The Player (The Game Maker #3)

by Kresley Cole

  “My sister didn’t tempt you?” With her toppled tray?

  “I believe your sister must be a lovely person, but she does not compare to you. If you two were side by side, I would not even see her.”

  No guy had ever chosen me over Karin. “That’s difficult for me to accept.”

  “I wish you could see inside my thoughts.” His forehead furrowed. Then he turned his thrall gaze on me. “Would you like to know how I view the world?”

  Would I? I didn’t know if I was ready to peek into his tricky, complicated mind. “Okay,” I said, the word sounding more like a question.

  “Imagine a pitch-black room with a single candle lit in the center,” he said, his voice gone low. “The room is the world. You are the candle.”

  A shaky breath escaped my lips. “How can you be so sure about me?”

  He leveled his spellbinding gaze on my face. “When you’ve been in the dark as long as I have, moy ángel, there is no mistaking the light.”

  Whenever he said things like that, he was the dream. If something’s too good . . . “I worry what you feel for me will burn up like a comet. It’s too fast and heated to be sustained.” We would hit our two-week anniversary, and he wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of me.

  “In time, you’ll trust my feelings more. After your ex’s infidelity, I understand why you find it difficult to relax your guard with me. But I’m not him. I will never lie to you. Everything I do, every action I take, is for your happiness. Remember that.”

  No nails over chalkboard.

  He rose. “Come. I want to see your eyes light up again.”

  I stood, accepting his offered hand, and he led me inside to my dressing room.

  Instead of my few unpacked garments, a store’s worth of couture awaited me, plus accessories, purses, shoes, and even more jewelry.

  I turned to him with my eyes wide.

  He gave me a charming shrug, as if to say, Can’t help it.

  I dove into the closet, stroking materials, inspecting lines, drinking in colors and patterns. This wardrobe made me itch to design, to sketch the ideas that kept bubbling up in my head. “How’d you get all this here so quickly?” Everything was in my size.

  “Money expedites delivery.”

  I held up a divine strand of pearls, running my face against them.

  “I told you the diamond necklace was a good beginning,” he said, his voice rumbling with satisfaction.

  I would explore all his incredible gifts in time; right now I just needed to get closer to this man. I set the pearls away and crossed to him, then stood on my toes to press my lips to his cheek. Gazing up at him from under a curl, I asked sincerely, “How can you be so thoughtful and generous?”

  He seemed to stand taller. “I live by one law: what my wife wants, my wife gets. Even if she doesn’t yet know what she wants.”

  For real? Too good to be true, too good to be . . .

  “And on that note,” he said, “are you ready for another surprise?”

  CHAPTER 28

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  Dmitri led me back into the bedroom. From his jeans pocket, he pulled a remote control. With the press of a button, all the windows turned to . . . mirrors. “It’s a type of smart glass. For full privacy when we have guests.”

  “You do think of everything.”

  “It gets better.” He pushed another button, and the mirrors turned to screens. They displayed the bed from all different angles, even from above.

  “There are cameras in the bedroom?” The forbidden thrill made me shiver. “Are we about to make a sex tape?” I asked breathlessly.

  “We are. I think my little exhibitionist wife will enjoy replaying our nights over and over again.”

  The idea left me shaken—in a good way. My tits were already swelling, my thong dampening.

  “But first, you get one more surprise this evening.” He led me to another walk-in closet, nearly the same size as each of our dressing rooms. Empty earlier, the space was now filled with . . . adult toys.

  Wall racks of them. My jaw slackened. Vibrators, dildos, paddles, beads and balls. Implements I didn’t even recognize. “This is a serious collection, big guy.” I couldn’t wait to dive into this one as well.

  He leaned a broad shoulder against the doorway. “Da. I ordered many things.”

  I would’ve asked him who set this up, but knew I’d get the same answer about money and expediting. I entered, relishing the scent of leather, my fingers lighting on a clear glass dildo, then a shiny new crop. “What did you have in mind with this stuff?”

  “You and I are going to indulge ourselves. Tonight, for every toy or piece of equipment you choose, I’ll choose one.”

