Page 70 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

I don’t need to, but I do anyway, glancing down at my eager-beaver cock. And I hardly manage to contain my delighted sound, not wanting to get into even more trouble, when her nails graze the crown.

Her hand abruptly wraps around my shaft, grip punishing.

I yelp—then promptly thrust my hips into her grip as my body lights up with the force of the stars sparking all over my insides.

Tutting, she squeezes harder. “Bad boy. This is not a reward, but a punishment. I do not like it when you keep your sounds in. Give them all to me, Puppy.”

Licking my lips, I nod hastily.

Temporarily satisfied, Ez loosens her hold marginally, keeping it to lead me over to the shower. Pushing the partition away, she drags me inside, and this time, I don’t hold back my exhilarated squeal. After that, she lets me go, and I feel very neglected in the brief moment it takes her to turn on the specific showerhead she wants out of the two million above.

All of me brightens again when she turns back around, and I wink. “Long time no see. Did you miss me—”

I’m spluttering in the next second as she shoves me under the shower spray.

Tossing my head about, I struggle to get the now-soggy hair out of my face where it’s plastered itself. “Ez!” I cry with my eyes squeezed shut, reaching out for her blindly while I keep swinging my neck all over the place. “Save me!”

She cackles.

Freezing in place, I find buckets of water and darkened blond locks blocking the stunning sight I want to see as my eyes snap back open.

OMG! Another laugh from Ezzy!

Once she’s stopped giving me that rare, beautiful music, she instructs with amusement still coating her otherwise-stern tone, “Be still.” But I already am, stunned into place with her gorgeous, villainous notes still echoing in my mind.

I feel her pull me forwards slightly (Why didn’t I think to do that?) and my hands finally manage to come into contact with her after so long apart, palms planting themselves happily on her hips. Then her fingers are against my forehead as she moves the flattened strands of hair from my face, and her entertained features come into view.

I greet her with my most charming grin. “Well, hello there, honeypops.”

Her cool-as-fuck eyes narrow to slits. “What was that?”

“It’s cute. Just like you, Ezzy-Wezzy.”

“They are getting worse,” she informs me with a not-so-subtle threat in each word.

“But you love my nicknames.” I bat my wet lashes at her, then bite my lip to seduce her well and truly.

She stares at me.

Oh, she’s so seduced.

Clearly unable to handle all my hotness, she diverts the attention from it with a, “Turn around. I will begin with your back.”

Obeying her, I wiggle my ass slightly and—

I scream at the top of my lungs as her hand comes down on the flesh hard.

The crack of skin meeting skin bounces around the bathroom, and my hands instinctively fly to my backside to protect the victim. My cock throbs harder still, but he doesn’t know what’s good for him. “Ezzy!” I wail. “I was being such a good boy!”

“You are always misbehaving,” she tells me tonelessly. Reaching for the dispenser on the wall, DN presses down, and a generous blob of my shower gel comes out. My awesome sunny beach vibes fill the room to mix with her hot-cinnamon scent. “Remove your hands.”

Whimpering to pretend I’m in excruciating pain from her hit and that my cock’s not begging for some more, I obey at once.

My eyes roll back in my head and an unrestrained moan leaves me when her hands find my ass cheeks and soothingly rub over them. The swipe over the abused one is especially glorious.

Ezla says, “You cannot conceal your body’s reactions from me, Tiger, and you do not need to in attempt to get me to take care of you.”

My lips part. “Oh . . . you . . . you’ll take care of me anyway?” I ask hopefully.