Chapter 15

"Sit with me," Delilah's sultry tone fills the candle-lit room as she motions for me to join her on the loveseat.

Watching her flattened palm caressing the fabric, warming it for me, anticipation begins filling my eager core, fantasizing about what the three of us will do in this room. My heel lifts, barely an inch off the ground when my skin is scratched by Maddox's calloused palm. I shift my gaze to where his large hand tugs at my forearm, locking it in his strong, possessive grip.

"Stay," he commands. His words are primal yet effective as my foot plants itself on the ground, sinking deeper into his hold.

Delilah's mouth parts causing Maddox's curled fingers to dig deeper into my skin. "So…" her voice drags, trying to break this awkward standoff we find ourselves in. "What's next? Are you just planning on watching or are you going to join in?" Delilah directs her question to Maddox, whose pulse is throbbing through the web of veins that compete with his extensively inked arm.

I like the way his hands feel on me. The longer I'm rendered motionless by his touch, the more I wish he'd maintain the same vigor that he has on my arm and move it to my neck or even better…inside me.

As I expected he doesn't respond so I decide to take matters into my own hands, mess with him a little. Bobbing my head back in his direction, I tilt my chin, adjusting my gaze to his towering height. Purposefully angling my body so that I'm pressed against the vacancy of his broad chest, I lean further into him. I swear I can smell the need and anger ricochet from his skin, the closer my mouth hovers his concealed face, only adding to the desire I wish I didn't have for him.

My tongue skims my lips, teasingly rolling back into my mouth to speak. "Yeah, big guy," I breathe slowly, making every word exaggeratedly sultry to match the way my fingers are now tracing his impeccably sculpted body, trapped beneath a harness and all-black ensemble. Trailing my hand just above the zipper of his pants, I let it hover over his growing bulge. He lowers his head, placing his exposed ear to my lips as if he knows I'm about to say something that only he is meant to hear. I lean in closer so that my lips brush against his gauged ear. "You ready to have me finally scream your name when I come?"

A guttural moan vibrates against the plaster of his mask. "Only good girls get to scream my name."

"Ah, what a bummer. I don't like being good." I say, purposely egging him on.

The grip I almost forgot he had on my forearm tightens, sending a searing pain up my arm all while amplifying the pulsing need to be licked, fucked, just about anything right now.

"It is," he lifts his free hand to the button of his mask, exposing, once more, the lower half of his face. My gaze immediately zeros in on the massive split of his tongue that he is twirling like a charmed cobra. "Because I bet I could make you scream with this," he flicks the torn muscle, playing with it below his teeth a few times more before it sadly retracts. "But since you insist on being bad, I'll punish you with something…sharper. Unless of course, you want to beg for it. Maybe then I'll change my mind."

Swaying to my tip toes, so that I can easily trap the plug in his stretched ear between my teeth, I give it a forceful tug. Planting my mouth right at the shell of his ear, I try to stifle a laugh because I have no plan on whispering like I should be doing this close to his ear. Clearing my throat, I grin. "I don't beg for anything," I shout, causing his exposed jaw to tighten, clamping down on his teeth in utter annoyance. "Isn't that right, D?" I ask, signaling my free hand for her to join me.

Clicking her heels, she saunters over to my side. Draping her delicate arms over my shoulders, she pulls me towards her and away from a very angry Maddox.

"Mhm," she mumbles against my lips. It's been a while since D and I have hooked up, and I forgot how soft and attentive her kisses feel. Her pillowy lips mixed with her pierced tongue are ecstasy all on their own. So sorry to the owner of the forked tongue, but you snooze, you lose.

Maintaining our heated kiss, her hands glide down to my ass. Caressing it in her hands she guides us to the loveseat. I follow her lead as she lowers her back onto the smooth velvet, my body falling on top of hers.

The pace of our kiss revs up and even with my lids closed, enjoying every second of Delilah's familiar lips dancing with mine, I can feel his jealous glare intensifying, which only adds to my arousal.

