Page 75 of The Gambler's Prize
“Yes, Boss.”
“If you want to stop, saykiveflowers,” he says.
“Okay.” I’m at the edge of my breath, desperate for him to get started, but I appreciate his care. I expect nothing less from him now that I know him. His serious side is even more evident in these games than ever before.
He stands up straight, towering over me, and gives me an arrogant stare. “Ready for your next orders?”
“Yes, Boss.” Never been more ready in my life.
“All right. Here are your lines. You can only sayYes Boss,no Boss, andthank you Boss. Oh, and you can sayplease.”
I try to remember everything. He barked it all out at once, like he’s afraid he won’t be in control of his brain for much longer. Itmightbe partly my fault. I’m giving him the filthiest come-on look I can manage. His eyes are dark as he gets an eyeful. I hold tightly to the bed frame as he looks me over.
“The perfect servant,” he says.
His erection takes all my attention, huge shaft straining for his stomach from a luxurious bed of dark hair. I half-wish he would let me touch. But not really. Being told what to do sends me wild. Very slowly, he takes my cock in his huge fist, just like I imagined when I first saw him in the casino. But back then I thought it would be quick, filthy and impersonal. I never expected to be tied to his bed with silk, like he wants to spoil me and never let me go. I never expected to see him looking at me like that. Not like a one night stand. Like I’m all his dreams come true. I just stare up at him, barely able to breathe. He runs his hand under me to tease at my perineum and my eyes roll back. And then he steps away.
“What are you doing?” I say, writhing, trying to get back on his hand. It’s impossible since I can’t move from the bedframe.
“That’s not one of your lines,” he says.
Fuck. What were the approved lines, anyway? Not many. Being forced to give up most of my verbal ability is red hot.It takes me to a simpler place in my mind. Raw, animalistic, hungry.
“Please, Boss,” I breathe, softer than air. “Please?”
“Nope. Not yet.”
“But—”
He holds up one finger. “You’re going to wait here for fifteen minutes.”
And then, to make it even harder, he turns the clock away so I can’t see it. And then, to make itevenharder, he teases me again with his skillful hand, bringing me to a cruel level of breathless want. I whimper piteously, forming no words. A loophole? But he’s relentless.
“Fifteen minutes,” he says, and walks away.
I’d love to disobey his order and reach down to bring myself relief. I’m painfully hard. But I can’t because I’m lashed to the bedframe, at Grimes’ mercy. I have no choice but to wait in my suffering until he finally, finally comes back. Either that or yell out the safe word. I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to break his spell over me. If my boss thinks I can handle fifteen minutes, I can handle fifteen minutes.
That doesn’t mean I won’t give him grief about it, though. When he saunters back into the room looking smug, I give him a reproachful look.
“That was cruel. And it was way longer than fifteen minutes,” I whine.
He just grins and turns the clock back to me. I stare in disbelief. It was less than ten minutes?
“You’re that desperate for me?” he taunts. He leans close, brushes the shell of my ear with rough lips. He still hasn’t let me lend him some lip salve, stubborn as always. “Good. That’s the way I like you. And stop breaking the rules.”
“What? I didn’t break—”
He leans across me, stealing my breath as I catch the scent of his skin, and finds my other ear with his mouth. “The no talking rules. Stop breaking them,” he says.
Shit, yeah.
“Yes, Boss,” I say.
As a reward for finally getting the right line, his lips seize mine. His kiss sends a surge of fire right to my cock. I gasp, moaning, casting up into him, firming fast. I grind my erection into him. He returns my kiss with interest. He rearranges the apron; I think he likes looking at the effect when it tents over my rising cock.
“I’m ready for you now,” he whispers, and my head explodes.
“Y-yes, Boss,” I whimper.
