Hailey's Game

by Hailey's Game (lit)

  “Cole, please.”

  He grinned at that demand and tormented her with a flick of his thumb over the tip of one breast. Dragging out the motion to scrape the edge of his nail over her tender nub, he matched the action with an equally feral growl.

  “Please, what?”

  It took her a moment of panting and arching before another whine came out. “You said you were going to act out the movie.”

  That had not been what he’d been expecting or wanting to hear. He wanted her to beg. Her denial of his savage need had his hands pausing, his finger clasping her nipples in a warning pinch as he asked, “So?”

  “Look…” Her demand faded into a whine as he punished her puckered nipple for her insolence.

  Cole had put up with enough of her insolence and disrespect. She’d pushed, teased, and outright molested him. All for naught, but that still didn’t stop her from trying to command him once again. This time the insult burned too hot to ignore.

  Making her writhe as punishment for her ability to still follow the movie, he tormented her swollen breasts as a small reminder of just who controlled the moment. Unrelenting, he drove her back toward disobedience just for the fun of punishing her even more.

  It didn’t take much. Within seconds, her hand had slid back between her legs, but this time Cole didn’t even hesitate. Releasing her breast, he slapped his hand down over hers so hard he made her spank her own pussy. Like he hit her with a bolt of lightning, she arched, screaming, and he just had to do it again.

  Capturing her wrist in his hand, he used it like a whip. Smacking her own hand against her own weeping flesh, he punished her good, making her cry and twist until her fingers curled in, refusing to play as his toy anymore.

  Growling out his refusal to be denied, Cole’s own fingers wrapped around hers, keeping them elongated as he brought them back down toward her creaming cunt. Not to hit, but to penetrate as he fucked both their hands deep into Hailey’s spasming sheath. She reacted instantly, arching her hips up as she began to screw herself against the invasion.

  Cole didn’t deny her. Using her fingers, he gave it to her good and hard until every breath he took tasted of her desire and every breath intoxicated him with the scent of her arousal.

  “So good,” Hailey panted out as her whole body bounced.

  He loved that motion. Loved watching her tits roll and sway, loved the slight sheen and the glisten as her body sweated hard under his fucking, and once he’d completely broken her, he’d see her rise over him and ride him while he got to play with any part of her he wanted.

  “So damn good. Oh, God, Cole.”

  “Call me master,” Cole growled, seizing his moment. He had reason to hope. Even as she denied him, the words came out broken and babbling instead of firm with resistance.

  “No….no…Cole.”

  He pressed deep into her sheath, swirling her fingers so that his could brush over her sweet spot. He knew he hit it when she whined and her legs tensed with the shock. Pressing his advantage, he whispered his demand once again.

  “Master.”

  “No.”

  Yanking her hand clear, he caught her other one before she could pillage herself. It didn’t even take the second it took him to raise her hands up before the princess started pitching a tantrum. Screaming, she threw all the fight she had into breaking free of his hold, but the spitfire just didn’t have that much strength in her. At least, not in her body. Her vocal cords, on the other hand, spit fire as only a true wild woman would.

  “You stupid son of a cow licking bitch!”

  Cole had to raise an eyebrow to that. “Cow licking?”

  “I wouldn’t call you master if you were the last man alive. What are you doing?”

  The wobble in her question revealed the nerves beneath her strident resistance. Cole didn’t intend to offer any reassurance. Holding his answer until he pulled the dildo out of the nightstand drawer, he set it down next to the lotion before picking up the remote.

  “Whenever you want put an end to this, Hailey, you know the price.” Breathing that heavy warning in her ear, he clicked the reverse button. “Now, where were we?”

  Chapter 24

  Hailey blinked in response to that. They’d come to another draw, but it had been a near thing. If only the smug bastard hadn’t asked her to call him that, then she probably would have given in to any of his other demands. That’s just how close it had been.

  A sane person would take that as a sign to leave, but Hailey already condemned her sanity days ago. Not that Cole would have given her any chance. With her ankles pinned beneath his calves and her legs bent over her thighs, he had her bound to his bed without a single tie. That didn’t make her happy, but it sure as hell excited her.

  Hailey had issues with excitement. It didn’t enter her life often, so she really didn’t have the resources to cope with the emotion. For all the glitter and shine that drew her toward even more reckless behavior, it also terrified every logical thought in her head as she felt her control slipping. That fear had saved her so far.

  These moments of calm, when Cole eased back, helped, too. Her frayed nerves, not to mention tattered body, needed these seconds to try and breathe in the rational air. The only problem was there was no reason left to find in this room. Partly because the scent of her own desire mixed with the musky hues of the man behind her to create the sexual dew that fairly hung in the air.