A breathy moan falls from her lips as her head tips back, exposing her neck to me. Trailing soft kisses down her throat, I move my eager mouth to where her ample cleavage is on full display.

I palm her round breasts, caressing them in my hands and readying to free them from her one piece when I become abruptly aware of Maddox's hand at the back of my neck.

"What the fuck dude? You're hurting her!" Delilah shouts, springing up from where she was laying.

I wince because his harsh grip is only making my already wet pussy begin to throb.

"That's the point," he mutters, digging his fingers into my neck once more before releasing it. His large boots scuff against the floor as he takes a step forward, bringing his veiny forearm into my view as he kneels to the side of us. "What hurts her brings me pleasure, just like what hurts her makes her come. Isn't that right, Blair?" he's now directing his sinister tone to me.

My eyebrows shoot up, as a warm flush spreads across my cheeks, just thinking of what he's going to do to hurt me into orgasm.

"That's why I brought this," his voice drifts as he lowers to his knees. His hand digs into his back pocket. It's amazing how even kneeling down he towers over where we sit.

Delilah and I look at each other, puzzled as to what he can be searching for. "Here it is," he exclaims, sounding unexpectedly giddy.

He walks over to Delilah, his tattooed hand grazing her neck as his fingers slither their way to her chin. "Open," he commands.

Confused, she darts her eyes over to me, unsure if she should follow his directive.

"Go ahead," I whisper to her, and only because I said so, she opens her mouth, extending the pad of her tongue outward, revealing her surgical steel barbell with its neon pink cap.

"Good girl," he praises her, darting his eyes over to me, condescendingly. I watch as his hands unscrew the ball of her piercing.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm going to switch the cap of her barbell to something I think you'll enjoy more," he replies, not breaking the concentration he has on her tongue as he screws the new piece on. "All done."

I watch D adjust to the sharpened end of her barbell as Maddox clears his throat in a low growl, grabbing my attention.

"See how easy that was?" Maddox asks, directing his question to me.

I shrug.

"See how fucking simple it is to be a good girl? All you have to do is obey and things would be a lot easier for you. But since you insist on being a stubborn little slut, you're going to be treated like one."

His hand grazes Delilah's chin once more, though his touch is gentler than how it was on me. "Now, put that tongue of yours to good use on our friend over here while I fix myself a drink," he instructs, already moving across the room to the small and fully stocked bar cart.

D nestles herself closer to where we are sitting next to each other. "Quite the voyeur this one," she whispers in my ear.

Ha, you have no idea.

I don't respond with more than a subtle chuckle. I'm too busy watching him pour a generous glass of whiskey into the iceless glass. "You ok with this?" she breathes leaning in closer to my ear.

"Yes," I consent. "It's not like we haven't done this before," I wink.

Hesitancy robs her expression. "Yes, but not with this," she pauses, sticking out her tongue. The new addition to her piercing gleams against the candles that line the room. "Or with him," she nudges her head to where Maddox is finishing pouring his whiskey. "Are you sure?"

"Exactly, show him how good you know how to make me feel. Seriously, D, I'm fine," I reassure her again.

Swirling his glass, he clears his throat. "I paid a lot of money to have this year's Katrina and I don't want our entire evening spent in this suffocating room. Get going. Lick her while I watch."

Ha. Stalkers and their need to be voyeurs, how predictable.

Her fingers begin to cast the leather and harness to the side as she teases my wet warmth with the tip of her tongue. She's only a few gentle strokes of her tongue in when Maddox clears his throat again. "Use the piercing. Make her bleed," he commands.

I peer down at her. She looks nervous.

"It's okay D," I whisper, lifting my hips up and closer to her mouth. "I want you to," I add with a breathy moan.

She expels a warm breath onto my clit before kissing it. My head falls back, allowing myself to surrender to the intoxicating mixture of her warm, skillful tongue and the sharp accessory added to it.

