Page 27 of The Games We Play

“Then take my cock between your lips and swallow.”

I lick my tongue from the base to the tip before taking all of him into my mouth. I gag as he plunges to the back of my throat, but I don’t pull away.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans.

He’s right. He is my new addiction, his smell, his taste, his touch. I’ll never get enough. I’ll never grow immune, and I’ve sold my soul to the devil and am at his mercy.

“I’ve been holding out for this—for you,” he groans. “I knew you’d look perfect on your knees with my cock down your throat.”

He fucks my mouth faster, his balls tightening in my hand. As he comes, he grabs my cheeks, forcing me to hold still. I swallow him down as he strokes himself until his cock stills.

He pops from my mouth and continues gripping my cheeks, guiding me up to my feet with his hold.

I’m soaked between my thighs, and a painful ache builds in my lower abdomen. Getting myself off isn’t enough anymore, not after this. I need him to fill every one of my holes and leave me a sopping mess on this grungy floor.

“I’ve watched you,” he says, holding my chin firm and not letting my gaze drop to his dick between us. “Dipping your fingers between your greedy cunt.” He cups my pussy with his free hand through my leggings, and my hips rock of their own volition, begging for friction. “Tell me what it is you look at after you drench your vibrator and go to take a hot bath?”

My heart leaps up my throat, and I force a swallow as he waits for my answer. He’s been watching me, not just around campus or in public. He saw me inmyroom while I—oh shit.

“You were in my room?” I imagine a smile curving his lips as he leans in closer to me. His mouth brushes against mine.

“I’m everywhere, Puppet. And this,” He pulls his hand away from the apex of my thighs only to bring it back again with brutal force, slapping against my leggings. “Belongs to me.” The sting travels from my pussy through my body, and X swallows my surprised cry by molding his mouth around mine. He works his hand back and forth in tandem with his tongue, dancing with mine.

His taste is intoxicating, and something about knowing his cum just filled my mouth that he’s kissing sends a thrill through me. His hand isn’t enough. His tongue isn’t enough, even as my hips rock, and he’s practically holding me up by my tightening pussy.

X’s rock-hard erection presses against my abdomen, and I drop my hand to grip it firmly at the base.

“Take me, X,” I beg, my words come out more as a mewl than a coherent sentence.

Fifteen - X

Standing here, naked withblood coating my torso from a mark Puppet carved into my chest, I have never felt more…alive. When I took care of my first target, I didn’t think anything would ever compare to that. Then I took another job and another, and the euphoria grew with each kill until it became something I craved.

All those years of work, the feeling I never thought I could accomplish unless I killed is nothing compared to how my toy looked, straddling me with a knife digging her initial in my skin. Her letter stings with each breath I take, and I marvel at knowing I’ve permanently marked her as well.

It makes it all bittersweet to know I will be the one who ruins her.

She gazes up at me with her body flush against mine. I wonder if, even through the black abyss, she sees me. “Take me,” she begs, but it’s not enough. She hasn’t even felt what I have for her since I first laid eyes on her.

Slowly, I pull my hand from between her thighs and step back, robbing her of the one thing she wants at this moment.

“You’ll have to do better than that, Puppet,” I draw out and back away until the back of my thighs hit the table in the middle of the room. Her footsteps get closer, and her hands find my muscled abdomen. They splay wide as she slides her fingers around to my hips, digging her nails into my skin.

“I want you,” she purrs. “I want you to fill my pussy and show me how I’m yours in every way.”

My dick jumps, and I thread my fingers through her tangled hair and angle her head back. “Puppet,” I moan. I want to see her lust-filled gaze staring up at me, to watch her lips part just before I close the distance between us.

Instead, I rely on my other senses—the heat blazing where her flesh ghosts mine. The tightness in her voice tells me she’s ready to explode at my touch.

“I’m yours, X. Show me what you do to those who belong to you.”

My hand flies to her throat, and I squeeze within an inch of her life. Her hands grip my forearm and dig into my skin. “That’s right, Puppet. You are mine. This cunt,” I say and drop my free hand to her soaked leggings. “Belongs to me. Your orgasms aren’t to be heard by anyone else. Your body is mine to do with what I want, and right now, I want you laid back on this table, legs spread wide, so I can bury my dick into your tight pussy and have you scream my name as your salvation.”

Her hips buck against my hand, and she whimpers. I lift her with nothing more than my hand spread between her legs and the other around her throat. My muscles flex under her weight as I sit her ass on the table and push her back until her head lands on the metal surface. I yankher leggings and underwear down, not caring if I rip them from her body. I have to fucking have her before my next breath, or I might not survive. Right now, I can’t focus on what shifted or when things changed; that’s unimportant.

Lining myself up, I pin her waist with my hand so she can’t move. I buck my hips, forcing her to take all of me in one thrust. Her cry is melodious, and I slide out, only to slam into her again, this time harder. She screams my name as her pussy tightens around my cock. Her inner walls spasm around me, begging my cock to fill her cunt with my cum.

“That’s right, baby,” I moan as she stretches around my shaft. My thumb finds her clit, and she’s writhing on the table, her desire seeping around the base of my cock. “You’re my good fucking girl, squeezing around my cock like that.” I press down on her sensitive bundle of nerves, and her nails rake down my arm, which keeps her hip in place as she whimpers.

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