Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

Bonus Chapter (Smut and Fluff)

I added this chapter because I realized that I haven't written smut in this book for a while.

And everything was too serious, so this is like...a small break.

Also, I received a comment, asking for me to write some cockwarming. I lost the comment so I can't give credit. But I liked the idea.

If the person who gave the idea is reading, just let me know who you are and I'll give you credit.

It's not the best smut, but it's a little distraction from all the emotional and dramatic stuff. So enjoy!

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Maxwell's POV:

"Xavier!" I whined, "Can you give me some attention? Please?" I looked up at him with puppy eyes and a pout.

"I'm working. Shush" he lightly spanked me, pushing my head into his chest.

I groaned, pinching the side of his waist. Immediately, my hair was fisted and my head was yanked back.

"You wanna end up screaming and begging me to stop in front of 86 people?" Xavier warned, his eyes burning with sadism.

I gulped. "Sorry" I mumbled out, feeling a spark run down every single nerve of mine from the tone of his voice.

He let go of my hair, getting back to listening to the stupid presentation going on the zoom call.

Now a lot of you might think that I'm overreacting. But let me give you a little context of what torture is happening with me right now.

Here I am, sitting completely nude, on Xavier's lap. While the bastard, is still completely fucking dressed; even with the lapel pin on!

He's just got his pants pulled down a little, and his dick in my ass. Coz you know, that's the part no one sees on these online meetings.

We've been here.....for 2 ENTIRE HOURS!!!

I am dying of arousal, while my beautiful little husband (he's an asshole) doesn't even give a shit about me.

His dick is throbbing inside me like crazy. It's like...he's been on edge for years. Yet, he refuses to just fuck me.

His camera is not on, his mic is off too. But considering he's a part of the meeting, he has to keep these two things on whenever he speaks.

So every time he speaks, I'm just supposed to duck down and hide from the camera.

I don't want to fucking cockwarm anymore!

"Xavier!!" I cupped his face, making him look down at me, "Fuck me please."

Without warning, after being still for over half an hour, he just roughly thrusted up, going deep inside me.

A seductive moan automatically rolled off my tongue, my head falling on Xavier's chest and my dick leaking more pre-cum.

"Tsk. Didn't I tell you to not stain my shirt with your slutty juices?" Xavier grabbed my dick, squeezing the life out of it.

Just then, someone called his name, asking for his opinion. He grabbed my jaw roughly, making our eyes meet.

"You're gonna keep that mouth shut, and be as silent as I want you to be. I hear a single sound from you, and I'm going to fuck you on the street opposite to your office. Is that clear?"

"C-Crystal clear" I whimpered, placing my hand on his which was still squeezing my dick.

Xavier slapped my hand away, before unmuting himself and starting to speak. I bit his shirt to keep all my sounds in.