Page 9 of Game Over

I shuddered at her words, cock already starting to jump to life at the suggestion. “Please,” I whimpered, falling into my role easily.

“What a good puppy,” she purred softly, long fingers wrapping around my throat in a possessive, dominating hold as she controlled our kiss.

My cock continued to swell, hips moving to rut into her as her teeth pulled at my lower lip.

A dog with a bone, in more sense than one.

“Let's go to bed,” she murmured, letting the blankets fall to the floor as she stood.

I caught her outstretched hand, letting her pull me up off the couch and towards my room. My back hit the mattress with a soft huff of air escaping me, Tara’s eyes soft and appreciative despite the rough treatment.

So it was one ofthosenights.

She must’ve been dommed hard tonight, it was the only time she got like this out of the blue.

Worked up.

In need of release.

The Tara that I knew so well.

She stalked over to me, a predator coming for their prey.

My owner coming for her puppy.

Tara threw her sweater over her head—no bra—and pushed her leggings down, leaving her in just a pretty purple thong.

God, she was marvelous. Her curves were crazy, the way her hips dipped in the center before rounding out to the bounciest ass I’d ever seen. And thetattoos. As someone who was heavily tatted myself, it was something I always looked for in a partner, and hers were beautiful. A patchwork of black and gray pieces formed a larger tapestry instead of one large piece that took up a lot of space. The effects were similar, leaving her with a heavily inked chest and arms. A collage that told a story about who Tara was as much as acting as decoration against her moon-pale skin.

My eyes latched on my favorite, the moth centered on her chest, a crescent moon hanging above it. It was an artistic rendering of a lunar moth, with a slightly darker twist. My fingers twitched with the urge to feel the slightly raised skin there. To trace the delicate lines. But I knew what would happen if I touched without permission.

There were plenty of times when we had sex when this dynamic wasn’t in play. But when Tara really needed to let loose?

It was playtime.

Which meant touching when told, speaking when told.

Coming when told.

My cock was a hard line in my gray sweatpants, pressing firmly against the fabric as I watched her eyes make their way along my frame. Assessing. Planning.

The seconds ticked by in a special sort of agony, the waiting was always the hardest part.

But also… the most rewarding. Because I knew once it was over Tara would do everything in her power to make sure that the pleasure I felt was overwhelming.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before she was on top of me, kissing me once again. Her lips moved steadily along my jaw, teeth grazing at my sensitive skin with a hum as she tugged off my T-shirt. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin as her warmthleeched into my colder body. She wassowarm and plush, smooth skin silken to the touch.

Heat had to be close.

Her hands found mine again, pushing them up against the bars of the headboard.

“You know the drill, Jesse,” she said, her voice taking that deeper, sultry tone it always did when she was like this. It rolled over me like honey, sweet and thick. Sticking into my pores until I had no choice but to obey the wordless command, my hands threading through the gaps in the bars to wrap around and hold on.

She kissed behind my ear, lips moving lower as she urged me to lift my hips so she could strip me out of my bottoms, but not before being sure to bite my earlobe hard—drawing out a little rumbling groan from deep in my chest.

She grazed along my jaw and down my neck, lower over my clavicle and down my chest. Though it wasn’t visible beyond a subtle sheen, I could feel the sticky marks her cherry lip gloss left on my skin as she worked her way downward. Teasing and nipping as she took her time.

Maybe, one day, I should have her wear a darker lipstick andreallymark me. Leave lipstick prints over my face and neck… ring my cock with it in a perfect visual of how her lips looked wrapped around me.

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