  Fun! “Okay.” A bar with leather cuffs caught my attention. “How would this thing work?”

  “I explain by demonstration only, Vika.” With a challenge in his gaze, he asked, “Do you choose it or not?”

  I jutted my chin. “Fine. Yes, I do.”

  That wicked light gleamed in his eyes. He liked my selection? “Then I’ll go with this.” He chose what looked like a plug. The flat end was a shining blue jewel about the size of a quarter.

  When he took a bottle of lube off a shelf, I asked, “Are you going to put that . . . in my ass?” With any other guy, I’d be nervous. But I knew Dmitri would make ass play good.

  Because he had with that trick in the shower.

  “Considering your reaction earlier, yes.”

  Once he’d settled me on that high shelf, he’d teased and teased me with his tongue. Then he’d worked two fingers into my pussy. With bath oil on his little finger, he’d penetrated my ass at the same time.

  The shocker.

  I’d heard about it, but to feel it . . . I’d gone nuts, coming till I’d nearly thrashed off the shelf into his arms. . . .

  Dmitri seemed to have unlimited sexual revelations in store for me. Before him, I’d had no interest in anal sex, but if he wanted me that way, I’d try it. I’d try anything he craved at least once.

  As far as sex was concerned, he’d earned my trust. I’d have to think about the ramifications of that later.

  He held up the plug. “I’ll bet you get wet simply looking at this.” Light reflected in the luminous metal.

  I stared, rapt. “I can’t deny it.” The jewel on that plug was so eye-catching. If my ass would be adorned, he should have a sensual adornment too. Well, besides his piercing. I turned back to the shelves, selecting a black contraption of two interconnected leather rings. A cock ring?

  “Good idea, Vika.” He took it from me. “When I wear that, I won’t come every time you do.”

  I swallowed. “Every time, huh?”

  He turned toward the bedroom and laid our toys at the foot of the bed.

  I followed him. “Tell me what to do.”

  “Strip.”

  Undressing didn’t take long since I hadn’t bothered to put on more than a thong and my beach cover-up.

  “Now on the bed.”

  I crawled onto the mattress and rested on my knees, already thrumming with excitement. This was unreal! I glanced around at all the screens, seeing myself from half a dozen different angles. After today’s nude sunbathing, my bikini tan lines weren’t as pronounced. The trim patch of hair on my mons looked golden.

  He moved to stand at the end of the bed. “Go to your hands and knees, your ass to me.”

  My face went hot, but after a moment of hesitation, I turned and leaned forward onto my hands.

  He groaned, “Woman . . .”

  Because of the cameras, I could see what he stared at—my upturned ass and my glistening pussy. Another screen showed me from the side, my breasts shaking from my anticipation. The color of my stiff nipples darkened to a deep pink.

  He positioned that black bar near my feet. “This is a spreader.” With nimble fingers, he cuffed my ankles on opposite ends of it, forcing my legs wide. �
��Lower your head and rest on one side of your face. Then place your hands beside your ankles.”

  Make myself even more vulnerable?

  “Safe word or surrender,” he reminded me.

  I lowered my head, which jutted my ass up even more. “If you’ve never had a submissive, how do you know so much about this stuff?”

  He bound my wrists beside my ankles. “I told you, I studied sex as if it were my field.” Once I was immobilized, he stepped back to survey me. “My God, zhena.”

  I could share the same view. My plump labia had parted to reveal my shaded entrance. My cheeks were spread, my ass exposed. I had to stifle a moan.

  Never taking his fierce gaze off me, he undressed.

  My heart tripped at his ominous expression. “You, uh, you look like you’re about to fuck the hell out of me.”

  He nodded slowly. “Oh, I am. You should know what I’ll expect of my wife. What our sex life will be like.”

  When his jeans dropped to reveal his straining erection, realization dawned. He could do anything he wanted to me.

  Anything.

  The idea made my clit throb.

  He retrieved that cock ring. “You’ll give me all my fantasies, won’t you, wife? And I’ll take all of yours.”