A moan falls from her busy mouth, vibrating against my center causing prickles to invade my skin. I can tell from the way she is alternating between focusing her attention to my clit and dragging her tongue into the center of my pussy, she's becoming more at ease with the spiked cap of her piercing.

My hips buck forward, grinding against her face when I peel my gaze from her to my masked devil whose eager eyes are glued onto me.

"It feel good, princess?" he mumbles against the glass that's tipped to his lips.

"Yes," I pant, writhing my hips more against Delilah's tongue.

He walks over to where Delilah is ravishing my pussy. Seriously, I forgot how fucking good she makes me feel. So much so that I don't know how much longer I'm going to last.

I try closing my eyes instead of looking at him watching while she fucks me with her mouth, hoping that I can last a little longer. That hope is quickly shattered when I feel the stinging sensation of something being poured on my pussy.

"Drink it," he commands Delilah, and I feel like I'm going to come undone watching him pour the amber liquid down my slick entrance and into her mouth.

She moans ravenously as she laps up the poured whiskey that has now mixed with my abundant arousal.

"Good girl," he claps, straightening his spine to head back for what looks like another glass of whiskey.

"Fuck," I screech, watching Delilah's tongue scratch and lick the whiskey from me. "I'm going to come," I pant. D picks up the speed, now darting her tongue in and out of my center, fucking me with her jagged tongue piercing.

My eyes clamp shut as I prepare for the waves of my impending orgasm to rush my body. Delilah curls her fingers into my pussy, matching the tempo of her tongue, summoning my release from me. I feel it. I'm so close. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I feel my wet walls about to clamp around her fingers.

"That's it," I hear his voice encourage, just as my body is about to descend into bliss. "She's almost there," he hisses.

My lips part, a gasp of panted air breaks from them just as my heart rate accelerates to an alarming speed. I'm going to come, every part of my body tingling as the crest of my orgasm is about to crash down on my body.

Mouth agape, I release a moan which is quickly stifled by the burning of whiskey being poured down my throat. "Stop," he commands Delilah and, much to my shock and fucking horror, she listens, leaving me in this odd limbo of release and still needing more.

I try to cough, but all it does is gargle the slow and persistent flow of booze that he's pouring down my mouth.

My neck feels like it's on fire from the competing muscle of his tongue flicking at my skin, moving violently to my ear. "Tell me, how long did it take for him to croak from the cocktail you poured down our friend's throat tonight, Blair?" he pauses, prying my mouth open even more with his other hand, drowning me in the reality that he knows yet another one of my secrets.

The alcohol burns down my throat as my mind races.

Was that the flash of light I thought I saw? Did he fucking install a god damn camera in my house?

"That's a good hellcat." He purrs into my ear before, "I know what a fan you are of swallowing. Good thing he was too, otherwise he'd still be alive. Isn't that right?"

I spring upward, trying to catch my breath from where he was whiskey-boarding me, is that even a thing? I really wish I killed him when I had the chance because now I'm just horny and angry.

"Ah, that was fun." He claps like the sadistic fuck he is. "You can go now, Delilah," he instructs. "We are on a tight schedule Delilah, you did a great job in helping me edge our friend, but we're done here," he sneers.

She rises, huffing in anger. "Fuck you, you sick fuck. Blair, are you okay?" she asks, rubbing her hand at my back.

I dart my angry eyes at him as I answer her. "I'm fine. Just make sure you leave my knife by the bar."

Her gaze meets where mine is seething in his direction. "You don't have to tell me twice."

She moves toward the door, the hinges squeal as she opens it, though she remains in the threshold of the doorway.

"Yeah, got it. Just remember the club closes early tonight, if you don't bring her back by midnight, there will be hell to pay. Oh and Blair, don't hold back on this asshole. Stab him where it really hurts." Not waiting for a response, she leaves, slamming the door behind her.