The Player (The Game Maker #3)

by Kresley Cole

  Oh my.

  My, my, mine.

  Seeing him like this made me a thousand times more aware of my bonds. I couldn’t simply walk over and explore him, couldn’t heft the weight of his big dusky balls or fondle his pecs. Couldn’t follow that trail of hair below his navel—with my mouth.

  I couldn’t tongue his piercing. I found myself licking my lips as I stared at it.

  He caught me. “Again, you show me no mercy.” He gripped his shaft. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes. I wish you’d just let me suck you.”

  He rested a knee on the side of the bed. “Perhaps afterward.”

  “How long will you do this before we call it?”

  “Look at my cock. I’m this hard from mere anticipation. Watch my reactions if you want to know how long I’ll do it.” He leaned down and used the pierced head to rub one of my nipples.

  I gasped, arching upward.

  “Do you know how difficult it was to clean my cum off you the other night? I wanted my seed slathered on your tits, wanted you to wear my mark.”

  I whimpered.

  He caressed my nipples, giving them light pinches. “I had to control myself. But not for much longer.” And then what would happen? “We talked last night of getting things solidified. Tonight we will.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He laid his faultless body beside me, one possessive hand covering a breast.

  I couldn’t touch him back. Could only lie back and . . . receive.

  “It means you belong to me. You are mine.”

  Did he think I needed to be romanced? With lines? “Is that right? For how long?”

  His gaze bored into mine.

  I swallowed. “You’re not saying what I think you’re saying.”

  “I am saying for always.”

  To be with this mesmerizing god of a man forever? Then pesky reality caught up with me again. This guy wasn’t a player; he was insane!

  And he’d tied me up. It was dangerous to lead him on, to keep seeing him. When I broke things off with this obsessed Russian, would he be as bad as the cartel kingpin?

  No. Dmitri might be obsessed, but I knew he would never hurt me.

  I would hurt him, though.

  He nuzzled a breast. “When you told me you never wanted to see me again, I barely stood it. Vika, I could not do it a second time.”

  Guilt twisted my chest.

  He trailed kisses down my body. I tried to hold on to my remorse, but his warm, firm lips were melting it away. On his way down, he rubbed his cheek over my hip bone. When he moved his head between my bound legs, he stretched his big body perpendicular to mine so I could see that magnificent cock.

  “You wanted to know how I hurt my hand?” As his palms glided up my thighs, he pressed a kiss above the binding on one of my legs. “Last night, you left me seething. I wasn’t to see you again? To touch you? I repeatedly punched a fucking wall. Trying to feel anything but that emptiness.”

  “That’s not right, Dmitri! Crazy . . .”

  His hot breaths whispered across my upper thigh. “Never said I was sane.” He nuzzled my outer lips.

  “Oh!”

  “No matter what I do to you tonight, remember one thing: this pussy belongs to me.” He licked my labia, giving a groan of pleasure.

  My thoughts scattered. “Oh, my God—”

  I jerked against my restraints when he sucked on a lip. “Dmitri!” Then he nibbled that damp flesh! I could only whimper. He never neared my clit, just played with my lips, yet the mix of sensations already had me tripping closer to the edge . . . and he seemed to be just warming up.

  “Prosto rai, ángel.” Sheer heaven. He was in love with this! As he feasted, his cock strained. With each visible throb, more precum beaded the slit.

  I yearned for that length inside me. Needed to milk it with my body. I’d grown so wet my slickness had seeped down between my cheeks. My bound thighs trembled around his head. “What’re you doing to me?” My voice sounded awed.

  How could bondage feel so . . . freeing? I didn’t have to do all the work. All I had to do was surrender.

  “Trying to go slow.” Lick. “To not devour you.” Suck. “My luscious woman.” He clenched my thighs with shaking hands, yet he kept a leisurely pace.

  He planned to tease me like last night! If I ached any more for his cock, I’d go as crazy as he was. “You said I’d beg you for sex—I am! Please, Dmitri, please.”

  He groaned again. “And break my promise to you? You, who mean so much to me?”

