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41. Edward
As I look down, there's nothing but dark hair and alabaster skin moving up and down. I moan and writhe in my fucking chair as her mouth tortures and teases, her tongue the most incredible thing I've ever encountered—apart from her luscious pussy.
"Fuckkk…" I can't utter anything else, my fingertips digging into the armrests of the expensive as fuck chair I'm sitting on. I taste blood from biting my damn lip so hard, and I know this is just too good to be true.
It's so incredibly different from the last time, when I was the one in charge. Instead of being the good little obeying Baby Havoc, she's a fucking queen. She might be on her knees for me right now, but she's got me by the balls. Literally and figuratively. Mistress Havoc holds all the power I never knew I needed to feel. She's owning me in a way I'm sure only she can.
Havoc moans around my cock like it's the best thing she's had in her mouth. It feels like she's enjoying herself, while she's watching me through thick lashes—entertained by me and my submission, my reaction to her.
"Shut up," she spits, releasing my cock with a loud pop, strings of saliva keeping her mouth connected with my skin, anyway. I hiss in pure ecstasy when she gives my balls one languid lick with a grin on her face before she puts my right one into her wet, hot mouth and sucks. Hard.
My eyes roll back, heart rate out of control.
"Aww," she mocks with a devilish grin as she lets go of my battered balls and cocks her head to the side, licking her lips. "Does my Ginger want to come?" I just know her voice is too sweet, and she's gonna throw me in front of the bus right now. "Too bad it won't be in my mouth, don't you think?"
My head shoots up, reality being poured over me like a bucket filled with ice water.
"What?!" I bark at Kate angrily. She's standing in the middle of my office with a binder the size of her torso in her hands.
"As I was saying, sir, the board wanted you to go over their meeting reports from the last quarter, so you'd be able to grasp their vision?" Her mouth keeps moving and I couldn't care less about what is tumbling out. I pinch the bridge of my nose, leaning forward with my elbows on the desk. "I'm sorry, sir. But are you okay? You look a little flustered." Gee, Kate. You interrupted my lively memory of the object of my obsession, sucking me off until I blew my load on her glorious tits like a schoolboy.
"Headache," I lie.
"I can cancel your afternoon? It's Friday anyway. People are eager to go home for the long weekend."
She's right.
"What did I have scheduled?"
Kate recites my calendar, having memorized every appointment by heart. I'm impressed by her skill, feeling bad about the way I treated her when I first got to Boston. Slightly.
"Mhm, yeah. I think I need to recharge." And fuck my girl a couple of times before I convince her to date me.
"That's understandable, Mr. Masen. Your week was horrible." There's a smile on my secretary's face and I decide I like it there.
"You should go home, too. I'm sure you have nicer things to do than flip through old meeting reports."
I drive fast, and I drive straight to my place. Havoc agreed to meet me here tonight, so all I do is text her, saying I'll be home earlier. She's got a key after all, and she'll know where to find me. I can hardly wait. I haven't seen Havoc in over a week, haven't come since, too. She's gonna fucking break me.
I smirk, leaving her a note on the ottoman by the door, slide out my belt before I roll up the leather and place it next to my post-It.
We need to talk.
By the time I'm in the shower, I'm on edge. I need her here, right now—need her hands on me. She never texted me back, either. So I don't know when she'll be here. Bitch loves to hold the reins. In every which way.
Fuck, I don't even know why I'm keeping my hands off my cock. I agreed to switch. I agreed to try. Not become her little toy indefinitely. Then why can't I take matters into my own hands and just fucking rub one out?
"Because she fucking told you so, Ginger," I mock myself, my fist against the tiled wall of my shower stall. The air is hot and humid, and now I want nothing more than equally hot, wet pussy draped around me, the body that pussy belongs to all over me, legs clasped tightly around my hips.
"Get a fucking grip, Masen," I grunt.
By the time I get out, I notice the lights in my spare bedroom are on, the ambient red hue glowing from underneath the door. I smirk and pull on the soft denim that hangs on the hooks by the bathroom door. Showtime.
When I enter the room, she's all I see. My belt is in her dainty little hands, her nails scraping along the threat along the hand sewed seams.
"Down," I say.
Havoc looks startled, dropping the belt instantly before her deep, silky hair draped around her face when she lowers her chin. I know she's trying. She really is. And I know it's hard on her, but baby's doing it so well.
"Baby Havoc," I sigh, crouch down, burying the tips of my fingers into her hair as I make her look at me. "I fucking missed you," I grumble before I tilt my head and pull her closer. Her lips on mine are electric, magnetic and pure black magic, all rolled into one. Havoc is the perfect addiction. Lethal for my heart, and ego, but perfect nonetheless.
