Page 57 of Twisted Little Game

In one quick movement, he gets off me and then hauls my body over so that I’m facing the ground.

He can move me like I’m his goddamn toy.

My hands and knees are pressed into the grass again. Every nerve in my body is tingling, wondering what the fuck he’s going to do to me, and I wait patiently there for the rush of pain.

But the whip doesn’t come.

I feel a sudden warm pressure on my ankles as Roman yanks my legs together with his hand.

“The fuck are you doing?” I mutter.

The sensation of cool leather hits the bottom of my legs a moment later.

He’s fucking tying me.

He works fast, tying the belt around my ankles, binding them together. I move my legs, testing the tightness of the bind. It doesn’t budge. It’s just a goddamn braided belt he was wearing, but it may as well be a rope for how tight he was able to get it.

Roman loops around until he’s in front of me, and I look up at him, straightening my back and taking my palms off the ground.

“Now you can kneel for me, and I know you won’t run.”

“Wasn’t going to run. Is this how you do it in the fucking Bratva? Do you tie people up to be executed, Roman⁠—”

He cuts me off by stepping forward and shoving his cock back into my mouth.

His motions are quick and almost desperate.

I can tell he needs to come, and probably has needed to for quite a while. The look in his eyes is gone from the moment he’s past my lips again, and he’d probably use any mouth to get off right now.

Lucky for you, it’s my mouth.

The first time he pushes deep past my throat, I panic.

Deepthroating is already a skill I had to work on perfecting, and doing it for him is another story entirely.

He keeps pushing in, even when I can’t breathe anymore.

My eyelids flutter shut as I feel him claim my throat, but when I look back up at him again, I see a new expression on his face.

You’ve never had this before, either, have you?

I’m not sure anyone’s ever been able to take all of him at once. My throat is searing from the stretch, and I know I’m going to need air sooner rather than later.

Roman’s fingers reach down to push into my hair.

He drags his hand over the side of my head and finally grips my hair in his fist to pull my head back and off of his cock.

I gasp for air.

I cough and lean forward a little, drawing a long breath into my lungs as he stands over me, still controlling my head with his fist in my hair.

“How do you do that?” he asks.

My cock jumps, a rush of pride surging through me. “I know you think I’m useless, Roman, but there are some things I’m very good at.”

His grip loosens a little bit in my hair, but he keeps it there.

“No one can take me that far.”