Page 44 of Game Over

His words should comfort me, but they only deepen my shame. Because even after everything he’s done, some part of me wants to believe him. Some part of me wants to accept this twisted absolution he offers. And that terrifies me more than any shock ever could.

15

RYKER

Her sobbing fills the room like music to my ears—the sweet sound of walls coming down. I’ve suspected this about Kira, catching glimpses in her search history and how her breath catches when I take control during our gaming sessions. However, hearing her admit it out loud is better than I imagined.

“So you’ve always wanted this.” I drag my finger along her tear-stained cheek. “To be completely dominated. To have someone take what they want while you pretend to resist.”

Her eyes flutter closed, shame and arousal warring on her face.

“You’ve dreamed about it while touching yourself. You’ve pictured Ghost forcing you to submit.” I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear. “That’s why you followed GhostDaddy obsessively. Why you never declined a game with Rogue.”

“Please...” Her voice breaks.

“No reward this time, Kira.” I pull back, keeping my expression neutral despite the satisfaction. “You weren’t honest at first. Made me work for that confession when you should have given it freely.”

The restraints jingle as she shifts, testing their give. Finding none.

“Maybe you’ll earn something with the next question.” I stroke her hair, gentle yet possessive. “Tell me about the first time you touched yourself thinking about me, about Rogue. What was the fantasy? Don’t skip any details.”

I adjust the dial on the remote in my hand, making sure she sees the movement. “And remember, I’ll know if you’re lying. I always know.”

I sit back, enjoying her internal struggle—how her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, the flicker of resignation in her eyes when she realizes there’s no escaping this confession.

“I...” Kira’s voice cracks. She swallows hard, her gaze fixed on the ceiling rather than meeting mine. “The first time was after that match against SkullCrushers. You stayed up coaching me until three a.m...”

Her words gain momentum like a dam breaking.

“I imagined you tall—taller than me by a lot. Dark hair that I could grab onto.” A deep flush spreads across her chest, climbing her neck. “Your voice was so deep over the headset that night, and I pictured you as muscular. Really built, with tattoos covering your arms and chest.”

I lean forward, drinking in every syllable. She’s describing me.

“I pictured you walking into my room, not saying anything, just... taking what you wanted.” Her breathing quickens. “Pinning me down, ripping my clothes off. Not asking permission.”

The corner of my mouth twitches upward. Her fantasy mirrors my reality so closely it’s uncanny. Like she’s been waiting for me all along.

“And...” she hesitates, her face burning crimson now.

“Continue,” I command, thumb hovering over the punishment button. “Every. Detail.”

“I imagined you had a piercing. Down there.” Her voice drops to barely a whisper. “A Prince Albert. I saw it in porn once and couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel inside me, how you’d use it to make me beg.”

My cock stiffens instantly against my jeans.

“I came so hard thinking about it,” she confesses, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “I was ashamed afterwards, but I kept doing it. Over and over. Imagining you forcing me to?—”

I press my palm against her mouth, silencing her, not because I want her to stop but because I need a moment to savor the symmetry of our desires.

The confessions fall from her lips like jewels I’ve been hunting for. Her fantasy lines up so accurately with my plan that I almost laugh. The universe has a way of delivering what truly belongs to me.

“I think you’ve earned a reward after all.”

I reach for my belt, the metal buckle making that distinctive sound that causes her breath to catch. Slowly, deliberately, I unbutton my jeans.

“Something you should know,” I say, my voice low as I lower my zipper. “In the maze, when you had your mouth on me—” I pause, enjoying how her cheeks flush at the memory, “—I wasn’t showing you everything.”

Confusion crosses her face. I free myself from my boxers, letting her see all of me. Her gaze drops and her pupils dilate immediately when she spots the glint of steel through my cock—the curved barbell of a Prince Albert piercing catching the light.

---