Page 49 of The Rook’s Obsession

Not holding back, I give one hard thrust.

“Fuck,” she gasps.

The angle is perfect: tight and intense. I grip her bound ankles, using them for leverage, pulling her onto my cock with every thrust.

Then I stop, still deep inside her, leaning down until my mouth is against her ear. “We’re going to play a game.”

She turns her head, trying to see me. “What kind of game?”

“You have two minutes to come.” I reach for my phone on the nightstand, setting the timer where she can see it. “If you don’t, you get punished.”

Her breath catches. Her pupils dilate. “And if I do?”

“Then you get to come. Simple.”

I start the timer and begin moving again. She tries to meet my thrusts, but she’s bound, completely under my control. All she can do is take what I give her.

Thirty seconds. She’s panting, her face flushed, she’s starting to get tight around me.

Forty-five seconds. I reach around with my free hand, finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I fuck her.

One minute. She’s close, I can feel it, the sounds she’s making in the back of her throat. But the position, the restraint, the pressure of the game, it’s working against her.

Ninety seconds. She’s desperate, her hips trying to buck against the limitations of her restraints. “Please,” she gasps.

“Come,” I growl, pounding into her harder. “Let go.”

The timer beeps.

She didn’t make it.

I pull out slowly, seeing the frustration written all over her face. I position myself between her legs, still holding her knees to her chest.

“Five slaps,” I tell her. “Count them.”

The first one lands sharp against her sensitive folds, and she cries out, her whole body jerking. “One.”

The second is harder. “Two.”

By the third, her voice is ragged. “Three.”

The fourth makes her moan, a sound that’s closer to pleasure than pain. “Four.”

The fifth leaves her gasping, eyes glassy, her pussy even wetter than before. “Five.”

I reset the timer.

“Two more minutes.”

I push back inside her, and she’s so sensitive now that she screams out, her body clamping down on me like a vise. I fuck her hard, relentless, angling for that spot, rubbing her clit with my thumb, driving her toward the edge.

She’s closer this time. But the pressure, the fear of failure, it’s all working against her.

The timer beeps again.

She makes a sobbing sound, frustrated, desperate.

I pull out and roll her onto her back, her arms still trapped beneath her. I straddle her chest, my cock heavy against her sternum, and take her nipples between my fingers. They’re hard, sensitive, and I twist them.