Page 10 of Game Over

I shivered as she reached my abdomen, running her tongue over the snake tattoo trailing across my hip. Each of her touches was like a jolt to my system, shocking me to life, whispering pleasure into every cell of me.

Her tongue trailed across the thick muscular ‘V’ of muscle that I’d fought so hard in the gym for, right to the other side to drag her teeth into my skin.

My hips jerked of their own accord, but I ignored the incessant, gnawingneedto grab her and pull her where I wanted her most.

That never ended well for me.

My master was kind, fair. But she didn’t tolerate being rushed.

“Tara,please,” I begged, opting for pleading instead. It was usually more effective anyway.

She hummed, the soft pleased lilt to the sound rattling my very bones. “Please, what? I can’t agree to do something if I don’t know what you’re asking for.”

Her tiger-like eyes met mine, every bit the predator waiting for the first twitch of her prey’s fearful retreat.

My face was on fire. Though I’d been into everything we’d done, having to articulate these things still made me embarrassed, which was exactly what she was looking for.

“You know,” I whined, squirming.

Her overly satisfied smirk told me she knew exactly what I wanted, but her shrug warned that it wouldn’t be that easy. “I don’t, but I suppose I couldguess…” Tara adjusted, gaze assessing as she shifted forward. “Here?” she asked, trailing her tongue over my stomach, narrowly missing my belly button.

I shook my head, my sharp inhale breaking with the motion. Though it wasn’t what I wanted, anywhere she touched, especially with that decadently sinful mouth, was heaven.

She hummed in thought. “Here?” This time she nipped my thigh, not nearly close enough to the inside for my liking.

“Please,” I tried once more, hoping she would show me some mercy.

There would be none of that here.

“Please here?” she asked, kissing between the crease where my leg met my torso, so impossibly close to what I needed, and yet miles away.

My body was on fire, every part of me screaming with need as I groaned, hands fisting the bars until my knuckles shone white.

“My cock,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I can’t hear you puppy,” she said, lips and teeth working just out of reach of where I needed her. “Speak, Jesse. Louder.”

I groaned, god the degradation of being treated like a dog was divine. An animal with nothing but a primal need to serve their master.

“My cock, please touch my cock,” I all but yelled, giving into her command despite my flaming face.

“Good boy,” she praised, easily moving over, her hand finally falling to the bottom of my length, holding me up to take my tip in her mouth.

It took every ounce of effort I had not to thrust into her mouth as she took her sweet time, lips wrapping around my length to slowly press downward inch by inch, nose brushing along my pelvis before inch by excruciating inch she released me, reaching the head of my cock, trying to suck my soul out of my body from it.

She’d come damn fucking close.

“God, please, fuck me already,” I begged. I needed to feel her around me, bury myself in her warm, wet cunt. Rut into her at my own pace.

“Someone’s in a hurry today,” she teased, giving me one final suck. “Good thing I am too. Otherwise, that would’ve been a whole lot of edging, Jess.”

She crawled into my lap, hovering over me as she moved her thong away. I could see her slick soaked cunt glistening from here, wet from just the idea of bouncing on my cock.

Or maybe, it was my easy submission. Either way… I knew she wanted me as badly as I craved her. And that was an undeniably heady feeling.

“Do you want me to use you?” she asked, sinking down to notch the barest inch of me at her entrance.

“Please, use my cock,” I pleaded. “Make yourself feel good, Mistress.”

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