“Alissa.”He turns me around to face him, and he’s got the same unhinged look in his eye I saw that first night we made love.
I run my hand up his chest.“Do we have time?”
“There’s always time,” he growls.
In a flash, he’s picked me up into his arms as though I were weightless, and he carries me into my bedroom.
“Strip,” he commands.
I burn my gaze into his.“Or else what?”
His eyes don’t waver an inch.“Or else I’ll have to rip that little pink thing off of you myself.”
I don’t doubt his words.When he gets that look in his eyes, Maddox is ready to take what he needs and damn the consequences.
But if I’m going to strip for him—and I will, to the very last piece of clothing—I’m going to have fun with it.I’m going to make him ride out the anticipation of seeing my naked body as long as I can.
I grab my phone off my night table and open the Spotify app.Within seconds, I’ve pulled up a recording of Camille Saint-Saëns’s “Bacchanale” from his operaSamson and Delilah.My Bluetooth speaker starts playing, filling the air with what is perhaps the most sensuous music ever written by a classical composer.
Maddox’s eyes widen at the music, but he doesn’t rebuff my move.
I approach Maddox and run my hands up and down his body, feeling him up through his shirt, sneaking fingers in between the gaps between buttons, and squeezing his muscles.
I lurch away from him as the strings surge forward in swirling arabesques while the percussion drives the frenzy with an unrelenting energy.The music wails, the orchestra alive with undulating figures that coil and snap like dancers in the grip of ecstasy.While this music of abandon plays, I allow it to overtake me, and I shimmy out of the top of my dress, slowly shedding the fabric—both the dress and the strapless bra I’m wearing—covering my breasts.They fall forward, and I trounce away from Maddox, running my hands up my own breasts and pinching my nipples.
It feels good, but this is all for his pleasure.
He starts to rub his cock.
That’s my cue.
The music intensifies, the pace quickening.I turn away from Maddox, exposing my back and then the top of my arse at first while I hold my gown in place to keep the good stuff just out of view.
A moment of stillness then in the music before the final climax erupts in a whirlwind of sound.I quickly remove the rest of the dress along with my underwear and stand before Maddox, naked as the day I was born, ready for anything—everything—he wants to do to me.
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MADDOX
Fuck.That was hot.
It had the potential to be cheesy, but the way Alissa moved to the music—or allowed the music to moveher—has got me so hard I could cut a fucking diamond.
Mad Maddox has a grip over my heart.And my dick.
Here is this perfect woman, laid out like a motherfucking buffet.
All for me.
All for fucking me.
And I’m taking it.
Taking it all.
Coming back for seconds and thirds.
And dessert.