  Before I could register his words, he began flicking his tongue over my lips. “Ahhh!” I could almost feel those vibrations where I needed them most. “Then please lick me harder. Higher!”

  “No, you’re not to come yet. Not without my permission.”

  “Dmitri!” I was so close, couldn’t stop undulating to his tongue. How quickly I’d gone from no oral sex to pretty please eat me raw!

  He drew back to say, “Look at your hips rocking. You had better not disobey me.”

  I wanted to snatch the back of his head and grind my wetness against his mouth. “I can’t take much more of this.”

  He leaned down until his breaths heated my clit. “Should I make you come? Bring off your needy . . . soaked . . . pussy?”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Just those words in his sinful, accented voice . . . My head thrashed. “Going to come! Oh, oh, I’m close!”

  “Nyet.”

  I cried, “Why?”

  “I could be moved to mercy. But I don’t think you’re mindless enough yet. You’d have to convince me.”

  Again he controlled me. He’d taken ownership of my body, my mind. The thrall had me in its grip. “Mindless?” I raised my upper body so I could meet his eyes. I barely recognized my voice as I begged, “Please tongue my clit. It throbs so bad, I can’t stand it! Lick it. Taste it.”

  His fingers bit into my thighs. “Would you prefer my tongue on your clit? Or in you?” With a husky groan, he licked right at my entrance—then he fucked it with his stiffened tongue.

  Once my mind caught up with what my body was experiencing, I screamed. Shattered. “Oh, my God! YES!” My back arched like a bow, thighs closing around his ears as he licked me deep. . . .

  But once I’d peaked, he kept going, ravenous. He spread me wide with both hands to lap up my cum.

  I twisted beneath his mouth. “Too much! Too much, Dmitri!”

  He ignored me! I tried to break his kiss, but he wasn’t budging, too busy making a meal out of me.

  I couldn’t fight him, couldn’t push him away, was helpless to do anything other than take the pleasure he forced on me. He’d warned me of this!

  Finally, I surrendered to it.

  To him.

  Only then did he give me a reprieve. He nuzzled me again, his harsh breaths tickling my hypersensitive flesh.

  My head fell back. “Oh, my God.” I’d just come harder than ever before—from oral sex. And he hadn’t even touched my clit.

  There’d never been anything wrong with me. I was floating. I love you, Dmitri Sevastyan. Not really. Maybe. I couldn’t.

  My pussy is in love with your mouth and wants to get married.

  He didn’t sound as enamored of me when he said, “You neither asked for, nor received my permission to come.”

  Weirdly, I wasn’t satisfied. I needed more. I leaned up. “You wanted me mindless—I am!” I didn’t care about the mixed signals I was giving. I didn’t care about anything but sex with this man. “Please fuck me.” I’d had a sampling of his fingers and tongue. What could he do with his entire body?

  “You’d hate me afterward.” He pressed a loving kiss to one of my thighs.

  His emotions were only heightening this already mind-blowing experience. My hips decided to roll for him.

  “Look at you offering up your pussy to me. How could I not want to possess you for my own?” He tilted his own hips, showing off his mouthwatering shaft. “I’m about to spill
without a single touch. Watch my cock when I make you come next.”

  “Next?”

  “Uh-huh. At least two more times like this.” His tongue returned to my slit.

  “Ahhh!” I jolted as much from sensation as from realization. He really was going to do it. . . .

  My world diminished until all I knew was his tongue. The flat of his tongue, the sides of it, the tip.

  The frenzy in me built once more. “Don’t torture me again!”

  “Do you want me to kiss your clit now?”

  “PLEASE!” I twisted frantically.

  “Though you don’t deserve it . . .” He engulfed my bud with his mouth.

  Suction? He was sucking on my—

  “YES!” I screamed my release. “Fuck, fuck, YES, YES, YES!” My thighs shook, body writhing through another bone-melting climax.

  But he kept nursing my bud, his groans vibrating it.

  The staggering sensations only ramped up. The intensity mounted until I feared what would happen when I came. Would I black out?

