Page 178 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

I can feel my dick jumping, but my eyes have squeezed shut, so I don’t see the obscene mess I’m sure to have made of the taalk floor until a couple moments later when I drag my lids open. Trembling with aftershocks, vaguely noticing my cock’s stopped vibrating, that low buzzing sound absent, I slowly lift my head.

Then I curse. “Fuck, HC. Please don’t tell me you came. I missed it?”

Grinning wickedly, she sucks her soaked fingers into her mouth, and I groan in pure agony while Scotty once again laughs quietly at my misery. Fucker really has it out for me today. Though I guess I’ve pissed him off quite a few times with all the fights I’ve been the one to start in our Bonded group, so it kind of makes sense for him to be enjoying seeing me tortured. “She came, alright,” he tells me with a nearly smug smirk at the fact he clearly saw all of it while I didn’t catch a peep of it. Then his entire face softens as he focuses all of himself back on our woman, reverence leaking from him. “Beautiful, Love,” he whispers.

Doing the same, I return my gaze to Vengeance as she pushes herself off the bed, leaving the small remote for the cock rings behind. Her skin is stunningly flushed, and I swallow thickly before hissing when she reaches me and carefully slides the toy from my dick. “Poor baby,” she coos mockingly, kissing my crown, and the abused, once-softening thing gives an eager jerk as if her words were an invitation for more. Giving me one of her demonic-like grins that only makes her look even hotter, she moves over to Scotty while she aims at the both of us, “So, so greedy for me.”

“Always, HC,” I murmur roughly, eyes following her every move, attention not straying for a millisecond.

She smiles evilly. “Let’s see how long you two can last without orgasming, and then maybe you will get me.”

***

“Shit, I can’t,” I groan what has to be an hour later, thighs trembling like mad as Ezla sucks on my cock.

I moan in pure agony when she slides her mouth away before I can cum down her throat. “It has hardly been twenty minutes, Cooper. You can do better than that.”

“Not when it’s your bloody mouth. Not when it has anything to do with you, in fact,” I grind out, eyes clamping shut as she moves her left hand to stroke slowly up and down my shaft while she takes Scotty into her mouth again.

“Love, please. Please,” he rasps brokenly.

She only smiles around him, looking up into his eyes as her mouth glides tightly over his length, and it’s his agonised moan that echoes through the bedroom this time.

“Please, Vengeance. What do you want? You know we’ll give you anything.”

Her response in our minds offers no mercy.

I want you just like this.

I walked right into that trap.

Scotty’s cursing in the next second. “Fuck, I can’t hold it. I’m— Fuck!”

No longer pleasuring him, Ezla’s teeth flash in the low Avri lighting as he’s denied yet another orgasm. Just like me, Scotty’s sandy-blond hair is drenched in sweat, his reddened skin coated in a shining layer too. Honestly, he seems close to sobbing, and I’m not bloody far off either. I’m already a humiliating mess—might as well add to the effect.

Except a moment later, when my entire body jerks at the familiar touch of Ezla’s tongue to the dripping slit in the head of my cock, she finally sends those blessed words down the bond:

You have both done exceptionally well. Do you think you deserve your reward now?

On reflex, I almost shout yes to the motherfucking high heavens.

But I catch myself just in time.

Chest heaving, my breathing is so ragged and rapid that I can hardly hear myself think, but that damn well sounds like a trick question to me. And so I go with the safer option and pant out, “Whatever you want, HC. I deserve whatever you want to give me.”

Struggling for breath the same as me, Scotty says, “We’re yours, Ezla. You decide what happens to us.”

Glee floods the bond, and my cock pulses painfully. “Good boys,” she coos, and my dick bloody jumps at that, too.

She has me wrapped around her little finger, and I’m not at all complaining.

Humming, she muses, “I do not think you will have much energy for what I would like with you having been in this position for so long and your constant denied orgasms, but that is fine—you can simply lie either side of me.”

Relief blows through me as she reaches up to uncuff me, and I almost crush her beneath me the moment I’m free, unable to immediately hold my body weight.

Fucking hell, I hurt all over the place.

And yet despite the aches and pains covering every inch of my body, the greatest one is the overwhelming need for intimacy, to be connected to my Bonded and pleasure her.