same on the other. She shivered, writhed, and moaned as each pin was applied, making my cock weep with arousal at every turn.

"Alright, princess. Take my hands." I held out both hands to her, helping her to sit up as she winced and hissed, the pins pulling at her skin with every tiny movement.

I helped her to the edge of the bed, placing her on her knees. I reached back into the bag, pulling out a long length of rope. Feeding it through a simple pulley system that hung above the bed, I attached the weight to the opposite end, setting it on the bed for the time being.

Next to the bed, on a small side table, sat a set of simple leather cuffs. I grabbed them, rounding the bed as I pulled her hands behind her back, holding her captive to whatever I chose to do to her delicious little body.

Every time I moved her, she whimpered and groaned, the pins already working their magic over her body. Attaching the cuffs together, I made my way back to the other side of the bed, needing to see her face as I finished the delicious predicament I had devised.

Taking the end of the rope that wasn't tied to the weight in one hand, I stared into her eyes.

"Open," I commanded, my voice firm and my cock throbbing as she looked up at me in shock.

"You want me to put the rope in my mouth?" she questioned, eyeing me warily. The mental sadism I was subjecting her to was sweeter than the most potent form of ecstasy.

"Yes, princess, I do. You see, that's the joy of predicament. You're going to hold this position, keeping the rope held between your teeth, until I release you. If you scream, or cry out, opening your mouth, the rope will drop, and—"

"Oh, fuck." Her whispered curse, spoken so low it was more to herself than to me, was music to my ears. I wanted her off-kilter, completely unable to guess what would happen next. It heightened the scene; it heightened her senses and would make everything much more intense.

"Oh fuck is right, princess," I chuckled sinisterly.

I gathered the four strips of twine that connected all the clothespins and tied them expertly to the rope just below where it would go into her mouth. Her whimpers of fear and distress were fucking magical. Sonnets were written for less. Truly and honestly.

"If you let go of the rope, all the pins come off. All at once." Her eyes pleaded with me, begging for mercy. Mercy, I had no intention of showing her. Not tonight.

"Now be a good girl and open that bratty little mouth of yours." I slipped the rope into her mouth, urging her to clamp down on it, then slowly lowered the weight off the bed until it hung suspended through the pulley system. As soon as she held it steady, acclimating to the feel of the weight, I helped her to shift on her knees correctly, guiding her into a more comfortable position. This would be over far too quickly if she couldn't even hold the position.

I left her there on the bed whimpering softly as I walked across the room, smiling at the sound of her symphony of cries. I opened the third drawer, pulling out a short crop that she had grown to adore over the past week.

"I have a special toy for you, princess," I teased her in a sing-song voice, walking back towards the bed and holding the long, thin rod up for her to see. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating with a mixture of desire and anguish. I chuckled, the sound low and sinister in my throat.

I went to work straight away. Lining up my first swat, I flicked my wrist, the soft leather pad snapping right over her thigh, slightly to the side of the clothespins. She gasped, nearly releasing the rope. I watched in utter delight as her eyes darted back and forth with worry.

"Exactly, princess. This isn't going to be easy. Not one bit." My strikes flew faster, landing over her thighs, back, and sides, both hard and soft, never letting her know what was coming next.

"Stay still." My eyes met hers, urging her to obey a mere moment before I let the crop fly, landing directly on her clothespin-laden tits. She keened as two clothespins slipped off of her breasts painfully, hanging from the twine that connected them to the rest of the web.

"Shh," I urged her, my eyes locked on hers as she matched her breathing with my own. "Good girl. Again."

I swatted at her breasts again, right over the clothespins, letting them spring off of her skin in little bursts of pain before moving down to her thighs and doing the same thing all over again.

Swat after swat landed with perfect accuracy, her groans turning to whimpers and then to hissing breaths that told me she was cursing the day I was born with every strike.

Little red marks marred her perfect body. Each mark was like my own personal signature, claiming her as my own. I made a mental note to mark her more often. There was something primal and caveman-like that rose within me, seeing my marks on her skin.

I tossed the crop onto the bed, abandoning it. I had to get my hands on her. I was desperate to touch that soft, supple skin, to tease and torture her into oblivion.

My fingers found the stiff peaks of her nipples, tugging and twisting each of them until she groaned and hissed around the rope. Each tug and twist on her tender flesh caused the remaining pins to pull just to the point of pain before releasing.

