Page 25 of The Killing Game

Seconds pass between us. The stare off continues, challenging the other one to break. After a few breaths, I get what I want.

“Slayer,” he breathes.

Triumph spreads across my face. My insides clench at his submission, pussy wet and waiting to finally feel him inside me.

“Good boy,” I muse, ripping his pants down low. I look down as I pull him free. Licking my lips, I take in the sight of him. His impressive length throbs in my hand, beckoning to me to feel him inside.

I push myself off of Jason’s lap, releasing his dick from my grasp. I place the knife on the side table next to us before returning to stand in front of him.

“Where are my manners?” I ask, gesturing to myself. “Let’s remove these clothes before we get to the good stuff.”

Slowly, I drag my oversized shirt over my head, letting my breasts catch on the hem. They bounce ever so slightly as I toss the shirt to the floor. Turning around, I run my hands over my curves. I hook my fingers into the hem of my shorts and slowly bend over as I drag them down my toned legs, careful to give a full view of my soaked center to him.

A whispered, “Fuck,” comes from behind me as I reach the floor. I look back to see Jason gripping the arms of the chair, his cock standing at full attention. His tip glistens in precum, ready and waiting for me.

Sauntering back over to him, I straddle his legs, tucking my knees between his thighs and the arm rests. Jason’s eyes wander over my naked frame. His jaw remains tense.

Leaning back, I glide my hand down between us. My fingers play over my clit, tracing a circle around the aroused bud. My hips rock against his length as I continue to tease myself. A deep, primal growl emanates from Jason.

“Come on, Ashe,” he begs. He rolls his head back releasing a sigh.

“Not so powerful now, are you?” I sing.

I move to position him at my center, wet and aching for him. I grab his hair, yanking him back to my gaze. Painstakingly slow, I lower myself onto him. His eyes widen, ablaze with desire. My jaw drops open at the contact.

“Oh, yes,” I moan as my hips lower fully onto him. The fullness overtakes my senses. I take a second to savor how he touches every part of me.

Fuck, I’ve had a good lay before, but I’ve never felt anyone who felt this good. It’s like he was made for me.

Taking a steadying breath, I pull myself back up his length. My pussy spasms at the contact as I tease myself with his swollen head. I slide my hips back down again. Jason bucks his hips to meet mine with what little give he has in his restraints.

“Tisk, tisk. Be patient, pet. Let me have my fun and then you can cum for me.”

“Fucking hell, little bat,” he groans, leaning his head back with eyes closed. I roll my hips clockwise and he groans even louder. My insides clench tighter at the primal sound. I pick up my hips again to find a rhythm as I ride him.

“Look at you, being a good little fuck toy for me. Show me how much you love this,” I tease.

Jason brings his head back to my body and dips to nip at the skin at my collar bone. His tongue runs along the edge of the sensitive ridge, making me lean into his touch.

“Shall I show you like this?” My nipples brush against his neck and he takes the opportunity to take them into his mouth.

“Mmmmm, good girl.” His teeth bite into my sensitive mounds and I cry out at the beautiful pain.

“That’s not how this works,” I grind out, shoving his face off of me and holding him to the back of the chair. Electricity races through my body, emboldening my assault on his cock. Pumping faster, I move my free hand back to my clit. Circling the tender bud with my index finger, I can feel myself building. High on everything happening all at once, I don’t notice Jason returning his mouth on my nipples.

“Fuck, yes. Keep doing that, Jason,” I whimper, leaning into him.

I can feel Jason smile into my skin as he continues his attention to my breasts. Sucking, licking, biting the tender skin within his reach. I cry out as he takes my other nipple into his mouth and bites down. His tongue laps at the tender flesh as a warmness radiates from the center of my breast. A static tingle runs over my skin. Jason continues to suck while I impale myself over and over again. When he pulls back, his grin is coated with a red tinge. A color I recognize all too well.

Blood drips from his bottom lip.

My breath hitches. Seeing him commit to my darkest fantasy sends me over the edge.

“Fuck this,” I hiss, reaching over the side of the chair to retrieve the knife.

“What are you doing,” he asks, warily.

Slowing my pace to a gentle roll, I carefully cut Jason’s hands free from the sides of the chair.