Page 135 of Twisted Little Game

He has my other hand bound to the other side of the chair a minute later. He runs his fingers down the front of my body, trailing from the underside of my jaw all the way down to my chest. He lets his hand roam up under the hem of my shirt, pinching my nipple at first and then gently sweeping his thumb over it.

He shoves open my legs, then goes for the button and zipper at the top of my fly. He yanks my pants and briefs down, taking off my shoes with everything, until I’m completely naked from the waist down.

“It feels like you have been mine for a long time, Tate Landrey,” he murmurs.

I swallow. “It does.”

“So tell me. Are you really ready for what it’s like to belong to me?”

My cock jumps, and his eyes flick down toward it.

“I’ve been ready for that for a long time, too.”

“It means I have you when I want you,” he says, running his middle finger over the precum at my tip.

“Good thing I want you all of the fucking time.”

“It means I keep no secrets. Everyone will know you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” I hiss as he drops to his knees between my legs and lays a long, wet stripe with his tongue all the way from the top of my balls, up my shaft, and to my tip.

He shoves his hand underneath me, in the space between my ass and the chair, and the finger he slicked with my precum finds my hole, pressing up against it.

If I could move, I would be jerking my body around, running my hand through my hair, or gripping him hard, but I’m fully restrained, and he knows it. His other hand swirls around the front of my body, going up to tweak my nipple again, harder this time.

I arch my back.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Roman says, gazing at me like he sees every thought in my head.

“Thinking I might accidentally come if you breathe on me, because I’m so turned on the moment you’re near me.”

“Tell me what you’re actually thinking, beauty,” he murmurs, leaning over and kissing up my shaft, lapping his tongue out in an agonizing tease.

Don’t say it.

Don’t fucking say shit.

You run your mouth, and you’ll scare him, it’s too fucking soon.

“Fuck,” I repeat.

“Tell me.”

“I’m in love with you,” I blurt out, and he wraps his lips over the head of my cock, giving it a firm suck.

He looks back up at me and I swear my entire heart could burst.

He pulls off of my cock and then moves up, kissing my jaw, then my mouth.

“Thank the fucking Lord, I am not the only one crazy enough to feel it,” he murmurs. “You are my love.”

He still has his fingers pushed up under me, teasing at my hole, as he slides his tongue into my mouth. He pushes just one finger inside, not far, not nearly enough because he doesn’t have a ton of lube.

I love it when he pushes, however far that I can take.

Pushes every fucking boundary with me, and my body lights up for him like I was made for only his touch.

“I love you,” I whisper. “If it’s crazy I don’t fucking care.”