Or worse; call me out on the fact that I went along with it, knowing it was him all along.
I feel Lynx’s grip on my hair tighten again, before he tangles his hands in it to the scalp and moans when I take him as deep as I can, gagging for the second time.
“Oh fuck,” he moans out deep and oh so damn sexy, causing heat to shoot to the aching between my legs.
Feeling like I’ve had my fair share of my chaser, I pull away from his dick and run my arm over my mouth in the darkness.
Sitting here naked—on my knees—has what I’ve really just done sinking in, now that it’s done and over.
“I should go.” Bolting to my feet, I rush back over to the small bar and struggle with finding my bathing suit.
It’s a little harder to find than I’d like it to be right now.
“Stay,” he demands. “There’s a game I want to play with you.”
Working fast to retie my bikini top, I stop and suck in a small breath, when I feel his body behind me and feel the warmth of his breath along my neck, as he reaches for the strings to finish tying for me. “I don’t know,” I say, unable to stop my curiosity. “What kind of game do you have in mind?”
I feel his laugh against my exposed skin. “Pool. Across the hall. The winner gets a special treat.”
“Oh yeah?” I question, overcurious what this special treat is. “What about the loser? Does the loser get anything?”
“There’s a little fun leading to the grand prize. Plenty enough to make it worth your stay.”
It’s still early and a part of me isn’t ready to leave this sexy man yet. As long as I’m out of here before the lights turn on, I have a shot at keeping my identity a secret.
He hasn’t called me out yet. That has to be a good sign that he’s forgotten who I am or just can’t tell in the dark. I’ll take that as a good sign for now.
“And what about the other two women you invited here tonight? Won’t they be looking for you?” I question out of curiosity.
“Let them look,” he grumbles next to my ear. “I’m busy having fun with you. My new guys will keep them entertained. They need the exposure more than I do.”
After pulling on his jeans, but keeping them undone, he grabs my hand and pulls me through the room and across the hall to where there’s a partially glowing pool table.
The balls and the pockets are glowing along with the tips of the cue sticks. Other than that, it’s pitch black in here, just like the rest of the rooms.
I release a breath, relieved that it will keep my identity a secret, so I can stay and have a little fun.
The only thing I can see on him are the lines above his jeans and the faint glow of the head of his penis sticking out from them, as he picks up a cue stick and hands it to me, before grabbing one of his own.
This is going to be so distracting.
I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty decent at pool, but knowing that his dick isn’t fully covered is going to keep my eyes wanting to go elsewhere.
“Each ball has a foreplay activity assigned. You sink your balls, I get to pleasure you. I sink mine and you get to think up your own ways to torture me.” He pauses to rack the balls. “The rougher . . . the better. Ladies first.”
Holy shit. This sounds hot. Am I’m really doing this?
“Alright . . .” I walk up and get ready to break. “And what does the winner get?”
“Release.”
“You’re serious?” I question, a bit nervous, knowing that there’s a huge chance that he’ll be winning this game.
“That’s the whole point of punishment. Only one of us gets a happy ending, BadGirl@heart. Let’s see how bad you want it.”
Feeling up to the challenge, I break the balls, sinking in one solid and two stripes. “Looks like I’m stripes.”
“Looks like you are,” he says with amusement. “I’d pick your next shot wisely. You have no idea what situation it might get you into.”
“Oh crap,” I whisper under my breath, while trying to figure out my next move. Only balls: 9, 10, 12, 13 and 15 are left for me to choose from and 10 seems to be my only clear shot.
Taking aim, I shoot and tense up, when the 10 sinks into the pocket.
“Ten . . . good choice.” Coming up behind me, he pushes my shoulders, until I’m bent over the pool table with my ass in the air.
I breathe heavily, awaiting his next move.
My hands grip the table as I feel his tongue slowly move up my leg, starting from behind my knee and working its way up to my bikini line.
With his mouth, he pushes the bikini aside and slowly and tortuously slips a finger inside my pussy. “So fucking tight,” he growls against me, before he pumps in and out a few times. “Let’s see how many fingers I can fit.”
I bite my bottom lip and moan as he pulls out and pushes back in, but with two fingers this time.
His fingers are so damn thick.
“Oh fuck . . .” He slowly pumps in and out. “My dick will definitely hurt you. You’re gonna feel me for days,” I hear him whisper behind me and a jolt of something races through me.
I’m not sure if it’s excitement or fear. He thinks he’s going to fuck me and to be honest right now in this moment, I’d probably let him. He has me so wrapped up in his every move that I can barely breathe between them.
He keeps pumping in and out, until I feel myself beginning to clamp down on his fingers. That’s when he decides it’s time to pull his fingers out, leaving me wanting more.
“Oh shit,” I breathe, while trying to catch my breath.
“You took that punishment well. I’m impressed with my bad girl.” I can see the dark silhouette of him running his hand over his now fully erect dick. “And so fucking turned on. Go again.”
Fighting to pull my eyes away from his hardness, I take a shot and miss. A part of me is relieved, not sure that I’d be able to handle another punishment so soon.
