Page 77 of Obey

He groans again. “Yes,” he mumbles against my mouth. “Fuck, yes. I don’t want to be able to sit for a week when you’re done with me.”

“A whole month,” I say, and we both laugh, even though I don’t hate the idea of keeping Maddox face down on my bed, legs spread wide, so I can keep him fucked out for a month straight.

I reach down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. He’s already hard, too, and I wonder if that’s because of me or the whole evening.

I kiss him again, still gripping his cock—and squeezing even tighter, until he whimpers in pain and opens his mouth in a gasp.

When he wraps his arms around me, I shove him back against the wall again, grabbing his wrists to pin them in place. For all that he’s smaller than me, he’s not a small man, and I know he could break free if he wanted to.

The fact that he doesn’t is intoxicating to me. He may have complained last time about the lack of physical bondage, but he knows that not much would stop him if he really did want to get loose.

“You’d better keep quiet,” I say with a wicked grin. “Wouldn’t want Rebecca to come rushing in to check in on us.”

Maddox groans and shakes his head. “You fucking sadist. I bet you get off on me being forced to stay quiet.”

I chuckle and bite the lobe of his ear. “I do. I love seeing you squirm and writhe and desperately try not to cry out. You never managed, by the way. You just can’t keep those little noises to yourself.”

“I managed enough,” Maddox grumbles, but I’m not sure if that’s true.

I wonder how many people actually realized we were fucking.

I’ll damn well make sure they all know when we get back.

No more of Maddox going to BDSM clubs, no more letting anyone think they can get into his pants. No, they’ll all know he’s mine.

Well, maybe we can go to one of those clubs together, and I’ll have a leash around his neck so nobody gets any ideas.

I let go of his cock. Maddox looks at me in disappointment, but I grab his arms and fling him at the bed. He stumbles against it and lands half on it. I’m on him before he can get his bearings, grabbing his neck from behind and squeezing it.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mads?” I ask in a low voice. “You think you can fight me? You think I won’t just drag you back?”

He lets out a whine, a pitiful little sound that shouldn’t be half as hot as it is. But it’s always hot to have him submitting to me, now more than ever, and I’m gratified when he answers, “You’re lucky we’re out here in the middle of nowhere in this B&B with thin walls, or we’d see just how hard you’d have to work to take me down.”

My cock throbs at the thought. If we were still on that old farmland, or at one of our warehouses back home… I could chase him down and rough him up without any reason to hold back.

I slap his ass with enough force to hurt. Maddox moans and lifts his hips higher, silently begging for more.

“I’m going to let go of your neck,” I tell him. “Just so I can pull your pants off you. You don’t fucking move from this spot. If you try to get off the bed, I’m going to have to get nasty.”

“You promise?” he taunts, though his voice isn’t entirely steady.

I slap his ass again, which of course does nothing to make Maddox stay still. Part of me wonders if I should slow down, talk things through. Negotiate.

But I don’t want to. I don’t want to kill this smoldering mood between us.

If he wanted somebody more responsible, well…

Too bad for him.

I squeeze his neck one more time before releasing him so I can work his clothes off.

Despite his words, Maddox lets me. Our sweat-soaked clothing smells like ash and gasoline, and I inhale deeply as the thoughts of violence race through me again.

It really is a fucking pity Pyre had been there and I hadn’t been able to chase Maddox down and fuck him senseless in the middle of nowhere.

I pull my own clothes off too, and I’m not in much better state than Maddox is. I’m not going to slow down now, though.

Maddox is half sitting up to stare at me with hungry eyes.

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