Page 15 of Wickedly Played
“Shit, baby,” I whisper. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you. How hard do you think you’re going to come?”
She rubs her hands over the tops of my chest before trailing down to my navel. My body is already strung so tight from my new bodyguard, and now Stella is making me crazy.
I grab her hand and lay a kiss on her lips.
Chapter Six
MAX
“What did you just call her?” I ask with my arms across my chest, leaning against the wall. Deacon tries to avoid me, but I get closer to him. “I heard you call her abitch.”
Deacon backs away with his hands raised in the air. “You don’t know Serena that well. But she is one. She’s been trying to get involved in our relationship for years,” he tries to talk it back.
“Don’t call her names.”
Serena and Stella come out of the changing room with a smirk on their faces. My eyes trail over Serena’s body when I see her. She’s wearing a black satin robe with thigh-high stockings and heels. She waves at me with attitude, making me fight the urge to put her over my knees.
This is going to be a long assignment if I can’t keep myself under control.
Stella and Serena have their hands clasped together as they lead us to the main room where the show will begin. I have the video feed on my phone already and have been observing the comings and goings of everyone. I’m not playing when it comes to Serena’s safety.
“Who is ready for the gorgeous Domme, Mistress Aphrodite, and her submissive, Stella?” They are announced.
A crowd cheers for them just asVoodooby Godsmack begins to play over the loudspeakers. I take a spot on the wall to watch and assess the room, the patrons, and the other staff in the area. There is something oddly strange about the whole thing.
“Is this your first show?”
I turn to look at the pretty woman perched next to me with her tits hanging out of the top of her bra. Her lips are curved into what I can only assume is her seductive smile. “Yeah,” I answer.
“I’m Mandy. I’m one of the coordinators for the show,” she introduces herself over the loud music.
“Max. I’m Serena’s new bodyguard.”
She giggles. “I figured you would be with her. She’s beautiful.”
Shrugging, I bring my attention back to the show.
Serena is in the middle of the platform with her robe untied around her waist. She’s holding something in her hand as the music quiets a little and everyone stops talking. With one wag of her finger, Stella drops onto her hands and knees, then crawls to where Serena is standing.
“Are you ready to please me, lover?” Serena’s sultry voice sends chills up and down my spine.
Stella stops in front of Serena’s high heels and leans down to kiss the top of each of her shoes. “Yes, Mistress Aphrodite.”
“Good girl. Kiss each of my shoes twice, then sit back in the position to receive my collar.”
I’m transfixed on the scene, but my eyes look around the room in a quick scan. There is nothing out of the ordinary yet.
“By wearing my collar, lover, you are committing yourself to my pleasure. You are promising that you exist only for me tonight. Are you ready, lover?”
Stella smiles and then kisses Serena’s legs. “Yes, Mistress. I’m honored to exist only for you.”
The collar is tightened around the other woman’s neck, and Serena’s eyes search through the crowd before landing on me. I raised an eyebrow in a silent question to make sure she was still doing well. She smiles and then looks back at the pretty woman on her knees.
For the next five minutes, Serena is tying intricate knots with rope around Stella’s petite body. Each rope she tightens, Stella thanks her loudly over the music—Serena’s body dances to the music in a seductive sway. When the last knot is tied to Stella, Serena pushes her back, causing the other woman to be suspended in the air. Serena’s eyes look through the crowd again, and everyone cheers.
“In this position, the rigger can control the bunny’s movements, pleasure, and then do this.” Serena’s face is flushed against Stella’s pussy. The loud moan reverberates through the room, and I feel the moan in my dick.
In the audience, several people shift in their seats to hide their arousal or to relieve some pressure. I fight my own desire to adjust myself so my erection isn’t so painfully obvious.