I can’t tell how he’s feeling at the moment, because all I can see is his cue stick on the table ready to take a shot.
He sinks in the number six and my heart speeds up with excitement.
It’s up to me to make up his punishment. Whatever I want to do to tease him. The power’s in my hands right now.
“Come here,” I say as firmly as I can, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
I wait for him to stand in front of me, before I grab his jeans and lower them, while falling to my knees, before him. I work hard not to think about what I’m doing. If I stop and think . . . I’ll never be able to continue.
Gripping the shaft of his enormous dick, I lift it up and run my tongue over his balls, before sucking the right one into my mouth and teasing it. I pull down on it and he groans out and grips my hair.
Knowing that he’s enjoying it, I tug on it a little harder this time, before releasing it and running my tongue up his sack.
I can tell by the way his legs are tensing that he wants me to go higher and take his dick into my mouth, but I don’t. That one will be for later.
Releasing his shaft, I stand up and step away from him. “Looks like it’s your turn again.”
I can’t tell from the darkness, but I’m pretty sure he’s smiling right now as he takes his next shot, sinking in the number two ball. “I love my balls being sucked and tugged on, but I love my dick being sucked and tugged more.”
He steps out of his jeans completely and kicks them aside.
Smiling, I decide to tease him some more, not fully giving him what he wants. I drop to my knees again and without using my hands, I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick, before flicking it with my tongue.
When I suck just the tip of it into my mouth, it must set him off, because he grabs the back of my head and tries to push it in further. I back away, releasing it with a pop, before he can.
I run my nails down his thick thighs, causing him to growl out with pleasure, before I stand back up and smile in the darkness. “Go. Again.”
He takes his tim
e with his next shot, so I’m surprised when he misses it. It’s almost as if he did it on purpose. “Go,” he demands.
I take my shot, sinking in the number twelve ball. Before I can see him coming, his hands grab me and set me on top of the pool table, causing a few of the balls to move across the table.
My bikini top drops to the table, before he lowers to undo my bottoms, pulling me to the edge of the table.
His erection presses against the inside of my thigh, so close to my entrance that I throw my head back and grip the table, dying with everything in me for it to touch me where I need it.
Teasing me, he thrusts his hips a little, rubbing it up the inside of my thigh, but never touching me where I want it the most. It’s so fucking close that I can taste it.
With force, he flips me over again so that my stomach is on the table, with my ass hanging over the side for him.
My guess is that he wanted to let me see his beautiful fucking erection, before he does whatever it is he’s about to do with it next. He wanted to tease me and it worked.
He grabs my right leg and lifts it up until my knee is pressed against the side of the table, my pussy spread out for him to do whatever he wants with it. Easy access.
I’m almost worried that he’s going to slam his enormous dick inside of me, but then that would defeat the purpose of the game. I’d come within five thrusts, getting my release, before we can even determine a winner.
I’m that close to the edge.
I bite my bottom lip when I feel his dick come down on my ass cheek, slapping it hard. Then he does it again. Again. And Again. Until it begins to sting.
He slaps it so close to my aching pussy, that I moan out my pleasure, bringing it to his attention, that he better stop before he makes me come undone too soon.
He now grips my hips, pulling me closer to him, until his erection is resting on my lower back. “Have you had enough,” he whispers next to my ear.
I shake my head and what comes out of my mouth next, surprises even me. “No. Keep going.”
He gently grips the back of my hair and pulls my head back to whisper in my ear again, “If I keep going we’ll both come. Very fucking hard.”
He slaps his dick against my sore ass one more time, before backing away and helping me back up to my feet. His hand strokes up and down his shaft a few times, before he growls out and releases it. “Go.”
We’re both fully naked now and just knowing that makes me tremble, thinking about what could happen. He’s full of surprises and has me intrigued beyond any level I’ve ever felt before. I can tell he doesn’t lead a boring life and I’m sure he’d be irritated to know just how boring I am in mine. It’s a good thing I’m living outside of my shell tonight.
I lean across the table and shoot, barely missing the pocket because he begins to distract me. I can see the paint from his cock smearing in his palm as he strokes it just over the top of the table as I aim for my shot. I stay leaned over as I take in his movements. When he begins to walk toward me, I stand fully and contemplate my next move. I’m not talking about my next move on the table, I’m referring to the real game we’re playing.
Two can play this game.
He walks behind me, making sure the tip of his dick and his fingers brush across my lower back, then over my ass cheeks. His breath against my ear hits before his words do. “You missed. Such a shame. I had something in mind for those beautiful tits. I can’t leave them out.” My nipples harden with his deep voice and the anticipation it promises.
I swallow and barely find my way through a solid sentence. “I’m sure you’ll get your opportunity.” God. I sound pathetic. I may as well whimper and melt with his every touch, because that’s practically what’s happening. He’s so intense I can feel him pulling at me without our bodies even touching. Let alone what he does to me when we do touch.
