Page 53 of The Games We Play

“What do you want from me?” He purses his lips and tightly closes his eyes, avoiding looking at me.

“I just want to pass your class,” I pout in a whiny girl accent. “Please Professor, I’ll do whatever you want.” I slide my hand up and down his shaft, and his body shudders as he hardens. “You like that, Professor?” I coo and squeeze at the base, forcing him to moan. His body betrays him as it responds to my touch. Pre-cum beads at the tip as he hardens under my hand and I quicken my pace.

“No, stop. Please,” he says, but it comes out breathy and he bites on his lip as I keep going, stripping him of his desires and pleasure, ripping them from his soul like Seth did mine. There’s no place in this world for men like him. After tonight, there will be one less monster.

I keep pumping my hand, and with my knife, I leave lines of blood across his pecs and chest. Brady screams in pain, but the sound morphs to pleasure. He begs me to stop to the point he’s sobbing as cum shoots from his dick. I smear it across his body to wipe my hand clean and laugh at his pathetic state.

“All those girls who felt like they didn’t have a choice or the ability to say no… This is for them.”

I let go of his dick and grab my blade with both hands and sink into his thigh. I remove it before he can register what happened, only to sink it into his opposite leg.

Throwing my head back at his pain, I twist to see my phone screen, to make sure X is still watching. He’s working his dick at a quickened pace, and I want to hump the pillow just to get friction against my aching clit and throbbing pussy.

“Imagine it’s my pussy tightening around your cock and my lips that your mouth is devouring,” I say while stabbing Brady’s stomach and carving his chest. The fucker has passed out again, but I don’t stop.

“Fuck, Puppet. Don’t make me come looking at your back,” X says from behind me and my cheeks heat with equal amounts of pleasure and satisfaction.

I got to him. I fucking got to him and it’s exhilarating.

Pushing to my feet, I drag my knife across Brady’s rising and falling chest, leaving a red line of blood in my path. I fist his thin hair and pull his head back, exposing this neck.

“Die, you sack of shit,” I spit and drag my blade clear across his throat. Blood spurts and sprays across the floor in front of him, and I let his sagging body fall to the floor with a thud.

I pant and adrenaline pumps through every cell of my body. My attention flicks to my phone and X squeezes the base of his shaft just as his cock jumps and cum shoots from the tip and drips down his erection.

“I want to lick you clean,” I mewl, wishing he was in this room.

“I want your hot mouth wrapped around my cock as I shove it down your throat,” he moans, and I squeeze my thighs together.

“So greedy,” I tease and pick up my phone to make my escape. “Too bad you aren’t here.”

Smiling, I look around at the blood bath I’ve created. The rest of the house didn’t fare much better because, in his defense, he put up a hell of a fight, even drunk.

“You don’t need to linger. I’ll make a call for a clean-up. Go home, Puppet.”

“Merry Christmas X,” I say with a saccharine tone and hang up.

I slip out the back door where I came in, a shadow into the night with no trace that I was me.

Twenty-Eight - X

Our call ends, andI’m left gripping my softening dick with cum spread up my stomach and chest.

What the fuck did I just experience?Besides, the best fucking thing ever…

What I wouldn’t give to have her overpowering me and taking everything she needed from me. My cock stirs, and I groan.

Damn this woman.

I can’t fight the smile that turns up my lips as I replay every moment of the call. My hand wasn’t enough. I want to sink deep into her cunt and make her pay for putting me through this misery.

My finger hovers over the callback button, but I sigh and toss it to my feet at the bottom of the lounge chair. I run a cold shower, hoping to wash her off my skin and out of my mind. But I know I won’t work. I’ll live with her running through my veins for the rest of my life and torture myself like I deserve for what I’ve done…what I’m going to do.

After I dry my hair and pull on my gray sweatpants, I pour more whiskey to combat this ill feeling churning in my stomach. I’m not oneto get attached. Everyone and everything in my life revolves around a job. The same job that’s taken more than it’s given me.

My phone rings again, and I smirk at the image of Puppet sprawled out on her bed, staring up at me in the camera I hid on her ceiling fan, fucking herself after the night she had. I frown when it’s a private number.

“Hello?”

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