  Hailey couldn’t draw a breath without inhaling another heavy dose of desire. It ping-ponged through her body, flaring pure oxygen over the simmering abyss of the wanton need pooled deep in her womb. The crackling embers flared with each passing wind, sending searing licks of nearly painful pleasure down her sheath.

  She had to win this next round because she couldn’t bear this burn anymore. This time, she’d take it all the way. That vow had no sooner sealed over her reserved energy when the sound of the movie kicking back in had her eyes lifting with an impending sense of doom.

  “Oh, good God, no.”

  “That’s right, princess,” Cole growled behind her, a pinch too pleased and way too damn smug for her liking. “Every time we stop, we go back to the beginning.”

  Hailey swallowed because that wasn’t a threat. Cole wound the movie all the way back to when Miss Vanessa walked in to shake Mr. Hard’s hand. He really had gone all the way back to the beginning, which meant he intended to start all over on her.

  Knowing what would come should have made it easier to bear when it did, but all those long minutes that passed before his hands lifted only made her that much more tense, that much more excited. When finally it came, his touch rolled over her like a warm blanket on a cold morning. Pure, liquid heat soaked through her chest to melt her muscles to butter.

  That didn’t stop them from contracting with the sharp whips of rapture that raced over her flesh as his callused palms caught and rolled over her sensitive peaks. Already throbbing from his former torment, each new touch sent a pulse of ragged pleasure down to her throbbing clit.

  There it collected, pooling into a massive wave of unrelenting need. All the while, Cole just toyed with her, playing with her breasts like he had no intention of doing anything else. It drove her mad. All she wanted was a little focus, a little focus on her nipples, but the bastard just kept rolling over them with his palms. Rolling and winding her tighter and tighter until her nails bit hard into his thighs, clenching down on his muscles as she fought the urge to take control. He’d never allow it. He’d punish her again and she’d break. She’d call him master and beg him to do whatever he commanded…No! Hailey bit back that silent scream as her back arched towards the hands that lifted teasingly away from her aching flesh.

  “See, princess, see how your body obeys my touch. If only its owner would be so practical, then we wouldn’t have to go through all this.” Cole’s heated breath teased over the delicate curve of her ear, sending sparklers of warning racing down her spine.

  The sounding alarm didn’t help brac
e her for the strong fingers that closed around her breast. Cupping her flushed and swollen flesh, he lifted it up, bending it back over the thumb he pressed into the upper swell of her breast.

  “Lick it.”

  Cole’s savage command sunk into the dispassionate tones of Mr. Hard. Through the forest of her lashes, Hailey could see the blonde on the TV tilting down her chin to suck her own tit. There could be no mistake of what Cole wanted as his forehead pressed down on the back of her head, forcing hers down to her own captured flesh.

  “Lick it.”

  Hailey swallowed, assured that obeying would lead to more pleasure than she could control. That didn’t stop her chin from dipping lower.

  “With your tongue, princess, lick it.”

  Her lids drifted closed as her tongue rolled out. At the first soft swipe, her whole body jerked. Banging her ass backward, it rubbed into the massive erection that bulged as a reminder that Cole wasn’t half as uninterested as he tried to act.

  Giving over to the moment, she took her time. Licking, rolling, teasing her own tender bud as she let the rapture start to wash over her. The rhythm of desire invaded her muscles, her very bones, until her whole body swayed and rubbed against the cock that came so close to being where she needed it most.

  Lost in the winds of her own lusts, she didn’t notice when his second hand disappeared, but she knew the moment it returned. Something cold dripped over her clit, injecting every single cell in her already sensitive bud with pure adrenaline. Like a party turning into a riot, the tender ball of nerves exploded with raw, unrelenting tingles.

  “Cole!”

  He didn’t respond to that gasp as she jerked and twisted under the volatile lash of ecstasy pulsing out of her clit. Calm as ever, the Denier shifted his hold to her other breast. Offering it up, he commanded, “Lick it.”

  “Ah.” Hailey twisted again as the very air brushing against her open sex felt like an intimate caress. “What did you do to me?”

  “It’s the sensitizing gel. Like it?”

  “Oh, God.” Her head dug into his shoulder, her body flexing as the sensation intensified. The heated scrape of Cole’s cheek along hers rolled back until his lips pressed into her ear.

  “Wanna see what it feels like on your tit?”

  She didn’t even need to think about that answer. “No.”

  “Then lick, princess.”

  Something about the way he cracked that command ignited a primitive response deep in her soul. She’d go down, but she’d go down so hard she’d leave him scarred for the rest of his life—just as he did her. Swallowing down that grim reality, Hailey lowered her chin toward her own nipple.

