Page 71 of A Fool's Game

“You’re not asking. You’re telling,” Taylor’s command booms in from the sidelines, just in case either of us forgot he was there.

Ainsley sucks in a breath, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

Then, slowly enough that I can watch every muscle in his body shift, he lowers his forehead until it touches mine. “I’m going to fuck you,” he says softly.

I can tell it’s still a question, so I nod just enough for him to feel it.

“I have condoms,” he whispers, ever the gentleman.

I shake my head.

I’ll be damned if anything is coming between this man’s skin and my own.

He sits up and slides back until he can free my legs, pulling my panties down one side and then the other.

“Put them in her mouth,” Taylor chimes in.

Ainsley looks sharply in his direction before catching himself and focusing his attention back to me. He sits forward, still holding my underwear, and for a moment I think he’s going to do it. I suck in a long breath and brace myself for him to force the material between my lips.But he reaches for my hands instead, holding them together at the wrists and stretching the soft material out until it’s long enough to wrap around. He struggles for a moment to get a knot in the tiny amount of slack he has to work with, but in the end he succeeds.

I let my arms rest above my head, bound, and watch the newfound power gleam in his eyes.

I know dominance isn’t this man’s natural state, but it looks good on him.

Ainsley pushes my knees apart and grips his own dick, hard and long, bringing his hand between my legs.

“How wet is she now?” Taylor asks.

“So wet,” Ainsley murmurs as he slides his fingers into my body, bringing my wetness out and coating the tip of his cock.

“Get in there and show her who’s boss.”

Ainsley’s breath catches at Taylor's harsh words, his gaze darting from his dick to Taylor to me and resting there for just a moment before he does just that.

Leaning forward, he presses his tip inside me, followed by the whole length. All at once. Too fast. Too much. He stretches me open, and I gasp at the suddenness of it all.

His eyes meet mine once more and I can see he wants to ask if I’m okay, but I let him know with my gaze.

“What are you waiting for?” Taylor taunts from the sidelines.

“I thought I hurt her,” Ainsley says quickly.

Taylor chuckles darkly. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

“I’m not trying to hurt her,” he responds, defensively, still balls deep in my body, his hands gripping me around both hips as he holds me open for himself.

“Why not? She touched herself without asking. That’s our job. Our territory. I think she deserves to learn her lesson.”

I watch the tornado of emotions war on Ainsley’s face.He’s obviously very turned on by Taylor’s words. The idea of the game he’s being offered intoxicates him. He’s practically drooling from his half open mouth.But then there’s the born and raised gentleman. The man who would never hurt awoman. The ally who would stand up for my rights, anyone’s rights. The kind soul who would never, ever get off on degrading his new girlfriend while another man watches.

That last thought almost makes me moan aloud. I know Ainsley has it in him to let go. I wonder if I can help.

“Maybe I’m not yours after all. Is that it?”

Taylor growls at my taunt, Ainsley's gaze darting to him in confusion as he tries to process my words. Their meaning.

“You are,” he says finally.

“I’m what?”

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