“But I was…I wanted to…it was flattering…” she attempted—in desperation—to explain. “Wanted to…”
“Just say it!” he ordered. “Say it!”
“I wanted to suck your cock, Sir…”
“Yes, you did,” he nodded with approval. “And did I deem you worthy to do so just yet?”
Sulking again, she shook her head. True to his word, he was indeed making her feel quite uncomfortable. “No, Sir…”
“Have you even done that before?”
“Are you kidd—” However, Maxine stopped herself and retreated quickly to her submission. “No, Sir, I have not.”
At that moment, it was Drew’s mind that reeled. He’d be her first blow job—her first. Oh, just to feel those sweet little lips surrounding him…
Snap the fuck out of it Mack, he commanded himself.
“And what else?”
As Maxine scrambled to replay every single moment of their week together, her mouth dropped. She came up empty, and she pondered the consequences of her honest response when she admitted, “I, um...I honestly don't know, Sir.”
“You were a minute late in your research homework,” he admonished. “That's three strikes. You're out, Maxine.”
“But I…”
“Want to try for four? You touched yourself in your sleep. How about five? Don’t think that Lou didn’t tell me all about how you tried to coax my plans out of him the other night…” he rambled on. “I'm sure we can go for six here if I give you another minute...”
Her lips unfurled into a frown, and she pondered what her punishment might entail. While trepidation still held her in its grip, Maxine grew increasingly curious as to what Drew had in store.
“Come closer, Maxine,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and turning her toward the window in one fluid swoop. He pointed to the delicatessen across the street. “You see the little grocery on the corner?”
“Mmmhmm,” she answered, only to feel the pinch of Drew’s fingers on her backside before she corrected herself. “Yes, Sir.”
“You said they deliver?” he casually asked.
“Yes, Sir, they do.”
“So,” he sighed, “you know them personally?”
“I know the delivery guy,” she said, digging her heels into the plush carpet. “Sir...”
“Even better yet...” Framing her face with those skillful hands, he held her completely still to look deep into the fear rising in her big green eyes. “If you want to continue with our relationship, Maxine, you must first learn to obey.”
“I know, Sir,” she said, swaying her hips as he held her. “And I'll try my best...”
“Good girl,” he praised. “Now I'm just going to make an assumption that you're not on birth control. Am I right?”
She shook her head quickly. “No, Sir...I'm not...”
“Well, we have to take care of that if we're going to make love tonight, don't we, little one?”
“Yes...yes, Sir...”
“What I need you to do right now is very important,” Drew said, circling his hand over her lower back, round and round—dizzying her with arousal. “You’re going to call that number on the awning, and you’re going to ask them to deliver a package of condoms. And then you’re going to answer the door.”
Mortified, Maxine took a step back within the circle of his arm, only to realize that she was trapped between him and the radiator. “Drew! I...”
“Here’s my phone. You have sixty seconds to finish your call.”
Only in New York, Maxine thought. Only in New Fucking York.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Yes...um...delivery, please,” Maxine spoke into Drew’s phone, her cheeks, neck and shoulders blazing as she rattled off her address. Unfortunately, it was the owner taking down her order, and he’d gotten to know Maxine rather well in the last week, as she always needed a bottle of water or a pack of gum in her travels. “Yes...it’s Maxine. How are you, Roni? Yup…and I…er...could you please...I need a pack of condoms...”
Oh, that was more painful than any spanking could possibly ever be!
“Good girl,” Drew mouthed as Maxine turned away from him, allowing her chagrin to swallow her whole.
“What kind?” Suddenly she whipped her head around and looked to Drew for some direction, her eyes begging. She didn't have a fucking clue. “Uhhhh...”
“Lubricated, little one...” he prompted.
I am going to die, Maxine thought as the words squeaked from her lips, “Lubricated. Please.”
“You're doing so well,” Drew cooed and patted her bottom.
“Size?” Eyes and mouth wide open, Maxine began to unravel. “I don't...”