My fingers swirled over her clit, strumming it like one would a guitar as my eyes locked in on hers, teasing her to the brink of insanity and back again as she dripped over my fingers.

"Such a sloppy wet cunt, princess." I teased her, licking my fingers clean as she watched every movement of my tongue with a hunger that echoed my own. "But Christ Almighty, do you taste good."

I could not hold back my groan of desire , wanting nothing more than to slide underneath her, licking and lapping all those sweet juices up. But that was not on the menu for tonight, unfortunately.

Reaching around her body, I plucked the small bullet vibrator from the bed, turning it on and pressing it against her clit. She whimpered, begging me with her eyes to make it end.

"Easy now, princess. This is just a warmup. Trust me, this isn't even the hard part… yet. " She whimpered beautifully at my words, the rope still held tightly between her teeth. As soon as my command reached her ears, her eyes popped open wide, whining. She couldn't speak the words, but the glare she tried to level me with was exquisitely divine. I cackled, reveling in her torture. This was heaven. This right fucking here.

"You can be salty about it all you want, but that's not going to make this any easier."

Reveling in utterly diabolical delight, I pressed the button on the vibrator, turning it up a notch. She keened loudly around the rope, struggling to keep it wedged in her mouth as her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears of torment and fear mixed with pleasure. Christ, my cock ached for her. It took everything I had not to halt this entire scene and just take her, here and now, for my own pleasure.

"In fact," I began, touching my fingers to her chin gently. "I'm pretty sure that during our last scene, you said, and I quote, it's not my fault you made it so easy . So, consider the game leveled up, princess. You wanted harder, harder is what you'll get."

I walked away from her, around the bed, and towards the dresser where all the toys were stored. My cock was screaming for relief, dripping with need for her. I squeezed my hand around it, hoping to stave off my desperation for a little while longer. If there was anything about this that was harder , it was me.

I pulled a new toy from the dresser drawer, one we had never used before. It was an inflatable plug, designed to be inserted and then pumped up, much like a blood pressure cuff… but nothing like it at all, at the same time. I pumped the balloon end a few times, making sure all was well before joining her by the bed once more.

Pumping the toy up twice, I positioned myself back in front of her, taking advantage of the fact that her eyes were tightly closed, unable to see what I was doing. Pouring a few drops of lube onto the toy, I slipped it between her folds, gently sliding it deep inside her wet, throbbing cunt.

"That's my girl. Take it in deep for your Sir," I whispered darkly against the sensitive part of her spine, at the nape of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine, and I swore I could hear her curse to herself in unintelligible words, muttering around the rope.

Smirking to myself, I kept my gaze trained on her face, needing to see her face as I inflated the toy inside of her depths.

"Deep breath for me, princess." I squeezed the balloon end three times in a row, inflating the toy inside of her. The way her eyes went wide in shock for a moment made my cock harden even more. She didn't move. Didn't breathe. The feeling must have been overwhelming. "Breathe for me. You can take it."

Three more pumps of the balloon inflated the toy inside her enough that she whimpered, the sound turning to a groan as pleasure overtook the shock of being stretched wide.

"Come on, princess, you can do better than that." I was teasing her, egging her on. We both loved it — lived for it — in our scenes, and this one was no different. "If you can take my fist, you can take this toy."

My eyebrows raised as she squirmed slightly, immediately wincing as the clothespins pulled against her skin, much to my everlasting delight.

"I bet you feel so full, don't you, baby?" I teased playfully, pressing against her abdomen to apply more pressure against her G-spot. I pressed the buzzing bullet against her clit once more, overloading her with sensation as she trembled and worked to keep a hold of the rope in her mouth.

She knelt, body vibrating, keening pitifully as she struggled to maintain her control.

"Oh, did I forget to mention? You're not allowed to cum." I could barely hold back my snicker as she sneered at me. Fuck me, if looks could kill, I'd be a dead man. My cock dripped with need as I watched her struggle, basking in the glory of it.

"You know what? Let's make this a real challenge, shall we?" Her eyes widened, shaking her head back and forth twice before wincing as the pins pulled taut. I couldn't help but cackle as one pin tugged right off of her skin.