  Right when I was on the verge, he stopped sucking. “Your sweet little clit couldn’t be more swollen. Woman, it does throb.”

  “No more teasing, Dmitri!”

  He sank his finger inside me, curling it as he’d done last night. “Tell me you belong to me.”

  Instinct whispered not to. He would take my words to heart, considering this some sort of real promise to him. “Let me come!”

  “You will be mine, Vika.” He worked in another finger. “Tell me you belong to me. Say the words.”

  Desperate, I told him, “I really, really, really think you should fuck me now.”

  “Nyet.” He gave a hungry suck on my clit.

  The more I lost control, the more I talked. “Then l-let me give you head. I need my mouth on your cock. Dmitri, untie me, and I’ll suck it so good for you.”

  His voice sounded crazed as he bit out, “Would you swallow my cum?”

  “Yes!” I craved to take him down. Needed to be as wicked as he was. Comprehension: I crave his cum.

  “Say the words!” His brows drew together in pain. “And I’ll give it to you.”

  My fists clenched again. “Okay, okay! I belong to you.”

  “If you want to come again, say them like you mean them.” Another brief suck.

  My head thrashed. “I belong to you!”

  “Again!” He licked and fingered me at the same time.

  “I belong to you!”

  “Tell me I own your body. No one else is ever to touch it but me.”

  I babbled something to that effect. The body he wanted to own was levitating.

  “Who owns you?” A graze of teeth . . .

  “You do! YOU DO!”

  “Beg me for your orgasm.” He sucked me hard—

  Too late. “Oh, oh, GOD!” Just that command had set me off. I bulleted into yet another climax, screaming his name.

  Sensation racked me, spasm after spasm . . . until I couldn’t take it anymore. Still he licked, consuming me. “Please, no, PLEASE!” Need safe word! What was my—

  “Cognac!”

  With a growl of displeasure, Dmitri relented, drawing back. If he’d looked crazy before, now he appeared in agony and crazy, his amber eyes wild with lust. His dick was so engorged, the head was plumped up around that piercing.

  As I leveled off, I wanted only one thing: my mouth on him. Between breaths, I said, “Untie me. Dmitri, I need to suck you off.”

  He straddled my waist, all rippling muscles and whipcord sinews. Voice a harsh grate, he said, “Too late, ángel.” He fisted his shaft, bringing the head an inch from my mouth. “Open for me. Take my cum like this, and it will be etched into my memory.”

  When I opened, he aimed for my tongue. “Look at me,” he groaned. “Keep—me—here.”

  Don’t know what that means. But I looked up at him. Our gazes locked, and time seemed suspended. The moment was electrifying, made even more so because we were staring at each other, exposed and exposing, both awaiting his pleasure.

  A single pump of his big fist wrenched a bellow from his lungs and his hot cream free.

  I never looked away as it spurted between my lips, landing on my tongue. His agonized expression transformed into one of ecstasy, his eyes gleaming gold.

  Only then did he break his stare, to throw back his head and roar so loud the walls seemed to shake. Fist flying up and down his cock, he jacked it for more.

  I eagerly took every drop. Never get enough of him. . . .

  As he emptied himself, his hand slowed and his yells faded. With his mighty chest heaving, he gazed back down at me.

  Only then did I swallow with a moan.

  His bewildered groan made my toes curl.

  A pearly drop remained on his pierced crown. I couldn’t help it; I eased forward as far as my bindings would allow and lapped it up.

  “My God, Vika.” He shuddered. “My God.” He dropped back in the bed, sprawling across the mattress.

  CHAPTER 18

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  “Um, Dmitri?”

  Eyes closed, sucking in lungfuls of air, he held up a finger. “Minute.”

  I wondered what he’d meant when he said, “Keep me here.” The second time he’d told me that. Was it some kind of Russian thing?

  When he finally faced me again, he didn’t bother hiding his amazement. “I had heard a man could spend so hard he saw stars, but I never believed. Vika, that was a detonation.”

