Page 25 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“Scotty,” she repeats with faux serenity now, smile razor-sharp. “I would like to take care of my exhausted Bonded. If you would please get on your back and shut the fuck up, that would be lovely.”

My mouth drops open, and I gape at her.

It’s then that I realise the pain in my body has faded completely, not a trace left behind. And when both my eyes track her movements as she places a hand on my chest and pushes me none too gently backwards, a grunt leaving me as I find myself sprawled out on my bed, I note with relief and some awe that there’s not a single stab of pain in my left one.

The tent in my loose shorts is blatantly obvious in this position, but still, I try, “You’ve already got so much to deal with, Love. Don’t feel like you need to do this.”

Her eyes roll in the most belittling way known to man. “It is ridiculous that you would even suggest I would ever do something I did not want to.”

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around,” I try again.

Completely ignoring me this time, Ezla climbs on top of me, nudging me impatiently up the bed. Jaw tightening, I shift myself until my head reaches the pillows by the headboard, an involuntary breath of relief leaving me as I sink into them. I part my legs to allow her to settle between them.

“You have not been sleeping either, have you? You have been staying outside in the hallway to monitor the others’ rooms.”

Knowing there’s no point in lying, I nod stiffly.

She tuts, and I shiver as her nails lightly graze over my stomach through my top, the muscles there bunching. Pushing my T-shirt up, her attention burns a path all over my defined abs, which are no longer black and blue, as I’d expected. Male pride swishes through me when I can tell she likes what she sees.

“So handsome . . .” she comments absently, and I don’t say anything as I observe her right back, taking my time to breathe all of her in. I’m thinking she’s speaking more to herself than to me anyway.

That heat finds my cheeks that I never used to experience with women before her when she continues, still like she’s musing to herself, “All of my Bonds are so very pleasing to look at.” I clear my throat, shifting as I feel my groin begin to ache more and more as she keeps going. “And you are so big.” My hips jerk subtly as a fingertip traces the outline of my length through my shorts, and I feel myself pulse and twitch against that finger just from the barely-there touch.

My own fingers itch to reach for her, but they clench in the silk bedsheets instead to ground myself when her slim ones hook into my waistband.

Mouth opening, I go to protest, because it doesn’t feel right for me to be lying here doing nothing when she’s supposed to be worshipped, but I can’t find it in me when she pulls the fabric down and my cock bobs free. And if it wasn’t already clear, the pre-cum that slides down over my crown as my erection stands up shamefully provides damning evidence to how much I want this.

Cruel glee flickers through my Bonded’s mismatched eyes as she takes in the sight. “Look at how you ache for me. You cannot deny your need for attention. Your body is desperate for my mouth.”

Heart pounding in my ears, I watch with all my focus as her hand wraps around my shaft. Her satiny skin against mine can only be described as heavenly, though that still doesn’t quite capture the feeling, and a quiet moan drifts from me.

More arousal seeps from the slit in the head of my cock as she gives one slow stroke of her hand. “God, Ezla . . .” I breathe shakily, neck extending as her thumb rubs over my tip afterwards, smearing the fluid there.

Tongue swiping over her lip, she lowers her head, and, sucking in a sharp breath, every inch of me tenses in anticipation.

When that wet warmth glides over me, my brows furrow as a gravelly groan is pulled from me, the sound almost agonised. Overwhelming heat travels from my core and all throughout my being as she swirls her tongue at a torturous pace while her palm moves at the base of me, twisting and dragging upwards in shallow strokes. Then she wraps her lips around me, and I can’t stop my hand from reaching for her and smoothing over her silken hair as she works me.

It’s loose, the glossy chestnut strands falling around her shoulders and tickling my skin, and it’s then that I realise she wouldn’t have worn her helmet with her hair like this, and that said helmet was nowhere to be found in the room when I first walked in.

The danger registers, the possibility that Ezla’s father has had cameras following her and would see her walking through the complex’s halls without that obsidian taalk hiding her from the world if he were only to play the footage back, but I can’t hold on to the thought when my Bonded hums around me, the vibrations an aphrodisiac that has my balls feeling heavier and heavier.

Simultaneously, other parts of me feel lighter and lighter, and I didn’t realise how much I needed this. I didn’t realise, and yet the woman who’s not meant to feel anything, who’s convinced herself and the rest of the world that she has no heart to speak of . . . she did. She realised. This merciless, vicious woman took note of my needs and demanded I acknowledge them in a way no one has before, and she’s taking care of me.

Fuck, I love her. I love her so goddamn much.

Hand tightening in her hair, more deep sounds of pleasure move up my throat to meet the heated air. Rapture rolls over me in gradually largening waves as my fingers twist in the thick locks, gripping a handful to anchor me as she bobs her head and hollows her cheeks. “Shit, that feels so good . . .” I breathe unsteadily, my ragged gasps loud in the otherwise-quiet room, hips subtly rolling without my permission.

Under her intense gaze, my skin breaks out in goosebumps as it slowly crawls over me before meeting mine. And the sight of this brutal woman with her mouth wrapped around my thickness . . .

My dick twitches wildly, and she rewards its enthusiasm by pressing her tongue into the most prominent vein on my shaft on her next upward glide, earning another groan from me. My hand that’s not in her hair comes to the side of her face as her bobbing head picks up its pace in response.

Thighs tensing, my chest heaves, a layer of sweat building on my skin. The pressure in my groin builds and builds, and I rasp, “Love . . . you . . . you might want to pull back—I’m going to come.”

Somehow, even with her mouth stuffed full of me, her lips stretched around my girth, the look she levels on me is exceptionally intimidating, gifting me the best kind of chills.

“That— Fuck, Ezla,” I hiss, neck extending as my head tips back into the pillow beneath it when she cups my balls with her free hand and massages them firmly. Ragged breaths leaving me, I feel my body tensing further, preparing for release, and my chin drops to look back at her as I try again, trembling thumb gently stroking her cheek, “That’s what you want? You sure? You want my cum in your mouth?”

In response, she takes me so far that I hit the back of her throat. At the same time, she squeezes my balls, and there’s zero chance of me holding off any longer.