“You’re right,” I reassured, knowing the truth. It wasn’t that easy with Madden. We were family, embarking on a taboo fucking journey across the world, where no one knew.
Part of that thrilled me. It was the same part that filled me with dread. Taboo was hot in fantasies, but when reality came creeping in, it got real super fast.
“Well, I won’t keep you but as soon as you have a free moment, I want to really talk.”
“Will do, I love you.” Since Dox and Harley died, I never spared a moment to tell everyone around me that I loved them.
“I love you too, Andy. Please be safe but also have fun and be free. You’ve been locked down for a while.”
“I know, I know,” I mollified, thinking of all the things I didn’t do because Brandon didn’t appreciate it.
She hung up and then I noticed Madden wasn’t in the same spot. Craning my head, I noticed no one was. Looking behind me, I noticed Madden then, a glare on his face.
What did he hear?
“I don’t like hearing that fuck’s name,” he grumbled, much like a caveman would. The guys were nowhere to be found and that unsettled me.
“Where’d everyone go?”
“They’re in their rooms. Told them I needed the space.”
Peering at him, I noticed the way his fists balled, anger coursing through him like a high he probably wanted. It wasn’t news that Madden took to drugs and drank far too much. Hell, it made sense why he was always loose when performing. But Dox and Harley didn’t want that. I should help him avoid that shit, but how could I be a lover and an aunt?
Where was the fucking line?
“Good thing you won’t have to hear it again,” I attempted to assuage him. He didn’t take the bait, grumbling low. He stood without a second passing, coming toward me.
I was on the couch, there were three plus the recliner seats too. Suites were weird and I loved them, but sometimes, it reminded me how much different my life was about to be.
Madden loomed over me, a tower shading my light and glaring like he needed to live up to the Reaver name. He overshadowed his own father, climbing the charts far faster and exceeding what Dox did in half the time.
“Tell me how I should use you,” he ordered.
I swallowed the dryness in my mouth, trying to conjure words for what he just asked me. “What?”
He leaned down, his hand tipping my chin, a sizzle hit my nerve endings where our skin met. “Tell me how I should use you, little demon. Then maybe I’ll let you come.”
“Fuck.”
“No, use your words. Tell me.”
“I-I what if they hear us?”
He smirked, confidence blooming across his angry face. “They heard you screaming for me earlier. Now, since I need to teach you to not have his name spoken in my presence, I’d very much like to punish you.”
“Madden...” I whispered, not nervous but excited. It made zero sense. He barely touched me and now he actively sought to punish me.
“Words, baby,” he cooed.
“My mouth,” I finally gave in. I would be remiss if I didn’t want to recreate our first moment.
“Hmm, sounds promising,” he replied, chuffing my chin. “Well, get to it.”
“You want me to—”
He nodded, cutting me off. “Your punishment is shame. Get on your knees and show me you’re sorry.”
I lowered onto the floor, my body tingling all over. Was that what shame did to you? Made you feel weak in the knees, wobbly, like Jell-O was the only consistency of your bones?
Reaching for his belt, I stopped. “Can I?”
“Yes, you may,” he confirmed, patting my head twice. It flamed my skin, the way he treated me with both no respect and all the respect when I wasn’t on the floor. I clamored for the emotions and couldn’t deny I enjoyed them.
Unbuttoning his jeans, I felt power. Was this what they meant when they said you were the one with the power while a man was above you? It coursed through me, the realization that being on my knees wasn’t shameful at all.
Was that his lesson? Treat me like a whore on my knees while fucking me but like a queen by his side otherwise? Confidence blossomed in my chest, knowing on my knees I might be beneath him, but I brought him pleasure.
I had all the power.
Unzipping him, I pulled out his cock and he immediately hissed. “Touch starved?” I taunted, making sure he saw my arrogance.
He glowered, but there was an appreciation there. A comfortability he didn’t have with others. He hadn’t fucked anyone in the time we were apart, he didn’t share himself because he felt things when touching.
He saved that for me.
I made him feel.
Madden wanted to feel, with me.
His hard length swung out, reminding me how large he was. The metal piercings stared back at me and I couldn’t believe I’d already forgotten about them.
There was a point in pleasure where the mind lost itself. A head space where bliss and satisfaction blended and the mind lost all conscious thought.
Staring at his leaking tip, I realized how much pleasure he brought me hours earlier.
With a brave streak in my chest, I licked his head, watching as his head fell back, exposing the sexy strain of his throat. “Look at me,” I demanded, much like he always did. His eyes showed me his presence. If he disassociated, I couldn’t see unless he kept watching me.
“Suck,” he instructed, his jaw ticking with a concentration I understood.
I took him into my mouth, loving the way he tasted like me. He went bare, something I’d never done, not even with Brandon. It should scare me, deter me from pushing whatever the fuck this was, but I couldn’t.
“Don’t be a bore, Andy.” He reached into his pocket, as if he was unaffected, pulling out a joint. In a normal hotel, this would be illegal. I was sure in this fancy one it still was, but rich people had perks.
If not for the tenseness of his shoulders and jaw, I’d think he didn’t care for my mouth and tongue. I bobbed and watched as he flinched. It didn’t stop him from smoking above me, lack of care on his face.
But it was there, his arousal. Not only in how rock-hard he was but how he couldn’t stand straight without twitching.
I took him deeper, reaching for his balls. He groaned, sounding more like a hiss. With one hand, he smoked, with the other, he grabbed my hair, twisting it in his fist.
“Do you want to come, Andy?”
I hated when he called me Andy. Not any time before this moment or the previous one. But not having little demon or baby or whatever the fuck he wanted to call me made me pout.
“Oh, is someone pouting?” he taunted me, blowing smoke down at me. I inhaled, reminded of an easier time when life wasn’t a mess and Madden didn’t have to hide behind his own skin. “What?” He gripped my hair tighter, pulling me off his cock. “Can’t talk when you’re full of me like a whore?”
My body shuddered at that word.
“Atta girl,” he praised. “Love being a little whore for your nephew?”
My eyes widened and I peered around as if the guys still sat nearby. Anyone could’ve heard him. He righted me by tugging me back. Kneeling, he came face to face with me.
“Lips so swollen from my cock, loves to be called a whore... What's next? You want me to fuck you in front of the world... make you my stage and perform on you?”