Page 63 of Wanna Play A Game?
Sawyer closes his eyes and bows his head.
“You’re gonna be a good boy for me and take whatever I have to give you,” Ryder rumbles. He grabs another clothespin and pinches it right above the first. He works until Sawyer’s whole right side is lined with them.
“Sick fuck,” Ryder murmurs. “Liking the pain I give you. Loving it. Begging for more.”
The clothespins shudder with every breath Sawyer takes. I slowly stroke myself to how turned on both of them are.
Ryder goes up Sawyer’s other side, then clips both of Sawyer’s nipples. Sawyer doesn’t react, but he keeps his eyes closed. I know it hurts like a bitch. He’s done it to me once or twice, and I don’t like it.
“Nasty, dirty slut.” Ryder continues degrading him. The more he does it, the more Sawyer’s dick bobs and leaks precum. I stroke myself.
“What a good boy, closing your eyes for me.” Ryder clips a clothespin to each of Sawyer’s eyelids, right under his eyebrows.
That gets a reaction. Sawyer groans a little.
Ryder chuckles. He gets up and goes to his dresser, coming back with a crop.
Ryder hasn’t taken off his pants, but I see he’s straining against the seams. This man is huge, and I know Sawyer’s ass is going to pay. Sawyer’s dick bobs again, and my mouth waters.
“You ready to talk to me, Sawyer?”
Sawyer grunts. “Go fuck yourself.”
A delicious grin spreads across Ryder’s face, and he snaps the crop onto the underside of Sawyer’s foot.
There’s a gasp from across the room.
Sawyer groans deeply.
“Suck him, Miles,” Ryder demands. I scramble to obey, gripping his dick and pulling it into my mouth.
Sawyer trembles.
Whack, whack, whack.With every hit, Sawyer jumps a little. I know Ryder hits hard as hell. I have no idea how Sawyer is being so quiet. I suck him with energy, pulling him into the back of my throat. His salty precum fills my mouth.
“Sawyer,” Ryder singsongs. “Sawyeeeeer. Answer me.” He hits him again, and the smack is loud as fuck. Sawyer bucks into my mouth.
“What,” Sawyer grits.
“Who’s in charge?”
He doesn’t answer, and another barrage of heavy blows land.
“You,” Sawyer chokes.
“That’s right,” Ryder purrs. He hits some of the clothespins with the crop, causing them to violently snap off and fall onto me.
“Fuuuck.” Sawyer swells in my mouth.
Ryder throws me a warning look. I know he doesn’t want me to let Sawyer come yet. I pull back just a little and lap at his dick.
“Fuckers,” Sawyer moans.
“What do you need?” Ryder asks.
Sawyer’s whole body is tense, every muscle standing out. He fights the restraints. “More,” he rasps.
Ryder’s eyes light up. He stalks to the other side of the room and swoops to grab one of the glass shards Cali broke. He walks back to us, gripping the glass. It cuts his hand, but he doesn’t even wince. Ryder takes his bloody hand and pulls out his dick.
