Abandon Ship (Anchored 4)

“You have beautiful breasts, Piper,” he tells me in response.

“Please, Maddox, I need…”

“What do you need, Piper?”

“Please,” I whisper once more.

“You’re beautiful when you beg, baby.” He takes my hand and places it over the front of his pants. Yeah, Maddox is hard as hell, and the thought of him sliding that thick cock inside of me just makes me even more wet, even more excited.

Feeling playful, I grip his cock, rubbing my hand up and down his pants. I want Maddox to hurry up and fuck me. I want to feel him filling me up. I want all of him, and I want it now. He groans as I rub him, but then he seems to remember the fact that he wants to make me come before he gets inside of me, and he drops to his knees in front of me.

“Maddox?” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy until you come all over my face, Piper,” he says, and before I can register what’s happening, his tongue is on me, and everything goes blank.

The mind-numbing pleasure is overwhelming that it’s all I can do to stay upright. Maddox grips my bottom, pulling my pussy closer to his face, and he licks and sucks and teases me until I can’t take anymore, and I explode. I come for him, crying his name, shaking, and before the final waves of my orgasm rush over me, he turns me around and carefully pushes me over the back of the couch. I bend over it, palms down on the cushions, legs still spread.

And then he’s inside of me.

I didn’t even hear him get undressed, but when Maddox fills me, suddenly, I’m right where I belong. Suddenly, the entire world feels right and safe and whole, and I cry out as he thrusts into me over and over, wringing the last shivers of my orgasm from me.

And then another one starts to build.

“You look so damn beautiful when you come, Piper,” he tells me. “That orgasm was the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Maddox,” I whisper, because I can’t think straight. I can’t do anything but take what he’s giving me, what he’s offering me. He thrusts into me over and over, running his nails down my back, tugging my hair, spanking my bottom as he fucks me.

And then the second orgasm washes over me, and this time, Maddox comes, too. He comes with a groan, tugging my hair. His nails dig into my ass and he murmurs my name, whispering things I can’t quite hear, and then he pulls me to my feet, turns me around, and kisses me.

“Piper,” he murmurs.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.

Everything feels right, and I am safe. I am adored. I am going to be okay. Just as long as he doesn’t stop touching me, everything’s going to be just fine. More than fine, really: it’s going to be great.

Chapter 10

Maddox

Piper and I go to bed, and when I wake up, she’s completely wrapped around me. Like a little kitten, she’s turned to me for comfort, and I won’t forget this feeling.

Ever.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, I slip out of bed and call Dylan. I explain the situation and let him know we’re going to be coming in. I want him to be the one to take Piper’s statement. She’s been through hell and back again, and the last thing I want is for someone who doesn’t understand domestic abuse or violence to freak her out or treat her harshly. Dylan lets me know when he’ll be in, and I head to the shower.

As the water washes over me, I’m filled with a mix of emotions.

Rage at Tad. Rage at what he did. Rage at the way he hurt the woman I love. No, I might not know Piper very well, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that he should have treasured her, taken care of her, adored her. He should have fucking worshipped her, and he didn’t.

I’m filled with relief that Piper is okay, that she’s safe. I’m relieved Odessa and I got to her before Tad found her. I’m relieved we’re going to talk with Dylan. I’m relieved she’s going in with me.

I’m filled with desire because Piper Queen is absolutely beautiful, absolutely delightful. I want to lose myself in her, and if I’m not careful, I just might.

I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why I hadn’t taken a serious submissive since joining Anchored. I like to play and I like to have fun. I like to watch people making love and I love to be watched. I like to learn. I like the excitement, the teasing involved in exhibitionism in this way, but when Piper is in my arms, I know exactly why I didn’t take a sub before this.

It’s because Piper is the one for me.

I never really knew if I believed in true love. I never knew if I believed in that whole “perfect someone” thing. I’m still not sure if I believe in destiny, but I do believe that when Piper is with me, I feel right. I feel whole. Something deep inside of me clicks, and the whole world feels right.