Page 66 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

I don’t realise the water’s all but suffocating me until she yanks me forwards by the back of my neck, placing her hand over mine in the next second to tighten my grip before releasing. Breaths already short and shallow, I hesitantly start to move my hand in small strokes, the most prominent vein on my shaft rubbing over my palm. “L-like this?”

“Mhmm . . .”

Her sound of agreement drags more pre-cum from my leaking tip, and I instinctively squeeze myself.

“Tighter,” she orders harshly, and a bolt of lightning shoots down my spine.

“Y-yes, E-Ezla.” I practically strangle my cock with my need to obey her, to please her.

“Pump yourself, Alby. I want to see you really try for me.”

A strangled sound gets caught in my throat, and I almost choke on it as I once again do as she says, mouth dropping open as I start to move my hand over myself more rapidly.

“So good for me,” she whispers huskily as her eyes sear into my actions.

I tremble all over, vision fogged by pleasure. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I’m g-good. I-I’m a good boy. I’m your good b-boy.”

Her head tips back, deep chestnut hair spilling down her back as her long lashes flutter closed as if she’s savouring something delicious, and I mewl at the sight, hand upping its pace without her permission. But if the ravenous look she pins on me as her chin drops back down is any indication, I don’t think she minds.

My spine tingles, the natural burning flush on my face covering my entire body now. Heart slamming nonstop against my ribcage, I rasp, “Oh god, please. Please let me come. I want to come.”

“Do you?” velvety sin purrs.

“Yes!” I cry, eyes momentarily clamping shut, abdomen tightening as my release approaches fast, with no way to stop it. My hand flies out, grasping onto her arm desperately.

But my lids snap back open again when she asks, “Where do you want it, Puppet?”

And I don’t know where it comes from, the desire, the confidence, the nerve, but I blurt, “On your face! I-in your mouth!”

Her answering hum sounds delighted.

Ezla drops to her knees.

Oh . . .

My . . .

God.

“Ezla!” Spine arching, I explode at the sight, the thought, the surreality. She hardly even gets her tongue out in time, mouth open wide in the hottest, dirtiest vision I’ve ever seen, before my cum splashes all over her.

I don’t even have the head to be mortified as mind-numbing pleasure crashes over me, and my hand keeps moving frantically as I come and come and come. I can’t tell if I’m moaning, groaning, or crying, and my eyesight is half gone, but I still manage to see my Bonded through the haze as she closes her eyes and catches my release on her tongue. She takes every single spurt, and the orgasm lasts forever, no end in sight, painting her mouth, her chin, her breasts in me.

When I finally come back to myself, I wobble so badly, I’m sure I’m about to collapse on top of her. Rising to her feet with speed, she quickly wraps her lithe arms around my swaying form.

“E-Ez . . . E-Ezla,” I sob. Full-on sob.

And the tears come then. Out of absolutely nowhere.

Agony comes.

I don’t know what’s happening, why the intimacy seems to have brought everything to the forefront so abruptly, but I just . . . everything comes out. All of it. I completely break down in her arms.

“Shh, shh . . .” she hushes so gently, and it only heightens the mess that I am as my madly shaking arms come to wrap around her in return while her hand moves to the back of my head and pulls my face down into her shoulder.

“I-I th-thought you might ha-ve been go-gone,” I cry. “Y-you were so, s-so s-still. A-and—and I t-talked t-to you, b-but you c-couldn’t h-hear me.”

Pain slips through the bond from her, and she says quietly, “I am sorry, my shy boy. I did not wish to cause you pain.”