“Be generous,” Drew coaxed. “Go with the extra-large.”
“Extra,” she paused to draw a deep breath into her lungs, “large...please...”
Fuck. Ben was right. Drew was about to saw her in half with his penis. But the thought titillated her.
“Ask him what the wait time is...”
“And...how long will that be, Roni? Twenty minutes?”
“No, Maxine, tell them it's urgent,” he demanded. He’d waited seven days for her, but there was no fucking way he was about to wait another half-hour. “We need them right now.”
Covering the phone, she looked at Drew with a look of absolute frustration. “I can't just...”
“'Can't' is no longer a word in your vocabulary,” he warned. “Tell him now.”
“Um...we're sort of in a hurry...could you possibly deliver right now? Please?”
“Oh, how I love to hear you beg,” Drew murmured, leaning back with his hands in his lap.
“Thank you so much...” she gasped and hung up as she passed the phone back to Drew.
“Fifty-four seconds, Maxine,” he clocked her on her sixty-second time restraint. “Very good for your first punishment. Now...did that hurt?”
“Only my sense of pride,” Maxine whispered.
“You've learned your first lesson in humility tonight, little one,” he said and handed her a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. “Now you'll have to complete part two. Don't bother asking for change.”
“I have to answer the door...?” Maxine shook her head in disbelief at her very own self.
“I could make you do it in your bra and panties,” Drew suggested.
Knees sagging while her desires raged within, Maxine panicked. “Please, Sir...please, no...I beg—”
He placed his finger over her lips, lingering as he played over her mouth. “I told you we'd go easy tonight, Maxine. And I'm a man of my word. Plus, I don’t want any other man to ever see you wearing next to nothing…”
Pressing her mouth against his finger, Maxine wanted nothing more than just to take it between her lips...but she knew there would be consequences. So embarrassed was she to answer the door, but she wasn’t quite yet ready for a full punishment at his hands. That ache between her legs had become far too familiar, and she needed him to quench her raw desires.
The ring of the doorbell saved her from temptation but brought on an onslaught of other conflicting incentives.
“I believe we have a visitor,” Drew said at last, nodding toward the door. It was apparent that he had no intentions to follow behind Maxine. No, he much preferred minding her from afar.
Everyone in the neighborhood seemed to know Claudio—the very young and very handsome deli delivery guy—with his caramel skin and sleek black hair that feathered around his face. Ben had pointed out that every Cougar within a five-block radius had their eyes on him, and he also wondered if he might be making a little bit of money on the side for “other” favors. While Maxine wasn't so sure of those claims, she couldn't deny that Claudio was indeed adorable.
However, that night, Maxine had eyes for one man alone. And he was getting impatient for her to finish her task as she took the tiniest steps and the longest route to the foyer.
“How are you this evening, Miss Maxie?” Claudio asked when she timidly opened the
door. “It's the weekend!”
As she accepted the small brown paper bag, Maxine hoped he didn't know what was inside. She prayed he couldn't feel the heat from the burn of the brushfire that sparked from every last nerve ending in her body.
Behind her, Drew watched the wiggle of her little backside, the scuffing of her feet...the oh-so uncomfortable swagger of her hips as Maxine clung to the half-open door like a warrior in battle to his shield.
The young man likely had a good laugh at her behest—thinking to himself that she’d just moved to the city and was already hooking up with strangers. Oh, if Claudio only knew the truth that lurked behind that door!
“Yes, it's Friday night,” Maxine said and placed the hundred dollar bill in his hand. “And thank you...”
Claudio's eyes widened with surprise as he realized the money in his hand was no twenty dollar bill. Pulling out his wad of cash to try to make change, he said, “Miss Maxie, I don't know if I have enough...”
“No, please, Claudio—it's yours,” she insisted, pushing ever so gently against his hand. She had to get rid of him...soon!
“Ahhh, thank you, Miss Maxie—so generous...”
“You're quite welcome...” she attempted to smile. Now leave!
