Page 96 of Twisted Little Game

“You have been training your ass in my bed? And I didn’t know it?”

“In the shower.”

He lets out a low moan, suddenly gripping my cock with strength. “You didn’t tell me you were doing this in my house?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry when you are saying things that hot.”

Oh.

He’s not angry that I’ve been doing it, he’s angry that I didn’t show him.

“I have four different sizes.”

He trails his hand down my chest. “Can you take the biggest one?”

“Um, I got up to the third one, so far.”

He inhales. “Training. Were you so sure you were going to get my cock in you?”

“They say to dress for the job you want. I prepare my ass for the cock I want.”

“Fuck,” he utters, leaning in to cover the front of my body with his. One of his hands reaches up to squeeze my immobilized wrist, and the other stays on my cock, squeezing it tight as he kisses the side of my neck.

“The biggest one still isn’t as big as you,” I admit. “I think you might break me.”

“Break you, no. Make you cry… maybe. Give me your other hand.”

“Oh, God,” I whisper.

I give him access to my other arm, watching him push it up and tie it above me on the other side. Soon, both of my arms are immobilized.

A slow rush of a different type of fear moves through me once both arms can’t move.

A fear I hadn’t realized is more like a need, for me.

It’s entirely thrilling giving him control like this.

My back arches up as he lets his fingers trail over my chest. He leans over into a position where he’s able to tear off his pants, and now he’s completely naked too.

Fuck, I am never going to get over seeing his cock hang in front of me.

He reaches out and runs his nails straight down the center of my chest. I pull in a sharp hiss of a breath, and Roman’s slash isn’t hard enough to break skin, but it blooms with a searing heat afterward. He moans deeply as he looks at the marks he left on my skin.

“Too much, yes?” he says softly.

“No. Not even close.”

Immediately he claws his nails down the middle of my torso over the same spot, then over two new ones as I arch up into the touch. His hands grip my hips hard, pulling my entire body upward at least a couple of inches off the seat, and he comes down close to my face.

His lips slam against mine and we crash together in a greedy kiss.

I can feel the length of his cock mashed up against my stomach, sandwiched between the fronts of our bodies as we kiss. I buck my hips, grinding my own cock along his, desperate for any friction I can find.

“I love it when you’re like this,” Roman says, saying each word slowly, nipping at my lower lip with his teeth in between. “I want you like this forever.”

My heart pounds harder in my chest, a flash filling me again like he just scratched me another time.