Page 54 of Heartless Game

My balls hurt from the need to come, which I was going to stave off as long as I could. Pulling out slightly, I thrust back in, pulling out and then shoving back in again, setting up a fast and brutal pace until I was blatantly fucking Tovah’s face. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gasped for air every time I withdrew, only to shove deeper, holding still so her nose was pressed against my base.

“That’s right, choke on my cock. You’re lucky I’m letting you breathe at all.”

She moaned around me, like the idea of my stealing her air turned her on even more.

Fuck.

I was close.

I slowed down, not wanting to come yet. I wanted, no needed, for this to last as long as possible. It wasn’t only how good her throat and mouth felt. It was the way our eyes had locked on each other, the connection making my heart race in my chest. She might absolutely loathe me, but in this moment, she was mine, trapped by my hands and my cock and unable to look away.

“I own you,” I told her harshly. “Not just your mouth or throat. I ownallof you, amore mio. How does that feel, bella ragazza, knowing you’ll be owned by me forever? Possederò la tua anima proprio come tu possiedi la mia.”

Amore mio. My love.

Bella ragazza. Beautiful girl.

Possederò la tua anima proprio come tu possiedi la mia. I’ll own your soul like you own mine.

I barely knew what I was saying. I’d switched to Italian and absolute nonsense was pouring out of me, words I’d take back if I had any real awareness of how I felt. I couldn’t be blamed, not when her throat was squeezing my cock so damn tight, like a fucking vise, and not when her eyes were a dark, passionate, angry and lustful brown, filled with tears and wet like her pussy must be by now.

I inhaled, trying to force myself not to come, shoving my cock in impossibly deeper, gripping her wretched pink hair tight in one hand so she had to take me. She spluttered and choked, unable to breathe, trying to pull away, but with nowhere to go. The monster, angry at all she’d made him feel, leaned into his evil inclinations, pinching her nose closed with his free hand so she couldn’t breathe at all. A dazed shock filled her eyes and I realized she was about to pass out with her throat closed tight around my fucking cock. I’d never had this much control over anything or anyone, but my girl was about to black out because of my cock and fingers, and the knowledge won against the effort not to come.

With a groan, I released her nose and hair and withdrew my cock from her throat. She gasped, falling backward, but I was already coming all over her hair and face, shooting lines of white cum across her forehead, closed eyes, nose, mouth, down to her chin and neck, until she resembled an absofuckinglutely filthy toaster strudel.

And I wanted to eat her just as badly.

Falling to my knees, I crawled over her, pulling her legs free and descending on her soaked cunt, sucking her clit and stabbing my tongue inside her pussy until she came all over my face with a desperate, exhausted cry.

Fuck.

Catching my breath, I stuffed my cock back into my jeans and zipped them closed.

“Isaac?” Tovah searched my gaze, seeming worried and vulnerable. I’d never owned her more than I had in that moment, tied up and naked, exhausted and trembling, face covered in my cum. I relished my possession, as much as I did her soft uncertainty. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was looking for reassurance that she’d done a good job. And she’d done an excellent job, but I couldn’t tell why she seemed so shaken up and needy. I just knew I fuckinglikedit. Seeing her like this made my cock begin to thicken all over again.

A thought occurred to me, awful and inspired. Grabbing my phone, I unlocked it, snapping a few photos of her as she stared at me, confusion turning to cognition, and then all-out rage.

“Did you just take pictures of me?! Like this?!”

I shrugged, putting my phone back in my pocket.

“Spank bank material,” I explained, giving her the full-on Dr. Dimples.

“Isaac Silver, I’m going to kill you,” she seethed.

I tilted my head. “Are you? Or are you going to doexactly what I say, unless you want these photos emailed to Veronica’s and Toby’s inboxes—along with the rest of campus.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Want to test me and see?”

I was lying through my teeth, of course. No fucking way would I ever let anyone see her looking like this. No, Tovah Lewis, naked and covered in cum, was an image for my eyes and cock only. I’d kill anyone else who even tried to imagine it. She didn’t need to know that, though—not if it hurt her. Not if it kept her in line.

You’re being a real asshole, Silver, my inner voice said uneasily.

I ignored it. I’d given the monster full control.

Still, I walked behind her, untying her wrists and checking for any sign of strain. Her right wrist was still red and chafed from the handcuff the night before, and seeing it made me want to punch someone—myself, namely. I’d ordered a new set, leather and fur-lined, so she’d be comfortable when she was chained to me. They were arriving later this week. Tonight, I’d bandage her wrist after she showered so she could heal. And try to ignore the fire in my chest—guilt from knowing I’d caused her physical harm.

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