Page 59 of Twisted Little Game

Wouldn’t be surprised if he left me tied to one of the nearby iron fence posts, even. I watch his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.

He steps up, moving until his foot pushes between my legs, the top of it nudging against my cock.

“I need to see you come,” he tells me.

Every bit of careful control returns to his face.

“What?”

That’s not what this is.

You were just using me to come…

His foot pushes against my straining dick again, and even through the thick fabric of my sweatpants, the sensation is overwhelming.

“Take your cock out, and make yourself come. Now.”

I bring my hands to the waistband of my sweatpants, pulling it lower.

I know I’m going to call his bluff.

The moment he’s looking at another dude’s dick he’s going to change his mind, call it off, and snap back into reality.

“This what you want to see?” I ask him, pulling mine out and gripping it in my fist. “Not quite your monster cock, but it’s still pretty fucking big.”

He keeps his eyes trained on it. “Yes. It is.”

I stroke it a few times, and even that small bit of friction is so much after I’ve been aching for so long. “You going to watch? What do you want me to do?”

“Touch yourself.”

“Cock obsessed much?”

He glares at me. “Quit talking.”

“No. I need you to start talking.”

“Touch yourself. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Desperately,” I whisper.

“Every part of you is my responsibility while you’re here,” he finally says, a pointed tone in his voice. “That includes your cock. Your cum. It is all mine. If you wake up in the middle of the night and feel the need to go get fucked by some stranger, you will come to my room.”

A bead of precum pushes out from my tip and travels slowly, in a clear trail, down the underside of my strained shaft.

Roman’s eyes travel to it, watching it fall, like a king surveying his land.

It’s so unfair.

Mental warfare, really.

He wants to see me come, needs proof that I did it, so that he knows I won’t go out and seek relief elsewhere.

A breeze catches in the air and the faint scent of roses hits my nostrils. Someone could come outside at any time, and all they’d have to do is walk around to the side of the house to find us here like this.

Me, tied up.

Leaking for him.