Page 45 of The Game

“Do it.”

I lifted my head so he could slip the silky blindfold over my eyes. Then something touched my wrist.

“And tie you up,” he added.

I swallowed, trusting him but also slightly nervous. “Okay.”

A pause followed. His lips touched mine, and I echoed the soft kiss. I needed him so much.

This time, when he spoke, his voice held more concern. “You know I would never do anything you didn’t like. Trust me?”

“Always.”

“You’re such a good girl.”

Damn, but those words made me melt.

Neatly, he tied my wrists to constraints I hadn’t noticed on the upper corners of the bed, then did the same with my ankles. It left me spread out for him. With being unable to see, a riot of sensations passed over me.

They intensified even more when Malachi brushed a knuckle over my waist. I shivered, and flexed my limbs. His lips followed, drawing a trail over my belly and my breasts.

He bit my nipple through the lace of my bra. “Tell me how this feels.”

“So good.”

He didn’t mean the kisses. A light buzzing sounded, then Malachi lifted my bra cup and inserted something inside, a flat and soft disc. He repeated the same on the other side, and whatever small devices I’d chosen vibrated against both nipples at the same time. I moaned and rolled my shoulders, focusing on the sensation.

He rumbled approval, then laid a deep and drugging kiss on my aching lips. Other than his mouth, he barely touched me, and every inch of my skin was awake and ready for him. My whole body yearned to be touched, and the vibrations only made it worse.

Malachi left my mouth and peeled back one cup to suck on my nipple. I cried out at how good it felt.

“They’re rock-hard. You love this, don’t you?”

I nodded, my words failing. He sucked again, the vibrations not stopping. I writhed under his touch, a wave of pleasure close to cresting through me. Could I come like this? Probably, if he kept up the good work. I’d never known anything like this feeling.

“Not yet, angel.”

He pulled away, adjusting the disc toy back in place and reinstating my bra cup.

Then his touch skimmed my legs. Malachi adored my body. He told me so often. He particularly loved my thighs, often driving with one hand under my skirt. He sometimes wrote me dirty messages at work, telling me how he wanted to lift up whatever dress I was wearing and touch the soft skin other people could only imagine.

Now, his fingers and mouth explored, his tracing digits on my inner thighs driving me even crazier.

He moved away again, the dip of the mattress telling when he left and got back on the bed.

“Your second choice.” He shifted my underwear to place a bulky and cool object inside. It had to be a vibrator from the size, though he left it gaping my knickers open, and only lightly resting against me.

He touched it, and the toy rumbled into life. This was a heavier vibration than the discs. A steadier wave-like roll. I tried and failed to get closer.

Malachi didn’t keep me waiting. He took hold of the end and rubbed it over my aching core, though steering clear of my clit.

“You chose well, angel. That’s going to be inside you in a minute. Does it feel good? You should see how you look, all laid out for me. You’re so wet and ready.”

“I want you,” I begged.

“You’ll have me. But I get to play first.”

He toyed with me, soaking the device in my wetness and dragging the end over my centre until desperation had me gritting my teeth. Only then did he press the blunt end into me. I almost sobbed in relief.

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