  My eyes went heavy-lidded as he handled his shaft and balls to adjust the leather into place. “Red-hot, Dmitri.” I wished I had a picture of that—

  Oh, wait, I’d have a video!

  He stood behind me, a giant of a man about to use my body for filthy things. “Look at you. I’m probably dreaming this.” He speared my pussy with a long forefinger. “So fucking wet for me.”

  I moaned, my core clamping down on his finger.

  Then he wedged another one inside me. He took his time, scissoring his fingers as deep as they would go.

  I turned my head from side to side because I couldn’t decide which screen angle I wanted to view. “Dmitri, touch my clit.”

  He removed his fingers. “I will when I choose to. No sooner.” He slapped my wet lips.

  “Ah!” I jolted against the cuffs.

  “Don’t make me chastise you again, beautiful. You won’t like it.” He followed that slap with lighter ones until I’d slicked his big palm. He finally sank his thumb inside, reaching his fingers under me to strum my clit like a guitar.

  “Yes!” I wantonly bucked as far as my bonds would allow. “N-need to come, Dmitri!”

  “Not without your plug.” He’d started to sweat, his muscles sheening.

  “Then give it to me! Please . . .”

  He removed his hand, leaving me aching. I trembled as he lubed the plug. Though not as big as some I’d seen online, the size was a lot larger than his finger!

  Still, I knew he’d take care of me. All he’d ever wanted was my pleasure.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes—” I jolted again when the tip touched my ass.

  “Relax, zhena.” He teased my entrance, circling, then lightly pressing. Over and over. Until I needed him to shove it in! “So tight.”

  “No more teasing, Dmitri, please.” I craved that fullness inside me as much as I craved his cock.

  “In time, once you’re accustomed to this, I’m going to fuck your exquisite virgin ass. Would you like me to?”

  My pussy quivered. “Oh, God, yes, yes!”

  He eased the metal tip deeper each time, lazily thrusting and twisting it. “Enjoy this for now, Vika.” He finally penetrated me, wedging the plug in place.

  After a brief stretch, sensation radiated throughout my body. I savored it, rocking my hips to get used to the feeling.

  He stepped back so I could view my plugged, jeweled ass too. “So goddamned beautiful.” His dick pulsed at the sight.

  I would watch this tape to eternity! “Will you fuck me now?”

  “Something’s missing. Ah, yes, this.” He spanked me with both hands. “My handprints.”

  The force made my ass tighten on the plug, intensifying those sensations. I moaned for more.

  He spanked me repeatedly, muttering, “Your body gets my cock so hard, the tip wet for you.”

  I could see it. That black leather ring bit into the swollen base of his shaft, and precum beaded the pierced crown. “Dmitri.”

  “You’re going to feel very full with me and the plug.”

  Between panting breaths, I cried, “Do it! I want to know . . . I want you inside me.”

  He gritted the words: “My wife wants . . .”

  Immediately I said, “I want to come!”

  “I don’t think you really do. You know how much stronger your release will be . . . if we resist your urges.” He laid one of his big hands on my lower back, his fingers spanning my waist. With his other hand, he worked his cockhead up and down my drenched folds.

  On a screen, I could see the sculpted muscles of his ass flexing with each stroke. I wriggled my hips, trying to catch him, to tempt him. Tension gathered . . .

  “Does your hungry little pussy ache for this?” He began feeding his length inside—

  “Oh, my God, YES!” I screamed, coming before he was halfway in. “Dmitri!” The fullness sent me over the brink.

  “Uhn! Feel you!” He shoved home, ripping another scream from me. And again. “You would’ve stolen my cum, just like that.”

  I writhed in my bonds as my orgasm consumed me, numbing my mind. . . .

  Once I finally fell limp, he bit out, “More?” His muscles quaked against me. How badly he must need to come!

  “Yes!”

  “I will always give you more.” He drew back his hips and gripped me around the waist. Then he widened his stance. He was readying.