"Tsk, tsk. You better be careful, princess, or this is going to go very badly very quickly," I chastised her, reattaching the pulled clothespin to her breast. I took the opportunity to re-apply some of the other ones I'd hit off of her with the crop, for good measure. I couldn't have her thinking I was taking it easy on her, after all.

She groaned deeply, almost gutturally, the pain worse now that the pins had been removed and reapplied. The blood rushing back into the area made the skin incredibly sensitive.

I pulled another toy from behind her where I'd placed it on the bed. This time, it was one of my favorite toys: a satisfier. A delightfully sadistic toy that vibrated and sucked, perfect for a pretty little clit like hers. Spreading her pussy lips with one hand, I placed the suction cup right over her tender little nub.

"Now, you're ready for a real challenge." She rolled her eyes and I could only smirk, my eyes remaining utterly focused on hers as I pressed the on button with diabolical glee.

She went utterly wild, thrashing and bucking and writhing around, consistently making each and every pin pull against her skin. If she wasn't careful, she would drop the damn rope, and this would be over before I'd had my fun. I wasn't about to let that happen.

"Come on, princess, you can do better than that. Hold it for me." With a firm grasp on her chin, I held her gaze to mine, keeping her right there — connected to me.

"Hold it for me. Hold it right there, princess."

"Mmr mrfff…" she whimpered around the rope. While it was completely unintelligible, I understood every fucking word. I knew exactly what she was telling me. It was all written, clear as day, in those vibrant, ocean-blue eyes.

"Oh, yes you can, love. Focus. Right here with me."

Whimpering and trembling, she struggled to hold on to her control.

"It's so bad, isn't it?" I was goading her, goading her so fucking beautifully it could have brought a tear to my sadistic eye. "You can do this. Right here with me. I'm going to count down. When I get to the end, you may cum. Nod if you understand."

She nodded, just barely, holding the rope between her clenched teeth as she teetered right on the brink of orgasm.

"Thirty… twenty-nine…"

She balked as she heard how high I was starting; making a ridiculous noise as her eyes popped open wide in shock and fear of failure.

I knew what would happen. I knew that she wouldn't be able to make it. I had designed it that way. She wouldn't be punished, not with anything more than funishments, at least. I wanted it. I wanted her to fail, to draw out the torture and titillating torment of our play. It wasn't a real failure, after all. It was just how we played.

As I counted down slowly, I watched her struggle. Her face told the story her words could not; all but begging me for relief or release. I didn't think she even knew which one.

"Fifteen…. fourteen…" My counting slowed, wishing to d raw it out, to make it more difficult. I expected to see her balk again, to whimper and whine. But instead, she gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing and brow furrowing as she found her strength.

And fuck me. It took my breath away. Mostly because her eyes stay locked on mine, focused and centered right on me. She didn't close them to seek inner strength. She stayed locked right here, in the moment, pulling strength from me, her Dominant.

My Dominant heart swelled to bursting in that moment, reveling in the way she buckled down and persevered.

Nothing in the world could have been more beautiful to me.

"That's it, love. Just like that. Right here with me." I coached her through it, pausing my countdown. She was so fucking close. Her strength and perseverance were the greatest gifts she could have given me during this time together. I was floored. I was honored. I was fucking ravenous for her.

"Five… four…"

She groaned loudly, almost lewdly, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Eyes!" I barked out sharply, her eyes popping open and finding mine again. "Don't give up yet. You're so close."

Running a hand over her hair, I willed my own strength to transfer from my body to hers through mere touch, giving her that extra bit of strength she needed to make it to the bitter end. My chest swelled with so much fucking pride I could barely contain it. It was goddamn breathtaking to behold. She was breathtaking to behold.

"Three…two… one…" And with my eyes locked on hers, I uttered my most poignant and vital command. "Now cum for me, princess. Cum like you've never cum before. Flood my hand."

I slipped my other hand between her thighs, holding the toy with one hand and pulling the inflatable toy out of her slowly with the other. The stretch launched her straight into the stratosphere, and her screams echoed around the room as her juices sprayed over my hand, drenching me, drenching the bed below us.

Thank fucking God I had purchased the waterproof mattress pad, or this would have been a much bigger mess to clean up later. Not that it mattered now.