“Mr. Ben—he's in the Hamptons this weekend?” he asked. “Or Fire Island?”
Dammit, Maxine cursed him silently. That red hot need that caught fire the previous Friday night and continued to fan into an inferno throughout the week had now reduced her to a mere pile of cinders...and Claudio wanted to chitchat. And why the hell was he looking for Ben? Perhaps there were rumors of a different sort that Ben needed to explore about Claudio’s sex life.
“He’s with his mom and dad,” Maxine said, scrambling for an excuse to close and lock the door. “And...oops, I think I hear my phone ringing! Good night, Claudio...”
“You have a good time tonight,” Claudio winked. “A very good time...”
Once she finally closed the door, she slammed herself against it, feeling the old rickety wood creak against her back. Eyes locked with Drew's from across the room, Maxine was certain that her gaze mirrored the raw intensity in his own.
“Most expensive condoms I've ever bought in my life.” Drew stood from his post at last and crossed his arms. “But I have a feeling it will be well worth it.”
There was simply no way that Maxine could move from her spot at the door. Sinking further down, she could only utter a weak moan.
“Now was that humiliating enough for you, Maxine?” he said as he began his leisurely stride across the room toward her, following the same route that she had just taken moments earlier.
“Yes, Sir,” she choked the words from her throat.
“But you enjoyed every second of it, didn't you?” he challenged her yet again.
Maxine simply couldn't answer him; her thoughts were clouded by the wantonness that consumed her. However, she knew this was a test—a final affirmation of her desire to submit.
“I need you, Drew...” was all Maxine could muster, the erratic tremor of each breath increasing with every step he took closer.
“Oh, do you now, little one?” he took such an apathetic tone with her.
“Yes, Sir...” Maxine’s lips puckered as she followed his every leisurely step with her green eyes. “Very much so...”
At last Drew reached her and left no distance between them. With a gentle thrust of his hips against her belly, he whispered directly into her ear. “You feel that, Maxine?” he demanded. “That's...need...”
With his thumbs he pressed so delicately against the underside of her breasts, he tugged the bodice of her dress downward with the clinch of his expert fingers. Mouth slackened in the midst of his hunger to taste every last inch of her flawless porcelain skin, he closed his lips around one perfect, ripe bud for a nibble.
The small paper delivery bag dropped to the floor from Maxine’s weak grasp as she dared to pull him closer, weaving her fingers into his thick, curly blonde hair.
A guttural sound that Maxine didn't recognize left her lips as he pulled his mouth away, only to grind closer to her with the pressure of his obvious arousal between them.
“Fuck, Maxine, you have no idea how much I crave you.” His voice was harsh and hoarse, rasping against her ear. “Every fucking second since we met…I need you more. Do you understand that?”
“Yes...Drew...Sir...” Maxine could barely remember her own name at that frenzied moment.
“No more Sir tonight,” his lips cascaded over her shoulder, then swept carefully down her arm, stopping to linger at the ticklish skin inside her elbow, and then gliding down to her wrist. All the while, he continued to speak softly, “No games. Just Maxine and Drew...”
“Just...tonight...?”
“Yes, Maxine, just tonight,” he groaned, burying his face in the nape of her neck, his tongue continuing to tease. “We have tomorrow...”
“Tomorrow...” she repeated, eyes rolling upward as she struggled with herself to stand.
“Little one, look at me...” His hands caught her face, subduing her for a moment to catch her attention. “You're sure this is what you want—what you need?”
“Yes...” She allowed herself to collapse into the strength of his chest. “Yes...”
Effortlessly, her lifted her into his arms, then splayed his hands over her back and her squiggling bottom to brace her from falling. By instinct, he wanted to command her to hold still—force her back into the dizziness of her submission with his orders and restraints. Just the thought of Maxine bound to his bed was enough to send him reeling right over the cliff...but for once in his life...Drew decidedly broke his meticulous rules.
Lips brushing over her temple, he breathed in her scent. “Dear God, I want you so much that it's been eating me alive,” he whispered, “and we're going to make love. Together. Tonight.”
