Page 118 of The Games We Play

“What’s your safe word?”

“Orion,” she says urgently.

Flipping on the switch, the buzzing sound rips through the room like a thousand bees are swarming around it.

I press lightly over her swollen clit. Her arousal beads off the rubber tip, the sound of the vibrating wetness now fills the room, mixed with the throaty groans coming from her chest.

I press the tip closer, then pull back. Soft, then hard. Repeating that movement until she’s begging, pleading for me.

And fuck, my cock feels the same. I unbutton my fly and allow the denim to splay open, exposing the base of my hard cock that’s pressing down between my legs.

“Mmm, fuck.” I growl. Mimi stares between my legs as I pull out my cock and stroke it from base to tip. Using the precum to circle over the crown, I cover the tip and round over the top, then stroke down to the base.

She knows how often I watch her doing yoga in the morning—every fucking day—but she’s never witnessed me take my pleasure. And by the way she’s bucking and moaning, she likes it.

I continue to give myself long, languid tugs. My mouth drops open as pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I breathe through, holding myself back.

Jesus fuck, the things she does to me, stealing my control without even trying.

I push the tip into her clit hard, needing her orgasm like I need my next breath.

She screams as her hips buck and hands pull at the restraints. Her head is pressing into the mattress as she tosses it back and forth, her breath heavy and labored.

Pulling the vibrator away from her body, I toss it on the bed and push my jeans down my legs. Stepping out of them, I pressmy hips in between hers, the back of my cock rubbing between the arousal that coats her lips, and I piston my hips over her center, rubbing the crown against her clit.

“That’s one, sunshine.” I continue to buck my hips, running the tip over her sensitive bud. “Give me another,” I demand.

My cock is throbbing, but I don’t hold back and keep my pace. Her body trembles before another whimper and she comes again, groaning through another climax.

I pull back and lean over the bed, grabbing the blindfold and quickly placing it over her head. Her eyes were squeezed shut coming down from her orgasm, so she gasped with surprise.

Thank God it was only three days, because I can’t hold myself back anymore.

Grabbing a small bullet vibrator, I hold it between my fingertips and graze it over the tops of her feet, over her calves, and up her inner thighs. She’s begging, but this time it’s for a break or to stop. She’s mumbling, but there’s a hint of smile behind that blindfold.

“Do you need to use your safe word?” I ask, placing myself between her legs and pressing my palms on the inside of her knees, spreading her wide.

“No…” she says questionably

I pinch her clit and ask again. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

“Ah, fuck. No.”

“Good.” I thrust into her. My cock is so fucking hard and already throbbing.

I reach up, cupping my hands around the base of her throat. Her lips part from the unexpected sensation, and I wondered how much she’d like this being tied up and blindfolded. I ease my grip, tightening slowly and her pussy contracts around me.

Fuck, she likes it.

I grab the leather choker and tuck it behind her neck. Iconnect the chain and tug lightly at first as she takes in some air, then pull tighter as I thrust into her.

I watch her face closely. I want so badly to bring her the ultimate pleasure, but I’m not even sure she knows her limits and I refuse to push them too far, especially now that she's pregnant.

Then the thought of my baby growing in her hits me like a freight train. A sense of pride, ownership, and possessive rips through me.

My balls tighten and my cock jerks, and I need her to come with me.

“Tell me your mine.” I rub my thumb through her arousal and circle it around her back hole.

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