Screams tore from her throat, raw and violent, as she came for me, finally releasing the rope from between her teeth. It flew upwards towards the pulley, gravity pulling the weight down to the floor where it crashed with a loud thud. But the most beautiful part was how the dozens of clothespins were ripped from her body in the span of two seconds, and how her eyes popped wide open in response.

Shock, pain, and incomprehensible pleasure wracked her body as her screams ended abruptly, her mouth still open wide as she went utterly silent, her body taut and frozen in a pleasure-induced spasm that she could not escape.

Gently, I removed the handcuffs that had held her arms behind her, then guided her down onto her back, the vibrating toy still held firmly against her clit. Her entire body was rigid, almost in a state of rigor mortis. Le petite mort, indeed.

"Don't stop, love. Cum for me again," I urged her, my cock literally dripping as I pressed the button on the satisfier for a third time. The suctioning vibration intensified, making her eyes roll back in her head with its intensity. I watched, hopelessly enraptured, as tears slid from the corners of her closed eyes, running down her face and to the pillow under her head.

She sobbed for me, her body arching clear off the bed as her delicious juices poured out, splashing over my hand and onto the bed for a second time.

"Yes," I growled, low and quiet, for her ears only.

Removing the toy from her finally, I tossed it to the side, my fingers immediately finding her clit again, strumming the over-sensitized nub lightly. I wasn't ready to quit yet. Not by a long shot. I wanted her weeping by the time I called the scene.

"You…y..you said…" she tried to speak, barely able to form words.

"Oh, I know what I said, princess," I said, kissing the tip of her nose. "I never said you could drop the rope, though. That was a choice. All your choice." Chuckling lightly, absolutely delighted with myself, I let my fingers continue slowly circling her aching clit.

"You…fucking… assho—" Before she could finish her foolish words, I pressed a finger to her lips. The exact same finger that had just been toying with that precious little nub I adored so much.

"Ah, ah, princess. I'd think twice before finishing that particular thought if I were you." I rubbed my wet finger over her lips, enjoying the way it wet her skin, making it shine with her cum. "However, you look so fucking pretty with your juices covering your face."

My hand slipped back between her thighs, finding her wet pussy again, and slipping two fingers inside of her. She groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head once more as I pushed her towards the edge of bliss. Two fingers became three as I hooked my fingers, finding her G-spot with a well-practiced ease. Her silken walls clenched around me faster and faster as she rushed headlong toward another climax.

She broke around my fingers, her orgasm crashing over her. No sooner had her orgasm begun to recede than I shifted over her, holding her head by the chin with one hand and smearing her juices all over her lips and cheeks with the other.

"Such a pretty little slut." My fingers found her pussy a third time, and while she shot razor-sharp daggers at me with her eyes, I could feel how the filthy words made her pussy so fucking creamy.

Leaning down, I ran my tongue over her luscious lips, tasting her cum.

"You taste even better this way. The only thing better is drinking your sweet nectar straight from the source." I shifted lower, intending to do just as I said, but she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

"Have something you want to say, princess?" I asked, my eyes lifting to meet hers.

"Yeah. Yeah, I fucking do." Her words were breathy, almost staccato in rhythm, but the look in her eyes was pure fire. Her passion matched my own, unrivaled and unparalleled.

Shifting on shaky limbs, she rose to her knees, pressing me down to the bed with a trembling hand until I lay prone on the bed below her. For a moment, I let her have her moment, handing over the reins, so to speak. She lowered her head to mine, kissing me slowly. As her kisses shifted, moving down my body, I groaned, reveling in the feel of her mouth on my skin.

She took me into her mouth, working her magic over me until I was groaning, fighting to hold back the orgasm that had been hovering just out of reach for far too long.

As she worked her mouth over me, her hand wrapped around the part she could not fit into her mouth and saliva dripping down my length, I lost my damn mind. My hands twisted in her hair, guiding her bobbing head up and down, her lips teasing me to the edge of insanity.

As I felt my balls lift, my orgasm imminent, I tugged on her hair gently. Need screamed through me, clawing at me in desperation to cum.

"Enough." I could barely hiss the words out, pulling her lips from my swollen, aching cock before I exploded in her mouth.

"Wait!" She pouted, whining her protestations "I wanted to—"

"Oh, I know what you wanted, princess. And trust me, that will happen. Soon. But I am going to cum in about thirty seconds, and I refuse to let that be in your mouth. Not when I felt how fucking perfect your cunt is."