  Instead of waggling a sore jaw, he licked his lips, gaze hooded. “And you’d thought to deny me that?” With effort, he made it back to his knees. His hands were unsteady as he loosened one of the belts.

  “I wish I’d had something to do with getting you there.” I straightened my leg, wincing a little at the pinpricks.

  He began massaging them away. “You mean beside your taste, your scent, your moans? Your response wrested that pleasure from me. Speaking of which . . .” A look of pure masculine pride lit his face. “Shame you can’t come from oral sex.”

  That look. “You’re really hot when you’re insufferably proud and cocky.”

  He unbound and massaged my other leg. “I am proud—to have pleasured you thoroughly.” He leaned over to untie my wrists, his semihard dick wagging in front of my face.

  Need. He’d told me he wanted to make a woman like me addicted to him. Was I already there?

  Once he’d freed me completely, he asked, “So how many times did you get off?”

  I play-slapped his hip. “Four, you smug asshat.”

  He pulled back the cover. “In you go.”

  I dutifully crawled under. “Have I lost all your respect?”

  “There are many things I feel for you right now. Respect is among them.”

  “How did you keep from fucking me?” The way his cock had strained . . .

  “How is trust evaluated? By testing it.” He showed me his palms. Ragged cuts and dried blood marked both. He’d dug his nails in! “It was everything I could do to keep control of myself.”

  Crazy man! “Why is it so important? Any other guy would’ve just done it.”

  He squared his shoulders, as if proud of what he was about to say. “I reminded myself that if I broke my promise, I could lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  I whispered. “Me?”

  “You, ángel.”

  But I wasn’t an angel. I was so far from it.

  “Those bites of pain were well worth my reward.” He rose, unfolding his tall frame. My gaze locked on his dick.

  How would I make it through another night without sex?

  He headed to my bathroom, giving me the view of his powerful back and shoulders, his lean hips. . . .

  His ass.

  Good thing I’m not standing.

  His taut cheeks were sculpted with hollows on the sides. The play of contracting muscles taunted my nails to dig into th
em. I wanted to grip that flesh as he pounded me. I imagined nipping him there, and a whimper escaped my lips.

  He paused, then walked on, saying, “Are you objectifying me, Vika?”

  A laugh bubbled up.

  When he returned, he pulled on his clothes before my rapt gaze. I kept thinking, That god of a man just came from my bed. . . .

  Dressed, he sat beside me. “I am pleased we have things settled now.”

  “Settled?” Oh. That.

  “You and I are exclusive with one another.”

  As I stared into his thrall eyes, I figured, Well, we could be exclusive.

  Ah! I dragged my gaze away. “I can’t look at you.”

  He pinched my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Why, ángel?” Hurt flashed across his expression.

  “Because I feel as if I’m under some kind of spell. You look at me like this, and I can’t think. And worse, I can’t seem to tell you no.”

  “Then never tell me no.”

  “You’re crazy.” I bit my tongue as soon as the words left it. I hadn’t meant to say it earlier either.

  “Yes. I am on occasion. But tonight I wasn’t.”

  I needed to get to the bottom of this. There were different levels and types of crazy, right? He was probably just a social oddball, an eccentric—

  “I have a gift for you.”

  Gift???

  He reached into a jacket pocket. “Close your eyes, and keep them closed.”

  I did.

  “I hope you like diamonds.” Cool metal glided over my collarbones and neck. The strand was heavy. “You can look now.”

  I gasped at the necklace. A dozen large diamonds were spaced randomly down a platinum chain, each one set in a bezel of tiny sapphires. The stones came in all different shapes: oval, pear, marquise, triangular. The necklace had no discernible pattern. I loved it!

  Though ridiculously picky about clothes and jewelry, I could wear this piece forever. “Are you dicking with me?”

  “No. I am not.”

  I dragged my gaze from the sparkling rocks. “Ah, you do want to be my sugar daddy. A piece of jewelry for an orgasm. It is Vegas after all.”

  “If I paid you what that orgasm was worth to me, I’d be back in the research lab because I would be penniless.”