Page 423 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Licking my lips, my yearning gaze digs into her, dick jerking again. “Please let me touch . . .” My fingers twitch and curl, and I’m trying so damn hard to be good for her.

“No. When I give you an order, you obey.”

In her unyielding grip, I nod as much as I can. Frantically.

“Good boy,” she whispers, the praise caressing my ears. I moan her name breathlessly, lashes fluttering closed as I soak up her words.

They fly back open again when I feel something warm and wet on my neck, sliding all the way up to my jawline.

OH MY FUCKING HOLY CHEESE BALLS! MY FUTURE WIFE IS LICKING ME LIKE I’M HER FAVOURITE ICE CREAM!

Hmm . . . what is her favourite ice cream? I have to know. Then I can splat some on myself every day to make myself even more tasty.

“E-Ezzy,” I groan desperately, balling my hands into fists to keep myself from hauling her into me. I bite down on a literal scream, wanting to sing to the heavens when her hand wraps around my stiff cock. And that’s when a thought occurs to me: “Please tell me my cock’s better than my brother’s. Mine’s bigger, right? It’s your favourite?”

Scotty scoffs. “Are you seriously comparing our dick sizes, brother? You need to try and one-up me on everything?”

I sniff and lift my chin haughtily. “No. I don’t need to try—it comes naturally.”

Ez laughs lightly, and all the attention in the room burrows into her. I forget about my brother completely as I’m overwhelmed by joy and awe.

OMG! I just unlocked a new laugh from Wifey!

I inhale a huge lungful of air when she bites down on my jawline and tugs on my dick like it’s a leash, and my arms snap around her, drawing her in in a flash and plastering my body against hers. My eyes largen at the absolute betrayal!

“It wasn’t me, Ezzy, I swear!” I plead my innocence desperately as I zip my hands back to my sides, voice high and loud as she tuts. “I promise, Nightshade! It was my hands!”

“Which are controlled by you. On your back,” she commands, and I hurry to obey, a thrill shooting down my spine as my head hits the mountain of pillows by the headboard.

Oooooh, this is so exciting! Maybe I should be bad more often?

“Then you would never be able to touch me, whore.”

Butterflies whizz around in my belly in response to her calling me that again, even as horror at the thought twists through me. “No, no! I’ll be good!”

“Hm.” Moving to the edge of the bed, she reaches for one of the chest of drawers that act as bedside tables . . . and she opens the one packed with ropes.

My heart picks up speed.

Smirking, DN flicks her eyes over her shoulder to me, and I know she can see the hearts in mine, the enthusiasm. She doesn’t need to look down and see the standing ovation between my legs to know this is turning me on.

There’s two hoops on the plush headboard that I’ve noticed the times we’ve been in here before, and they’re finally being put to use. I all but throw my arm at Ezzy as she moves over with some black rope.

Not needing to ask if this is okay when she can clearly see how eager I am, she hooks one end of the rope into the metal hoop on my right, tying a secure knot. Then she takes my arm, her hand looking so small and cute against the muscles I very subtly flex for her.

I know I’m not imagining the way her pink lips twitch in amusement.

Once my right wrist is tied, I tug slightly. The restraint’s not too tight, but enough to have me feeling truly captured, caught in Deadly Nightshade’s web. And the material hardly chafes, smooth and buttery, designed for this purpose.

Straddling me, Ez sits right on my cock, flattening it against my stomach, where it drools for her in a pool on my skin. My mouth drops open on a low moan that she pays no mind to as she uses a second rope to secure my left wrist to the headboard, too.

Not until I thrust my hips up, the crown of my dick catching on her opening.

She hisses, fangs out and all. “No, Puppy. You be good. Do not move. If you do, you will not be rewarded.”

“Please let me inside you,” I beg. “I need it . . . need to feel you! Let me . . . let me kiss you! Kiss me! Please!”

Biting her lip, she takes her time looking me over. “Do you think that was good enough?”