  I fidgeted in my bindings. He looked like he was about to ravage me. And there was nothing I could do but take it. “Um, Dmitri—”

  He yanked me back along his cock while his body rammed forward. He yelled; I moaned from the impact.

  His position, my position . . . I felt like a sexual plaything. Maybe I was a submissive, because the idea put me right back on the brink.

  “Your body needs to be fucked by mine. Taken.” He eased out to give me another teeth-clattering thrust. And another. Soon he was pounding me. His breaths were grunts; my cry scaled higher.

  I screamed his name as I came again.

  “Vika! Your sweet pussy!” He never slowed, his skin lathered with sweat. “You’re milking my cock!” He grew even thicker inside me. “Can’t take this . . . pressure much longer.” Was he loosening his leather ring? His size was unbearable.

  So why was I on the verge of a third orgasm?

  His damp hips slapped my ass harder and harder. Slap, slap, SLAP. “Victoria!” he roared, his fingers biting into flesh. “Need to shoot my cum . . . so deep inside you!”

  My next climax forced a strangled moan from my lungs. I was delirious, babbling, sex-drugged.

  Face drawn with need, he met my heavy-lidded gaze in one of the screens. “I will never let you go!”

  He bellowed with pleasure, neck corded and muscles bulging, as his semen flooded my core. Ramping up his pace, he slammed into me to empty the last of his cum. . . .

  With a groan, he collapsed atop me, his heaving breaths tickling my damp neck. Even as he recovered, he grazed tender kisses across my nape.

  Though I was restrained, with his weight pressing down on me, I’d never felt freer. Hadn’t he promised to free me? Boneless with bliss, I murmured, “Dmitri, I like how our sex will be.”

  CHAPTER 29

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  “What will we do today?” I asked, watching Dmitri stretch naked in the morning sunlight. I blew out a breath. That man. We’d been married for a week, but my attraction kept growing.

  Earlier, I’d awakened him in one of the two ways he preferred. He’d cracked open his eyes—the color of yesterday’s painted gold sunset. After a moment of confusion, he’d curled his lips. “An alarm-clock BJ? Are yo
u dicking with me?” he’d asked, using my line.

  Imitating him, I said, “No. I am not.” I couldn’t get enough of his taste.

  “Ah, Vika, I like this life with you. . . .”

  I enjoyed all the luxury he showered on me, but Dmitri was the draw by a mile. Even if he had no money, I would still be infatuated with him. My toes would still curl when his waking confusion transformed to that golden shimmer of satisfaction. I’d still know more pleasure with him than I’d ever dreamed.

  I’d still feel protective.

  God, I felt protective.

  “We should pack for our honeymoon.” He pulled on a pair of broken-in jeans; the staff must be coming in today. “I want to spend our one-week anniversary in Moorea.”

  “Where’s that?”

  “An island near Tahiti.”

  So far away? How would anyone pick up the ring? They needed it in three days! “Um, I thought we’d be honeymooning here.”

  He shook his head. “The weather’s supposed to turn, but it will be nice in French Polynesia. I plan to buy you everything—even sunny days.”

  “Maybe we could leave in a week or two?” Work the con, I told myself.

  Oh, who was I kidding? I kept using the con as an excuse to get right where I wanted to be—with Dmitri.

  Married. Falling ever deeper under his spell.

  He sat on the bed beside me. “Why the delay?”

  “I’m having too much fun here.” Not a lie.

  Yesterday I’d modeled the clothes and jewels that kept arriving (I called my dressing room “the never-ending story”). He’d rated the looks—until I’d emerged stark naked, with nothing but jewelry all over me, just asking for it.

  As he’d fucked me, strands of pearls had bounced over my tits, delighting him.

  We’d been having a lot of sex. Kink and non-kink. In the shower. In the pool. In the hot tub. Down by the ocean.

  In the six-car garage, on the hood of a Bentley.

  Each night we watched our sex tapes from the day before. Yesterday, he’d played the recording of the first time he used a plug on me—while he’d worked a larger one inside me. “You’re going to ride me, facing away, so I can whip your beautiful ass and control the pace.”