Page 84 of The Games We Play

She stands and turns to face me, her smile wide with excitement, and in her hands is rope. My body jolts with anticipation, and a feeling I’ve never experienced with another woman washes over me.

“From the moment I saw you tie up that piece of shit, I’ve fantasized about being at your mercy,” I whisper.

Her gaze turns molten. I lift my hands and hold them in front of me with my fists softly closed and wrists facing up.

“It was…empowering,” she admits and wraps the rope around my forearms, down to my hands. She makes expert work, and I pull on the restraint to test their strength. My cock jumps when they don’t give.

“Where did you learn to do this?”

“Youtubiversity,” she says without cracking a smile and guiding me to the edge of the bed. “Crawl to the center,” she orders, and I obey. “Now, lay on your back.”

I flop over and smile up at her, my hands lying on my stomach.

She pulls my feet to the corners of the bed, pulls them taut, and saunters over to my side.

“Lift your hands,” she says with a flick of her fingers over my head. I raise my arms, and she straddles my torso, reaching over my body. She pushes my arms back and loops a rope through the bindings.

She shimmies until her pussy is nearly over my mouth. “Hmmm,” I growl and raise my head and lick my tongue up her seam. My arms stretch, but it’s not uncomfortable. I pull on them, just testing the waters, but I’m suspended without the ability to move my legs or arms.

“Is that too much?” she asks, checking my stitches.

“No.” My voice comes out breathy. This is better than I ever fucking imagined.

Puppet slides back down my body and leans over, grazing my face with her nipples. I strain to reach up and suck one into my mouth, but she sits up, robbing me of the chance. My muscles flex, but the ropes hold.

“Use your words, Pet,” she purrs as she traces her finger down my sternum. “Tell me what you want.”

Her hair falls around her shoulder like a cascading waterfall, and I want to reach out and run my fingers through it, fist it in my hand, and flip the scenario where she is underneath me. I never dreamed it would feel this frustrating and hot as fuck at the same time to have her in control.

“Guess I’ll just have to leave you here until you find your voice.” She swings her legs off and stands, taking one step toward the door.

“Ride my cock,” I blurt, desperate to have her back. I can’t chase her. I can’t force her to come back; she has to choose it. I have to tell her exactly what I want. “Come back, and ride my fucking cock, Puppet,” I say with more desire lacing my tone. Fuck, I want her so goddamn bad.

A smile lifts her lips, and she climbs back on the bed. She drops her lips to mine and keeps them just out of reach. “How do you want me to ride your cock, X?”

“Like the dirty slut you are.” Her hand slips between us, and she grabs my dick, lining it up with her center, and slowly drags her wet pussy down my shaft until she’s fully seated, and she kisses me quickly before retreating.

Rocking her hips, she palms her breasts. I try to dig my heels in, buck my hips, something to get more movement, but she’s made sure that’s not an option. “Puppet,” I groan at the nagging feeling of being on the cusp of something fantastic but not quite reaching it. “Ride me like I know you fucking can. I’m begging here. Quit teasing me.”

Her gorgeous, plump lips part, and I clench my hands. Her fingers leave her nipples and dip down her abdomen and rub across her clit. Sherocks her hips faster and throws her head back, her hair tickling the tops of my thighs.

She’s fucking incredible working herself, using my cock—using me—to pull every ounce of pleasure she desires.

I get lost in the way her curves dance with her movements. I never knew I would get so much pleasure watching her take everything she wants. Her pace quickens and her moans grow louder, and all I can do is watch the goddess on top of me come undone. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and she keeps working her clit, grinding down on me as she rides every ounce of her orgasm. She’s panting and glistening with sweat when her blown pupils find mine.

She lifts off my cock and slams back down, picking up a fast rhythm, stroking me to perfection. I press the back of my head into the mattress.

“Yes. Just like that, Puppet,” I moan. “You take my cock so fucking good.”

Her nails dig into my chest, and she arches her back, lifting and dropping her ass perfectly.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe out, and my body tenses.

Abruptly, Puppet stops, and my cock springs free, the cool air a shock to my system.

“What the fuck?!” I shout, jerking on the ropes as Puppet bounces on her toes to her discarded bag.

“Just one more thing,” she says in an excited tone.

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