She kisses me back, feral and sweet and lips mimicking what I'm trying to say but never can. It's what's unspoken underneath the rules and layers of talks and it's what's behind the rapid beating of our hearts.
Havoc moans when I slide my tongue around hers, feel how warm she is, the delectable taste of her entering my system. I need to make my move soon. I just have to. For myself. I can't hold back much longer, but I do it for her. Her hands make their way on my bare forearms, leaving goosebumps, caressing my arms until she's sweeping over my shoulders and cupping my neck, breaking our kiss.
Her eyes are dark and wide, staring right into my heart, lips plump and free from her usual dark lipsticks. So innocent. So pure. So fucking beautiful.
"Fuck me, Master." The words fall from her pout like a silent prayer, and it's making a shudder run all the way up my spine, a feverish heat spreading through my chest.
She's never called me that before.
She's called no one that before since the incident.
"Trust me," I tell her.
"I do." Havoc smiles, making her eyes glimmer and burn wildly. "Now, please, Master. I'm begging you," she whispers, handing me the belt.
My knuckles turn white holding the slap of leather, the images of what I want to do to her filling my vision, fueling my lust.
"Shut up, little whore. Face down on the bed, let's see if you deserve it."
Havoc stands with a trembling sigh that makes me watch her reaction closer. I don't want to trigger her, not again, and I'll do anything to make her feel comfortable. To make us work. And boy, is she making me work for that last part.
I watch her ass in tight black lace that's encasing her perfectly. It's my favorite on her, on her pale skin. My fingers itch to make that skin tinge pink, but I can't do that yet. She needs to trust me fully, entirely, before anything like that can happen. She's too fragile still.
"Like this?" She asks slyly, curtain of darkness draping over her shoulder as Havoc leans on her elbows, ass high and back arched to pure perfection. It makes me want to growl and devour her, makes me want to eat her alive. She fucking knows it all too well.
"Yes, baby. Just like that." I grab her hips as I stand at the foot of the bed, standing in between her parted legs. She's not wearing her heels, abandoned them by the door for me. I make sure she knows exactly what she does to me, letting her feel my hard cock behind the zipper of my jeans as I grind into her lace-clad ass. "Feel that?" I purr against the soft skin of her bare back.
"Mhm, so hard for me, Master."
"I want those panties around your knees. Spread them as far as you can go." I watch, her torso dropping onto the mattress as her ass lifts even higher in the air as she struggles to lower her underwear. I want to groan when her slick pussy enters my view and I step closer again, the belt still handing from my left hand.
I grab her ass, belt to my mouth before I bite down on it, spreading her cheeks to reveal more of her perfect, pink wet skin. The belt drops on the bed, right next to her.
"God, that's one perfect view. I can't wait to photograph you, baby Havoc." I chuckle at her little gasp when I give her one long, slow lick from cunt to ass and moan into her.
"Please." She sighs, head falling to the side. "Fuck." She shudders in anticipation when my hand glides up her back, unclasping the bra that's shielding her entire back from my eyes and rip it from under her until it hits the floor.
"Want me to choke you, gorgeous?" I chuckle against bare skin before I bite down on her shoulder blade. "Is that the only way you'll shut that pretty mouth of yours?"
"Why don't you find out?" she mutters. I give her ass a little swat, enough to make the sound of my palm against smooth, porcelain skin reverberate through the room. Baby Havoc is getting sweaty, her knees slippery on my latex fitted sheet.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Such a bitch.
I grab my belt and lower my jeans, letting them fall around my thighs, my shins against the frame of the bed.
"God," I moan, sliding the head of my cock in between her wetness, coating myself in the essence of Havoc. I wish I could bottle her, wish I could feel her forever.
She pushes back against me, a whimper replacing her breathy sighs until I slowly inch deeper and deeper into her glorious cunt. Yes, this is it. This is nirvana, as good as it gets.
When I'm buried inside Havoc, time slips away from her and I feel nothing but her, us. She gasps as I moan when I pull out and slam back in, my balls against her plump ass. My teeth dig into the leather of my belt as my hands find her little waist and I pound into her hard until she's a cursing mess beneath me. Once I feel her tighten and see her arms shake as she's holding herself up, I grab them, fingers firmly planted onto her dainty forearms as I pull them back and use them to guide her pussy over my dick. Havoc is moaning, her face in the mattress, her rapid little breaths leaving a trail of condensation on my sheet.
"Fuck," she mutters breathlessly. It's time to shut her up, so I release my girl, her upper body falling down completely, wrists a lovely shade of red in the shape of my fingertips. I smile. I love seeing her like this—a complete and utter mess for me, hair tangled, face all flushed and sweaty, her eyes this wild shade of brown I'm sure doesn't exist on any color chart.
