Page 46 of Wickedly Played
I spritz myself with my signature perfume, GucciGuilty, and then walk around Max’s bulky frame. The man isn’t fat, by any means, but he is definitely a man. His body fills the expensive material perfectly, making me want to feel his chest against mine.
If he wants to play games, let’s play them. I can’t wait. Winner takes it all.
“Are you done checking me out?”
I stop in the doorway to turn to him. “Nope. And I’m sure there will be plenty of other women who will be checking you out. Maybe some dudes,” I sass.
If he’s going to play with my emotions like this and promise me all of the sexiness, I’m going to play with him. Fuck Max.
“Yeah, right. I guarantee I’m going to have fun throwing people out of the way who are stopping to try and talk to you.”
Deciding to ramp up the attitude for tonight, I hit him with a flirty grin before throwing my shoulders back. “Is this any way to speak to your mistress?”
My back slams against the wall with a hardthud,causing my breath to get stuck in my lungs. “You want to play, sweetness?”
I smirk at him. “Sure, pet. Get on your knees,” I simply demand.
My jaw drops as I see Max’s big body assume the position in front of me. He looks so sexy like this. A wave of heat floods through my body at seeing him like this.
“Yes, Mistress,” he murmurs.
I should get him all riled up like he keeps getting me. I should make him want me just as much as I like him. I should do a lot of things, but I don’t want him to feel obligated to do it.
“Do you like being on your knees in front of me, Max?” I taunt.
He’s looking up at me under his hooded eyelids. His lashes fan across his cheeks, but it is his blown pupils that promise me something. It is the only thing that tells me I’m not entirely crazy, and he wants me, too.
“As long as I’m in front of you, Mistress.”
Right damn answer.
My hand reaches out to grab the back of his hair, yanking his head back hard. I’m standing in front of him, which puts his mouth almost at my pussy. “Then why do you keep fighting me?” I lean over at the waist, looking him in the eye. “I know how much you want me, pet.”
He fights against the hold I have on him. I can tell he’s trying to break the spell I have on him, but I’m not ready to let him go. Max opens his mouth and then slams it shut.
“You have permission to speak,” I allow.
“Serena-”
I slap him with enough force across his cheek to get him to know I mean business. “What did you call me?” My eyebrow raises to meet my hairline. I pull his head back even more so he’s looking straight up at me from this angle. “I thought you knew better than that,” I chide.
“Mistress-”
My phone going off officially severed our moment. I pull my hand with his hair back once more to see his eyes flood with lust. “What a shame. We were just getting to the good stuff.” I let him go.
I’m reaching the bottom step when Max falls into step behind me. Like the gentleman he is, he opens the front door and then the car door for me to slide into the car. I buckle my seatbelt as I wait for him to get into the car. I can see him taking a deep breath for some reason before getting into the front seat.
“Is something wrong?” I ask with a quirk of my eyebrow. “You seem upset about something.”
He shrugs after he starts my vehicle. “I’m fine.”
Clearing my throat, I try my best to calm my nerves. Even though I’m a Domme, it doesn’t mean this function doesn’t make me nervous. Especially functions where my stalker might be hiding. And I’m going with my super sexy bodyguard, whom I can’t stop thinking about.
“If you aren’t up to going, I’m sure I can bring a different guard,” I offer. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
He scoffs. “That’s not a problem. I’m happy to go with you.”
“But are you?”