I tugged on her arm, intending to guide her back down to me, but she was still shaky from her own multiple orgasms, and she landed in a heap against my chest. Helping her steady herself, she started to throw her leg over me, intending to straddle my hips.

"Wait," I said, halting her in her tracks.

Her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Turn around," I commanded with a smirk, unable to keep my eyes from flitting down to her breasts and back up again.

Without hesitation, she spun around, swinging her leg over me and straddling me backward, in full reverse cowgirl. My hands immediately steadied her hips, admiring the fucking incredible view I was afforded.

"Fuck me, that ass… that fucking perfect ass…" I murmured, running my hands over her curves as she lifted herself up.

"Lean forward, love."

Bending nearly in half, on all fours with her head positioned near my feet, she obeyed my command. My hands ran up the smooth expanse of her thighs, my fingers finding their way to her wet core. She keened, whimpering, as her ass wiggled for me.

"Fuck me, that's hot as hell, princess," I groaned, taking a moment to just watch the little show she put on for me.

"So wet for me, princess. So wet, and still so tight. Even after I stretched this pretty little pussy out." Guiding her back up, I slipped the head of my cock into her wet heat. As she settled onto my length, she sat up fully, changing the angle and adding pressure to every sensitive spot on my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head, completely forgetting how to fucking breathe. At the last second, she dropped down onto me, hard and fast.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! " I swore, seeing stars dance behind my eyes. Her tight, wet cunt squeezed around me, already milking me, begging my cock to fill her with my cum. And, God, how I wanted to. I was desperate for it; desperate to empty myself inside of her, splashing my cum against the walls of the most perfect pussy I'd ever felt.

She rode me like she was born to do it. Hips swiveling, back arching, and her body working over me with abandon, she looked like a siren. My eyes could not look away. She arched her back, her ass jiggling sensually with every swivel of those perfect, luscious hips.

"Ride me, baby," I urged her, feeling her squeeze around me, the walls of her cunt fluttering around me as her orgasm neared.

Thank fucking God, I swore in my mind, feeling my own orgasm teetering on the edge.

"Sir! Please… please! " She whimpered. She begged. She stole every ounce of self-control I had left. I gripped her hips to hold her steady, thrusting up into her cunt with wild abandon until we screamed together, our orgasms hitting one right after the other.

My hand wound around her braid, pulling her head back sharply and forcing her to arch her back drastically, changing the angle yet again. One orgasm became two, her pleasure unending as she rode me in short, staccato thrusts. I reared up, wrapping an arm around her and flicking her clit to prolong her pleasure as long as fucking possible.

Eventually, we both came down from the heights of orgasmic passion we had ascended together. I held her to me, reveling in the fluttering aftershocks of her countless orgasms as we both struggled to catch our breath. I helped her get down from her position, straddling me, and pulled her against my chest, holding her close.

Just as the sound of thunderous applause echoed throughout the room from the doorway.

Maddy gave a little shriek, trying to cover herself. In an instant, I was on high alert, pulling a pillow from behind my head to shield her naked body from whoever the fuck had dared to walk into the playroom unannounced and uninvited.

I mentally scolded myself for not locking the damn door and for not being more aware of my surroundings. Heart thundering, I looked towards the entrance to see none other than our long absent brother Carrick standing there, leaning against the now closed door with a dastardly smirk on his smug fucking face.

"Well, that's hands down the best welcome home I've ever received."

With a gasp, Maddy shifted the pillow lower, allowing her to see exactly who stood there at the door.

That motherfucker. I was going to pummel his ass — just as soon as I recovered from the unbelievable fucking orgasm she had just pulled out of me, like a siren ripping a man's soul out of his body. That was a fitting description of her, honestly. A beautiful, tempting siren.

"Carrick. Good to see you… pervy as you always are," I chuckled under my breath, with no small amount of annoyance.

Maddy struggled beside me, yanking at the covers that would not budge under our weight. By the time she got enough material free to cover herself more completely, the door had shut with a firm thud, leaving her and me alone together again.

"What the hell was that about?" she asked in a seething, hushed whisper.

I pressed my forehead to hers, pulling her close.

"Princess, the shenanigans are just getting started."