I pull out, hissing as I feel her walls clamp down on the tip of my cock and groan as I see her wetness coat me all the way to the hilt. Fuck, even my balls are dripping Havoc's cream.
"Such a whore for Master's cock, aren't you, baby?" I purr into her ear, grabbing a fistful of hair to lift her pretty head off the latex sheet.
She moans something I can't really understand, but I don't care. I press my lips onto hers hard, wait for her to respond the way she usually does, with tongue and soul and heart and words she doesn't have to speak.
"Color, baby Havoc?" I ask her softly.
"Green, Master." She smiles before biting her lip, eyes sparkling, and I know she needs more. This is a solid step forward compared to when she wouldn't even let me top her properly. It's perfect, the balance, her balance, with her. With Havoc, it's perfect. Everything is. If only I could get her to date me for real.
"Good girl," I praise Havoc, tucking strands of dark silk behind her studded ear. "Now, Master is going to take good care of you," I say. "He's going to make you come so good, baby Havoc, you'll feel it for days. I want your scent on my cock for as long as possible. Master wants to be completely, utterly drenched with your pussy juices, with my pussy juices."
Aside from her heavy breathing, she's silent. She knows she's not supposed to speak until I ask her a question directly, or I want her opinion. I'm proud of Havoc. She's being such a good fucking girl for me right now.
Just like that, I lift her hips off the bed, caressing her back and down her ass before I shove her down on her side, pressing kisses on her ribcage before I position her on her back. I look down at her dark manes covering the deep red latex beneath her, her eyes so bright and wide it takes my breath away. She's so beautiful, so strong, so powerful, and at this moment she's handing it all over to me. I couldn't be more grateful, couldn't be prouder.
Perfect, rosy nipples beg for my mouth, so I suck and bite until they're a deeper shade, until Havoc is panting and writhing and the hottest little sounds tumble from her lips. Yes baby, let go.
"Spread those legs for me, baby Havoc." She does as she's told, thighs wide, and I have the most perfect view. She's swollen and glistening, and I can't hold back any longer, touch her, eyes rolling back as I hear just how wet she is for me before I curl two fingers inside the best pussy in the world to make Havoc gasp. "Mhm," I groan, licking my fingers to savor her. I move her hair away from her neck before I replace the strands with the cool leather of my belt. She fucking smiles when I grab both ends and tighten my grip, her pretty head lifting off the bed as her back arches beautifully. My beautiful little freak.
Her ass lifts off the bed almost as she tries to get closer, to get my cock closer and I tease her by slapping it onto her drenched cunt a couple of times until she mewl, eyes begging.
"Use your words, baby Havoc." I smirk.
"Please, Master. Fuck me, please." It's not a plea, it's a fucking prayer, and who am I to deny my girl?
I don't waste words or time, but bury myself so deep inside her we both groan in unison when our bodies touch. God fucking damn, this woman has ruined me for anyone else.
Our gazes never part, and as I tighten the belt around Havoc's neck a little more, I feel her legs fall open even more, giving me more or her, more space, and I feel nothing but ecstasy run through my body as Havoc lifts and spreads her thighs even wider. Exquisite. Havoc's nails dig into the crook of my elbow, keeping contact, craving contact just as much as I do. I think this is our love language, or at least, our lust language. Touch. Fucking. Control, and handing it over to the other person completely.
"Godd," she breathes. Her head falls back, cheeks tinted as her eyes have trouble focussing until she finally closes them. I tighten the belt, see her face flush beautifully and sense she's struggling to swallow, lips parted to take in shallow breaths as I continue to fuck her with all my heart.
"That's it, baby Havoc. Strangle my cock. Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby."
She's so tight, death-grip on my dick when her whole body trembles. I urge her on, my mouth on her skin, tongue around hard nipples until she's borderline screaming, muffled and choked, but I swear it gets me even harder.
"Y—yes," she croaks out, mouth as wide as her beautiful eyes. It's like all her muscles tighten all at once, so I secure my belt a tad more until my baby comes so hard it draws out my own orgasm instantly.
"Holy mother of fucks," I pant as I release my hold on the leather, knuckles turning back to their usual color as I sit back on my hunches. I watch my cum drip out of Havoc's cunt, and I want to lick her clean, but I don't and hold back because she sits up, knees on the bed before she drapes her arms around my neck.
"Fuck," she breathes against my lips before she takes them, kissing me as if her life depends on this kiss. I kiss her back with the same urge, cupping the sides of her neck, thumb stroking her soft skin lovingly.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"I trust you." It's three words, so meaningful. The most meaningful she could ever give me, because all the rest she's told me in her actions.
"I trust you, too."
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