He leans over the table and I finally notice the markings on his back. They accentuate the width across his shoulders, the narrow section of his lower back, and then expand over each of his ass cheeks. I can’t help but appreciate the art in front of me as he moves to make his shot.
“Looks like it’s my turn to be tortured.” He stands and my eyes are drawn to his glow in the dark dick and palms as he moves toward me. I let him approach me and even stop breathing when he stops right in front of me.
His cock is practically reaching out for me and I set the urge to climb him and take a ride aside for now. I spread my fingers across his chest as I walk behind him. Allowing my nipples to brush over his back, I reach around and take his dick in my hand and slowly begin stroking him.
I make sure my tits move as I do. His internal moan settles deep within me as I make sure to move fast enough to bring him very close to his release. I stop mid stroke and press my palm against his thigh, slowly moving it around his ass before sliding back around to face him.
The tip of his cock touches my stomach and I feel a coolness from the moisture he leaves behind.
“Fuckkkk. I’m going to enjoy fucking with your mind sweetheart.” He leans over the table again, this time missing his shot.
“Your turn.” He stands quickly and I decide it’s time to win this game. I need to feel what this man can do to me when he’s given the go ahead. The intensity is killing me and I swear the lump in my throat is going to strangle me each time I get near him.
I take my time and make the shot, even though he’s standing behind me swirling the ice around in his glass. His hands are instantly on my hips and his cock is setting between my ass cheeks before I even have the chance to stand up. The sound of him taking a drink fills the room just before I feel the coolness of ice on my lower back. “I’d love to watch you with the lights on.” He’s moving against me as he continues to talk.
“I want to see if your face will tell me as much as your body does.” His hands move over me after the ice melts quickly on my heated skin. “Such a canvas. Tell me how long it’s been since you’ve had a man touch you like I do.” I refuse to answer him and push up, lifting my body from the table.
I stand in front of him, allowing my breaths to hit his chest while he continues to slide ice over my chest.
“A body like this should be cherished.” He slides the ice over my right nipple before he takes it into his mouth. His tongue is perfection as he pulls me closer until he has full access to my tits with his mouth and his hands full of my ass.
His tongue leaves a wet trail as he moves to my other nipple. “Before I’m done with you, this paint will look completely different.” He moves his hands over my body, smearing all the paint in every direction. I look down and notice the glowing swirls creating an entirely different look.
My entire body is on fire waiting for him to touch me in the perfect place. If he so much as brushes across my clit right now, I’m positive I’ll orgasm.
He stands fully, moving my chin up until my lips meet his. He brushes across mine just before he speaks. “Your turn again.” Then he slowly runs his tongue over my puckered lips before he steps back, leaving me begging for more.
The game goes on for another half hour with us slowly torturing each other to the brink of orgasm, until it’s finally down to just the eight ball.
I seriously don’t know how much longer I can hang on, without breaking down and just finishing myself off right here in front of him.
It’s his turn and I know without a doubt, that he could’ve gotten that last ball in about three different times by now. I think he wants me to win.
So I do.
Without saying a word, he lifts me back up onto the pool table for the third time of the night and drops to his knees in front of me.
His mouth crashes against my pussy, his tongue devouring me as if he’s been waiting all night to do this again.
“Fuck! You’re so wet.”
I’m so on edge that there’s no way this is going to last more than two minutes.
He growls against my pussy, before sucking my clit into his mouth and roughly
sucking it, while slipping two of his thick fingers into my pussy and sliding them in and out.
With the combination of his mouth, tongue and fingers, I lose it, coming harder than I’ve came in years.
Scratch that . . . probably harder than I’ve came in my entire life.
He stills his fingers, but gently runs his tongue over my pussy as if wanting every last drop of my arousal, knowing that he’s the one who caused me to completely come undone.
I hadn’t even realized my thighs were squeezing the life out of his head, until now. Now that I’m sitting here breathing as if I’ve just run a marathon.
Relaxing, I release his head and allow myself to take a few deep breaths and slowly release them.
The whole room spins around me as I stare up at the ceiling trying to make out the shadows and roughly grip my hair.
That’s when a knock sounds at the door, bringing me down from my high and making me jump to reach for my clothing once again. I’m reaching frantically when the sound of the door knob turning throws me into a slight panic.
“One fucking minute,” Lynx growls out.
Releasing an irritated breath, he reaches for his jeans and slips them on. I can only imagine that he’s trying hard to adjust his large erection so he can cover it up.
“Thanks for the game,” I stammer. “It’s definitely time to go this time.” I’m so out of breath, that I struggle to even get the words out.
I don’t wait for him to speak, I just unlock the door and jump back when I almost run right into a tall figure with a glowing cowboy hat.
“Pardon me, Darlin’,” he says in a sexy as sin Southern accent. Then he looks around me. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, Boss.”
“You didn’t,” I say quickly. “I was just leaving.”
“Wait.”
I ignore Lynx’s demand and take off down the hall and down the stairs, getting lost in the crowd.
It takes me a few minutes, but I finally find the person who took my things on the way in and desperately reach for my phone to call Remi.
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