He returned his focus to Avily and Madam Love before he completely lost circulation behind his fly. The one benefit to this clusterfuck was he wouldn’t be alone with Avi. With Madam Love presiding over them, it wasn’t bloody likely he’d forget himself and let his hands or cock wander past the safety zone.
“My dear, have you known the pleasure of being under the control of another?” The Madam stepped behind Avily and lovingly ran her fingers through Avi’s golden waves before kissing her cheek.
Despite the innocence of the gesture, his traitorous cock thickened. He’d be a filthy liar if he didn’t admit that his depraved brain was having a merry time assembling provocative scenarios aptly titled The Virgin and the Dirty Dominatrix.
Clearly he needed therapy. Or at least he would after this was all done. Assuming he possessed any sanity worth saving.
“N-no, I haven’t.” Avi licked her lips. Rather than glancing toward Madam Love, her soulful eyes pinned him in place. “But I think I’d like it. A lot.”
A rough breath escaped him. Sweet goddess. Why did she have to go and say that?
His thoughts trekked to her inebriated babbling from the other night. Are you going to tie me up like you did last time?
He’d originally assumed her request was the result of too much drink and a dream-fogged brain. But now he questioned that theory. He shouldn’t be intrigued at her sharing a fascination for doing the same kinky, debauched things he regularly fantasized of enacting with her. It was infinitely dangerous, knowing she’d welcome that dark edge while pushing for more, encouraging him to accept nothing less than her total surrender.
Hell. He’d stupidly assumed he’d be able to keep his wits together if he was the one controlling the situation, but it was all too clear that control was a flimsy charade when it came to Avi. She would always be the master holding dominion over him, regardless of which of them jockeyed to be on top.
He groaned at his choice of words. Now he was going to have yet one more tormenting image implanted in his mind. This time of Avi sitting on his cock, her hips circling in a lusty rhythm as she took him deep.
He really needed to stop torturing himself this way. Dragging a palm over the scratchy bristle on his jaw, he cleared his throat. “Are you saying you want me to take over the role of Dom now?”
Avi’s eyebrows tweaked into a low V. “Not a chance, bub.”
He offered her a wry look. “Nice to see you’ve managed to work past your revenge issues.”
She smiled sweetly. “Bite me, Jer.”
There was a far-too-tantalizing suggestion. Before he could give it dangerous consideration, Madam Love abandoned Avi’s side and strode toward him, her eyes sparkling. “You’re intending to play sub? Most unexpected…and delightful. Or should I say delicious?” She paused and swatted his left ass cheek. “Hmm, yes. I think that’s entirely accurate.”
He sent Avi a desperate look, but the unhelpful little troublemaker only returned it with a grin and raised eyebrows.
Madam Love stepped aside and stroked her chin. “You’re overdressed for this occasion.”
He gritted his teeth. “No way in hell I’m stripping down here.”
The woman made a tsking sound and glanced to Avi. “He’s not the least obedient.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
He glared at Avi. “Just remember one thing—payback is a bitch.”
She gave an exaggerated shudder that was in direct opposition to the wickedness of her expression. “I can’t wait, big boy.”
Fuck, forget about being the death of him. She was going to inflict nothing less than complete annihilation, and likely love the hell out of every second of his downfall.
Madam Love crooked her finger, and Avi immediately trotted to the woman. “My dear, perhaps he needs to be reminded who’s boss.”
Avi bit her lip, her sultry gaze eating him alive. His body instinctively reacted with a hot flush of desire that steamed him from the inside out. There wasn’t a centimeter of his skin free of sweat. Despite the intent in her eyes, Avi hesitated, her arms lax at her sides.
“Don’t doubt yourself.” The Madam stroked Avi’s cheek reassuringly. “You hold total power over him. Seize the reins, and he will be putty in your hands, all too ready to mold to your bidding.”
A world of longing resided in Avi’s gaze. He could feel himself being drawn into that bewitching epicenter where her heart lured him to infinite, unattainable treasure. Beyond the beckoning doors lay a paradise he couldn’t claim. Her hands finally made their move, sliding reverently along his forearms, her nails discovering every damn nerve ending that reduced him to a quivering mass of sensation. He equally resisted and hungered for her touch.
Heart pounding, he willed himself to break loose of her contact, and instead groaned when her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans. She caressed the fine line of hair that disappeared into his briefs, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his lower abdomen jumping beneath her roving fingertips. “Avi, don’t.”
“Shh.” Ignoring his weak protest, she rerouted course and eased his T-shirt up along his belly. He automatically raised his arms, aiding her task, before realizing he was contributing to his own destruction. She tossed his shirt aside and hummed in pleasure. “You have the most beautiful body, Jer. I could absolutely eat you up.” Without warning, she licked his nipple, her devilish tongue curling around the stiffening nub.
“Goddamn it, Avi.” He went to push her away but somehow ended up grabbing two handfuls of her luscious ass instead. Even his traitorous hands had a mind of their own.
She wiggled against his hold, granting him a few paltry seconds to bask in the illicit act of squeezing and massaging the soft flesh that occupied his raunchiest fantasies. Before he could properly get his fill of her, she untangled herself from his grip. “You’re being exceptionally naughty, Jer. I’m the one in charge here, remember?”
“This should keep him in his place.”
He and Avi glanced toward Madam Love. Her grin suitably devilish, she held aloft a pair of leather wrist restraints.
Avi chuckled. “Has anyone told you you’re an excellent wingwoman?”
“A time or two.” The woman approached Jerrick.
He gave a fierce shake of his head. “Don’t even try it, blondie.”
Madam Love ruffled his hair affectionately. “Oh, stop your fussing. This is for your own good. Wouldn’t be surprised if you beg me to sell you a set of these to use later at home.”
That’s what he was afraid of. “I mean it. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if—” He grunted when the woman slapped his arms behind him and clicked the cuffs in place. He was no damn weakling. No way in hell she should have accomplished that feat so effortlessly. Before he could give voice to his bewilderment, a black silk blindfold was whisked in place over his eyes. He instinctively stiffened. In more ways than one. Desperately attempting to tune out the persistent throbbing in his cock, he swallowed past the dryness in his throat. “I don’t like this.” The assertion sounded unconvincing, even to him.