Page 33 of The Games We Play

His.I’m his.I’ll gladly burn in this inferno of want and need as long as X is the one pulling me from the ashes.

He buries his fingers inside my pussy, but just as quickly pulls them out and sucks on his fingers. “I need more,” he groans. He lifts me from the floor and throws me over his shoulder with ease.

My nails scratch down his back and his muscles ripple underneath me. He tightens his grip before dropping me onto my bed. Quickly, he ties a piece of fabric over my eyes and then around my wrists, securing them above me. X’s weight shifts off the bed and something rattles in the room. A cold, smooth sensation slides down my sternum and abdomen, pausing over my clit.

“What is that?” I ask, squirming under the freezing item.

“Do you like it?” he drags it back up and grazes each nipple. It tickles running down my ribs.

Water.It’s melting Ice.

“Yes.”

He holds the cube over my clit, freezing it, numbing it to the touch. The pressure releases and is replaced with X’s hot mouth. His teeth bite down and my back comes off the bed. The orgasm he robbed me of earlier rushes to the surface, along with my blood, as he sucks. I grip around the bindings on my wrists and mewl his name. I’m so fucking close. His tongue and teeth abandon my pussy and I whimper.

So fucking close.

“I can’t take it.” Pulling on the restraints, I grow desperate for a release.

“I want you to come on my mouth, Puppet. I want to swallow every ounce of you.” He adds another ice cube and slowly drags his fingers along my seam, teasing me. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes!” I cry out. Begging him to get back to work.

“So eager to please,” he chuckles.

“X,” I plead.

“I’ve got you, baby girl.” He removes the ice and his fingers sink deep into my pussy while he works my sensitive bundle of nerves. My body is wound so tight, I can barely breathe. “Tell the world who you belong to.”

He bites down on my clit and I scream his name as a blinding orgasm fries my every nerve ending. X’s mouth disappears and his thick cock replaces his fingers. He buries it inside of me, his pelvis slapping against my spread legs. My pussy clenches around him, tightening to keep him there. He grunts as he thrusts harder into me, forcing me to brace my hands above my head to keep from sliding up the mattress.

“You’re such a good fucking slut, tightening around my dick. Listen to how wet you are for me.”

Our bodies slap together and I revel in the sucking sound of his cock moving in and out of me. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, biting it before moving to the other one. “Give me one more,” he demands, and he rams into me hard. I’m shoved off the edge he had me dancing on without warning. I swear I black out a moment, the sounds between X and I disappear and I’m floating, weightless.

The promises from all these months of teasing me are real. And I fucking want so much more.

I come back to X roaring his release, his hand around my throat and his lips crashing into mine.How will I ever get enough of him?

I lie there for a few moments as his panting breaths blow across the hollow of my throat.

His weight shifts off of me and he unties my wrists, kissing the inside of each palm as he does.

“Are you leaving again?” I ask, not wanting to remove the blindfold and see that I’m alone.

“You want me to stay, Puppet?” His voice comes from the other side of my room. Hewasgetting ready to leave. “Nothing good comes from getting attached to a man like me. I’m not good. Not even in the slightest.”

I brush my fingers across my clotted X over my heart.I think I’m far past attached,but what will happen if he sees that side of me?

“I wasn’t done playing with you,” I purr, rising onto my knees and spreading my legs wide, his cum and my juices sliding down my thighs. I run my fingers across my center and pop my fingers into my mouth, tasting us mixed together. X groans and his footfalls approach before he’s gripping my throat, his tongue plunging into my mouth to dance with mine.

“Let’s see how many times you can come for me, Pet.”

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I roll over theside of the bed and plant my jelly legs on the floor. Hours. I’ve had X in my room with me for hours, but there is a want coursing through my blood that even he can’t sate.

“Not Satisfied?” X asks, his voice thick with being so close to sleep. My fingers explored every inch of his face, memorizing his angular cheeks and full lips.

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