“Mmmm…so sweet…” she cooed against his chest.
That little voice was the most wonderful sound to his ears as he carried her down that now familiar hallway just beyond the kitchen. Out of habit, he kicked the door shut, even though Ben wasn’t home, as he headed toward the center of the room.
With reverence, Drew laid Maxine down on her bed, taking care to rest her head on a heap of thick pillows. He sighed as he looked upon her—with her eyes shut tight and lips slackened as she rubbed her thighs together anxiously, wiggling around on top of the duvet. Her breasts swelled over the bodice of her dress—trapped just as Drew had left them when he'd lifted them from her bra only minutes before—with her nipples imploring him for his attention once again. She'd completely forgotten her modesty and didn't even flinch when she opened her eyes to catch him looking at her with such hunger in his eyes.
“Maxine,” he said, taking her hand and patting it. He groaned out loud, thinking about the restraints he'd need to use on her again one day so very soon. She was going to be—much to his most sinister delight—so very tough to control. “I'll be back in one minute...”
“No, don't go away...” Maxine twisted and turned as she pleaded.
But he turned anyway, leaving Maxine alone with the tortuous urgencies that ravaged her body. In a matter of hours, she had committed to submission and struggled through her first punishment, all the while so deliciously reveling in humiliation...
Maxine knew he was exceedingly accommodating with her that evening. She'd almost thought there was a trickle of tenderness filtering through that veneer of his dominant side. Since Drew opened her mind to so many illicit possibilities, she yearned for much more. She wanted him...wanted nothing more than to make love with him...but it was his daringly dangerous side that left her unhinged.
“I believe you dropped something, Maxine,” he said when he returned, first heading toward the window to close her blinds before sitting down on the bed next to her. In his hands, he held their precious delivery bag. “If we were playing, you'd be in big trouble for this—for simply leaving this on the floor in another room—but we're
not...” He leaned just a little closer to her, his hand barely touching her skin as he caressed her cheek. “In fact, I want you to tell me what you want this evening...”
Even in permitting Maxine to have a voice in her desires that night, Drew continued to exert his control, drawing her into a comfort zone just to experiment with her limits and needs.
“Kisses...” she whispered so very simply.
“Kisses...” he mused, inching nearer. With ease, he moved over her, hovering, and placed one single chaste peck on her mouth. “Another?”
“Oh...yes...”
Claiming her once more, he deepened the kiss only slightly, tickling the inside of her upper lip with the tip of his tongue.
“Mmmm...” Maxine purred.
“Enough?” Drew asked.
“More...”
“Oh, like this...?”
As his mouth caught hers yet a third time, Maxine clung to him with an insatiable hunger while he crushed his lips against her. His assault was almost bruising, heightening her already fiery senses as his tongue played against the tenderness of her gums and glided over her teeth, then dueled with Maxine's in a war fueled by pure passion. Each time Drew tried to stray—to her cheek, her neck, her closed eyes—Maxine brought him back with a demanding vengeance, indulging in these acts of affection.
With a suddenness Maxine hadn’t anticipated, Drew covered her body with his, pressing her deep into the mattress, still kissing her all the while.
“What’s next on your wish list, little one?”
Struggling then with the uncomfortable pressure of the bodice of her dress, she grimaced. “Too much…”
Drew reached behind her ear, and with just the tip of his finger, he followed the line of her jaw toward the dimple in her chin. Onward his finger journeyed down her neck and cascading into the cleavage of her nearly bare breasts.
“Want me to undress you, little one?”
“Please…”
Hands sculpting against her, he eased her up to a sitting position. His tender smile and the adoration in his eyes reassured her. “I think you need another kiss first…”
Her lips curled into a lazy pucker while Drew took his time, languidly lavishing her with his mouth once again. So tender was his manipulation that Maxine lost herself in the bliss of this delectable union. If only she could ignore the needs that ravished every last cell in her body, she could have kissed him all night long.
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