Page 10 of Minotaur Bar
“I’ll lick your pussy after I stitch you up. You want me to eat you out after I’ve fixed your gash, red?” I don’t even have to think about it; my head is nodding profusely as he joins me. “That’s what I thought,” he says quietly, his hands going to the ties on my Docs. “I’m going to take the best care of you, red. You’re safe in my hands. You’re mine to serve. My pretty mistress.”
“Madame,” I correct him as he pauses, and dark arousal fills his gaze.
“Madame Red. I’m here to worship you, babe.” My chest is heaving at his submission. It’s so fucking hot to have this hulking bull at my command. I’ve always assumed a more dominant role within my relationships, but never have I had such a powerful beast under my control.
“Good boy, cookie. Strip my beautiful body bare so you can patch me up and make me better.” He hears every word even though I’m barely able to get them out through my joint pain and arousal.
“Yes, madame,” he growls back, throwing my boots the floor. I know if I weren’t hurt, this would be a hell of a lot more aggressive. Unless I told him to go slow. But tonight, I’ll allow him to remain half in charge. I am fucking bleeding out on his damn kitchen island. “Fuck me, red,” Havoc groans as he finally pulls my underwear from my body after adding my pants to the growing pile of clothing beneath us. He immediately lifts my panties to his nose, taking a giant whiff. He moans like he’s also in pain as he grunts out his approval. “You smell just as sexy as when you sat on my desk, babe.” His giant tongue gathersthe crotch of my panties, licking my slick away. I’m able to get a sneak peek at the piercing there as he wets the fabric further with his tongue. “Fuuuuuuck.” I can literally feel the arousal seeping out of me as he turns me on with his noises. Male moaning. Enough said.
He throws my underwear to the ground after getting his taste of me and turns to the sink, washing his large hands. “If I don’t start this now, I’ll never get your sutures in,” Havoc says gruffly. “But fuck, I’ve been dreaming of how you taste for the last month and a half. You did not disappoint, red.”
“Madame,” I remind him as a shiver rocks his giant frame.
“Yes. Madame,” he says after me, drying his hands. “If it’s ok with you,” my perfect sub continues , “I’m going to walk us through what I’m about to do.”
“You may,” I reply, trying not to let the hint of fear running through me be audible in my voice. If Havoc does recognize it, he doesn’t say so. I’m grateful for it. I’m trying my best not to be terrified of the needles I see in the pack that he opens. The first thing he does is don the largest pair of latex gloves I’ve ever seen. His hands look so fucking sexual encased in the plastic material. I’ve always had a thing for them. I do my best not to jostle my torso as I squeeze my thighs together.
“You like these gloves, madame,” he says, watching me squirm. It’s not a question. He can smell what they’re doing to me.
“Very much so,” I whisper, my pussy uncomfortably swollen without having been touched or relieved of my ache. “You’re so handsome, cookie. How have we waited this long to do this?”
“Never again. I shouldn’t have waited for something this dire to be our catalyst.” I see a flicker of sadness behind his dark eyes.
“This wasn’t your fault, Havoc,” I reply, needing him to know that.
“I should’ve kept you safe,” he tries to protest but I shake my head.
“It wasn’t your fault!” I yell as he stills, his gaze settling on my gash. “Youdidn’t do this. Some shithead drunks did. You’re not to blame. And this isn’t scaring me away from wanting to work at the bar either.”
“It’s not?” he asks, surprise and hope lacing his question.
“Hell no. It’s gonna take a lot more than tonight to chase me away, big guy,” I say with a smirk.
“Thank you for saying that. It’s been at the forefront of my mind since I smelled your blood tonight.” His gloved hands rest on the island as a wave of emotion hits him hard. He sniffs, trying not to cry as I grab his wrist and hold it tight.
“It’s ok, baby.I’mok. Just breathe,” I speak softly as he nods and takes a couple deep breaths. “That’s it, cookie,” I assure him sweetly, rubbing my thumb over the hair on his arm, helping him to ground.
“Fuck me, that damn nickname is already sticking in my head,” he says with a dark chuckle. “Only you could get me to fall for something like that, madame.”
“That’s right,” I say with a wicked grin. “That’s my job, baby. Now back to the instructions you were about to give me.”
Chapter Eleven: Havoc
I’ve never had this kind of dynamic between any females I’ve slept with before. Her being the dominant one and me pulling back on that side of myself to submit. And I’ve got to say, it’s hot as shit. I don’t think it would’ve worked with anyone before red. But Tess knows exactly how to direct this, even though I know she’s holding back due to her injury. I can’t wait to see her in her full Domme glory.
Madame Red. The girl of my fucking dreams. I’m a fucking goner. But at least I’ll be having fun along the way to my demise. This chick has got me. Hook, line, and sinker. I clear my throat, trying to gain my wits about me as I watch her tits jiggle as she softly laughs at me, watching me check her out. She’s so fucking flawless. It’s not even funny the way in which she’s ensnared me.
“I’m waiting, cookie,” she sing-songs, lifting the bottle of Jack to her lips. I hold her head up, so she doesn’t choke. I can tell the whiskey is finally taking hold of her. I search through my bag and find the first thing I’m looking for. I can’t stop thinking about the sinister smile Tess emits each time after calling me fuckingcookie. I’m addicted.
“I’m going to spray the wound with this lidocaine antiseptic. It’ll numb and cleanse it at the same time,” I instruct, even though I’m pretty sure she’s aware of what I’m using and how it works. Even so, this is calming us both down. And giving me steps to take to move forward. I’m nervous as shit to do this. I don’t want to hurt her. And I know she’s scared too. I feelresponsible for her comfort and safety. My instincts to protect her are in overdrive.
She takes a deep breath. “I’m ready,” she breathes. I nod and begin to douse her gash with the liquid. She screws up her face, clearly in pain as she cries out. “Shit, shit, shit!!” Tess shrieks, grabbing for my arm. I continue to spray her as quickly as I can to get this part over with, coaching her to breathe through the burn. Her wet eyes meet mine. She mimics my controlled breaths, even though hers are coming out shaky. She finally finds her center and is able to release the tension in her body.
“You did amazing, madame,” I whisper to her, kissing the tears from her cheeks. She whimpers at the praise, her fingers roaming my face as she holds my forehead to her own.
“Thank you, Havoc,” Tess says as she sobs a little. “I’m so grateful for you.”
“I’m grateful for you too, red,” I say softly, feeling my heart explode with all kinds of feelings as I comfort her. I give her a few minutes to let the pain reliever set in. She takes another hit of the Jack before I know she’s ready. “Let’s get this done. And then I’ll make you feel a lot fucking better.”
