Page 202 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“No. You will not.”

An involuntary shiver rolls over me at the hint of warning in her words.

As if I’d ever want anyone but her. I’ve never wanted anyone before her, and I’ll never want anyone but her.

“You will be mine forever . . .” she breathes so lowly I think it was meant more for herself than me.

A chill runs through me, and nothing about the sensation is unwanted.

“I will . . .” I rasp, and she rewards me by applying more pressure over the bulge in my trousers, drawing another choked noise from me.

Then velvet and sin slithers through my mind.

Will you give me my cock? Let me take it out, slut?

Whimpering, my huge eyes stare into hers. I know she pushed those words through the bond, directly to me, so my new brothers wouldn’t hear. It has both my heart warming and my blood rushing faster in my veins; her questions stoke the flames inside me, and the location of those words forces me to fall even deeper into her. The love I have for her enlarges whenever she does something so thoughtful, so out of character, her intentions to save me from any embarrassment if I clam up in response to her prompts clear. She might act heartless, but in times like these, it’s so clear that she’s not. At least, not for us.

“Y-yes,” I speedily reply out loud, voice shaking more than my weakened limbs. “Please . . . I-I want you to touch me.”

Digging her teeth lightly into my earlobe, she tugs, and I mewl, leaning further into her. At the same time, she works on my trousers, and I nervously yet eagerly adjust my position so she can get them past my hips, my entire body blushing further than it already was when my cock bobs free.

“U-uh . . . is it—”

“You are perfect,” Ezla tells me firmly, narrowed eyes daring me to disagree with her.

I gulp, nodding hastily.

But I’m still worried I’m not as well-equipped down there as the others. I hadn’t exactly been measuring for reference, but I’d been fixated on the way Ezla was stretched around Scotty and Tate on each of their turns, and I couldn’t help but notice mine’s not as . . . thick.

Self-consciousness tugs at me, and I struggle not to cover myself up from all the eyes around the room, even though I know the other men here would never judge me and probably aren’t even looking at me, only Ezla. But what if, when the time comes, I can’t pleasure her right? What if I’m not big enough for her, to fill her—

You are perfectly well-endowed. Stop worrying, Puppet.

I jolt at her voice in my mind again. Then frantically shake my head up and down once more.

You are long, your girth more than satisfactory.

I’m afraid I’ll accidentally swallow my tongue if we keep talking about my penis.

It will be able to please me just fine. Besides, that is not what I care about most when it comes to you. I am not drawn to you because of the appendage, no matter how pretty it is.

“O-oh, th-thank you,” I manage to get out, hardly audible, half mortified and half elated.

A yelp is torn from my throat as I suddenly find myself sprawled out on my back.

Ezla’s mouth is on me in the next second.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

The sound that leaves me is closer to a scream than anything else as pleasure crashes over me. Heat fires through me, every nerve ending ignited. She’s merciless, as with everything else, taking what she wants and giving me exactly what I need in the process, her tongue running along the most prominent vein up the length of me before she takes me right down her throat. I didn’t even know my body could feel all these sensations at once, and my release comes embarrassingly fast.

“E-Ezla, I think . . . I think I’m gonna—” My words come out in a jumble, and my gaping mouth drags in as much air as possible as my head drops back. I blindly reach for her, unable to stop my hands from clawing at her hair as I try to get a grip on something, anything, to ground me.

But when one of her fingers trails over my balls and lowers to press against my asshole while she keeps sucking the life out of my cock, I’m thrown over the edge, ears ringing with the yell that leaves me.