Page 32 of The Gambler's Prize
“You’redone. Your ass is going to be bright red.”
He grins. “Let’s hope.”
I tighten my grip on his hair, pushing his face away from me and down. He writhes on my lap, wild with arousal. Those tight little breeches must be getting painful. On cue, he reaches for his waistband.
“No, you don’t,” I say.
I grab his wrists and hold them. He lets out a pitiful whimper. “Please, Boss. Don’t be cruel,” he says.
For fuck’s sake. I’ve never been accused of being a cruel man. I let him go and he grabs at his waistband, eyes raging at me. He unbuttons his trousers and pulls them down, then his underwear. I steal a glance down, and then look up again fast. I don’t need to see too much. I don’t want him thinking I'm overly interested in what’s beneath those breeches.
He starts to work himself, insisting on eye contact with me for some reason.
“Don’tmake a mess on me,” I say, meaning it.
He grunts with pleasure, like that was a come-on line and not an annoyed warning. Watching is one thing, being soaked with his fluids is another. He’s still my enemy. In the dim light of an oil lamp, I get only glimpses of his cock, the head leaking precum from inside his pale palm. I keep looking, then looking away, two sides of myself dueling. I won’t give in to the stupid, weak side that wants to touch. He shuts his eyes as his pleasure grows too strong to control, throwing back his head, apparently trusting me in his moment of helplessness. Only a few strokes and he comes hard, back arched and a moan ripping through him. But all the time he’s trying to contain his spend with his hands, remembering what I said. He still fears me. Good.
He manages to avoid getting any on me, but his release covers his hands and soaks the front of his shirt. I watch, greedy, but I don’t touch. He opens his eyes and smiles at me in the soft lamplight, looking soft and dreamy. Looking post-coital, and much too close to me. Like we just shared his pleasure. The sight brings me back to something approaching reality. I’m overtaken with shame at my weakness. It’s a glorious sight to watch him come, but I shouldn’t like it. I should be stronger.
“Stand up,” I say.
He blinks, surprised, then struggles to his feet. He totters a little, shaky after the overload of pleasure.
“But what about you?” he says.
“We’re done here,” I say. “Back to the corner for the rest of your punishment.”
His eyes get wide. “Really? ”
“Really.”
“Don’t you want me to—”
“No. I’m good.” I turn down his offer of reciprocation with a snarl. It’s possibly the biggest lie I ever told. I’m so far from good, I’m in a different empire. His breeches are pooled halfway down his legs and his naked cock is exerting a gravitational pull on my gaze which I fight with everything I have.
“Oh. All right.” He looks puzzled, like he wants to say more, but seems to decide against it.
“The corner,” I prompt.
He gestures at the wet patch on his shirt. “Can’t I change first?”
“No. You’re going to stay there and think about what a slut you are.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbles as he pulls up his trousers, but his eyes are aglow. He’s still enjoying himself.
This time, I force him down to his knees in the corner and turn his head to face the wall. His body shivers at my touch.
“Stay there and don’t move a muscle,” I order.
“Yes, Boss,” he says faintly.
I stomp into the kitchen to angrily finish myself off. It’s not as much fun as Florian had. Actually it’s exceedingly empty and lonely. Tough. I won’t allow him to be the one to send me over the edge. Never.
Chapter 13
Florian
I’m trembling. I always love being spanked, but I’ve never had it like that before. Knowing that I’m legally Grimes’ servant, that he’s really in charge of me, made it so much hotter. My orgasm blew my mind. Now I barely have the strength to stay in my kneeling position in the corner. My exhausted body wants to sag into satisfied torpor, but my boss told me not to move a muscle. The wet patch is cool on my shirt, reminding me of howslutty I acted for him. My mouth feels tender from sucking on the dildo so hard. He wouldn’t let me come on him. He wouldn’t even touch me, except to spank me. He knows just how to drive me fucking wild. The more he holds back, the more he makes me beg for crumbs, the more I need him.
