Page 71 of Wickedly Played
“You know what you taste like?” I ask rhetorically. “You taste like mine.”
Leaving them on the bed, I gather the rest of the tools I need for now. I won’t admit it, but I managed to look at both of their lists, which they shared via email, detailing what they want and don’t want- this was found when I was looking for information on her stalker. On one of my slower days here, I found a secret closet of cupping jars, so I gather those and then get a lighter. I quickly jog down to the kitchen to get some ice and champagne.
I’m back in the room in time to see Stella stroking Serena’s hair back from her face. The look in both of their eyes makes me feel like I’m the intruder. This is my woman. This is my chance to claim her for mine.
This is my chance to get her to fall for me before she finds out the truth about me. Once Serena finds out I have every intention of killing her father, she might never want to talk to me again. Fuck. If she even finds out I know about everything, I’m screwed. Much more than that? She doesn’t know I’m part of the rival family.
I should feel bad for not telling her the real reason why I knew of Glenna. I should also feel bad for practically lying to her about my connection with her family. Oh, I should also feel bad for the fact that I’m planning on killing her father. But, more than that, I need to tell her the truth about my ex. I need her to know what happened and to swear I don’t have any feelings for her.
“Serena, baby, turn over on your stomach,” I soothe.
She follows my directions, and I begin to prepare the jars. The sound of the sparking lighter fills the room. I place the lighter in one of the cupping jars from the cardboard tray I found. Walking up to my newest obsession, I place the jar on her back. She moans around the ball gag.
“Drop the bell if this is too much, sweetness.”
One by one, I place a total of five jars on her back. Under the jars, I see the reddened marks from the heat flush against her alabaster skin.
“You are so perfect. You thought you couldn’t do this. You didn’t realize how much your body craves me. You know I’m going to give you the pleasure you need to feel good. To make you feel pain in a pleasurable way. Isn’t that right, baby?”
She’s nodding her head against the bed with her ass rising in the air. Dipping my hand in the bucket of ice, I wait a fewseconds before slapping the globes of her ass. The combination of heat and cold is something unimaginable. Looking at her face from here, I see her eyes are squeezed tightly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Are you about to come again?” Tears are flowing down her face. “I know your body, baby. I know what you need before you do.”
“Stella, undo the gag around her mouth. I want to hear her.”
Carefully, I begin to pluck the jars off her back. I grab the lighter again, get the jars hot, and arrange them in different spots this time.
“Max! Holy shit!” Serena cries. “Oh, fuck!”
“Are you going to deny yourself the hedonistic feelings I bring to you now?” I place another jar on her ass this time.
While she’s getting her words right, I grab an ice cube in my hand. With it pinched between my fingers, I slip it inside of her hot pussy. This time, she flies off the bed with the jars rattling together from the exertion.
“Jesus! Max, please fuck me!”
Stella moans next to her with her own fingers shuttling in and out of her. “Mistress, you’re so sexy.”
Serena’s eyes are wild as she looks at me from over her shoulder. Her hair flies back to slap me in the face. “Max, please. I’ll do anything. God damn it!” I flick the cube a little around her walls until it starts to drip out of her. Once it has melted, I remove my fingers.
After freeing my hard cock from the confines of my pants, I reach out to grab her hair into a ponytail for leverage. I don’t give her a warm-up while I bury myself to the hilt. “Sweetness, say you’re mine.”
She’s moaning loudly from the punishing thrusts inside of her. Each time I slam home, her body jostles on the bed. I fuck her harder and harder until I’m positive she’s about to break intwo. Carefully, I remove the jars from her back and her ass since they are clinking together.
We don’t need broken glass on her.
“Say it,” grind out. “Say it, and I will make you come so hard.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t!”
I slide out of her to grab the lighter next to me. After lighting another jar, I place it on her back again. She screams out from the added heat. Again, I grab an ice cube to drag down her body. She breaks out in goose bumps, and her skin flushes from her arousal.
“You can. You know you belong to me. Say it!” I command.
“Please keep fucking me!”
“Say it!” I yell out.
Stella is brushing Serena’s hair out of her face after I dropped the rope of her hair. “It’s okay, Mistress. You’re still my universe,” she promises.