  At least he let her control her own torment, and she liked it slow. With easy motions, she rolled her tongue over her throbbing flesh before sinking her lips down to give it the tug she needed. Losing herself to the moment, Hailey didn’t resist when his fingers curled around her wrist once again.

  Knowing what came next, she welcomed the moment. Right up until he pressed her finger down over her clit and the already over-worked bud detonated so strong it ripped out of her throat with a scream.

  Forgetting all about her breasts, not even capable of the concept of resisting, Hailey gave herself over to the chaos of the orgasm trying to rip through her body. It beat her hips at a steady pound against the fingers whipping over her clit, matching the second storm’s eye building over her nipple as Cole’s hand took over the task of driving her soul completely clear of her body.

  A scream echoed through the room, but it wasn’t hers. Not in that second. In the next, though, her cry pierced loud enough to pain even her ears. Cole punished her once again by leaving her so close that she could feel the climactic pulse already seeping through the walls of her pussy. They clenched painfully, demandingly. Before she could give voice to her commands her face hit the mattress.

  In one smooth move, Cole tumbled her forward onto her knees. Releasing her legs, he shoved her head all the way down so her back arched, leaving her ass high in the wind with her skirt flapping down her back. The voices coming from the television vibrated down around her.

  “Very nice, Vanessa, but why don’t you come on over here.”

  Her chin rose out of the sheets to lift her clouded gaze toward the screen. With every breath becoming that much more labored, she watched the blonde crawl up onto the lawyer’s desk. Ass up, head down, skirt rolled up like a belt, she presented him her pussy with legs spread wide—just like Hailey did Cole.

  That’s the image that burned through her mind, making her cunt shiver and pulse at the very idea that it lay open and exposed for Cole’s enjoyment. She didn’t have to wonder what he intended as she watched the lawyer spread the porno babe’s pussy lips wide with his fingers.

  “Let’s see what we have here.”

  The scream that tried to rip its way out of Hailey’s throat was too raw and brutal of a sound to actually resonate through the air as Cole’s fingers stroked over her intimate flesh. Like a branding iron, they left a trail of sparkling sensation that pierced her flesh with so much pleasure she jerked forward, trying to claw her way to freedom.

  “Oh, God, no.”

  It was too late. He’d already set her pussy on fire by dripping that damn sensitizing lotion all down the sensitive folds of her pussy. Panting out whines as her sex became a living, breathing thing of relentless pleasure, she tried again to pull her way over the edge of the bed.

  Cole held her steady with a ten-fingered grip on her hips. Those steel bands bit down into her skin until her ass dipped and the warm wash of his breath had her mewing out babbling pleas.

  “Oh, please, no. Cole, I can’t. I can’t take this.”

  “You know what I want.”

  Those dark words rumbled like thunder over her clit, making her breath catch as her whole body clenched under the impact. For all the power of the climax tempting her into doom, Hailey managed to hold on to one shred of dignity. She wouldn’t do it. She’d suffer any of the fates of hell that the Denier could dish out before she would do that.

  Not capable of the words needed to issue the challenge, Hailey delivered it by simply lowering down her pussy to the hungry mouth breathing against it. The scream she hadn’t been able to get out before came through clearly this time as Cole met her with a lick straight down her slit.

  The cry didn’t end until she ran out of breath as he unleashed a torrent of suckling, nipping, licking kisses all over her pussy. With no ability to draw breath in to fuel the sound of her soul being sheared from her body, she couldn’t stop her own savaging as she fucked herself against his mouth.

  Then he bit her ever so slightly with the barest scrape of his teeth, but the small pain shot through her drugged flesh like the sharp edges of a spear. Jerking free of his hold, her hips whipped upward as she finally managed to gulp in life-giving air.

  “Oh, God, Cole. You can’t do that. I can’t take that,” Hailey panted out as her head it the mattress again. Feeling washed over and wrung out. She could only pray he would put an end to this. She had reason to hope. Cole had retreated, but she only needed to lift her eyes to see what came next.

  The pop of the button on the lawyer’s slacks echoed behind her, just as the downward hiss of his zipper. The porn star’s meaty looking dick definitely matched the feel of Cole’s bulbous head as he rested his cock against the entrance of her pussy. Just as the man gripped Vanessa’s hips and stepped into her pussy, so did Cole slide slowly, deliciously, all the way home.

  Whimpering over the sweet sensation, Hailey’s head collapsed again. This was worth all the torment in the world. It had been so good that morning that she thought it had all been in her head, that her need and desperation had driven her to hallucinate. Maybe so. Maybe still, but what a dream it was.

  Thick, hard, the steady thump of his vein came to a complete stop. The way he leaned forward and slid his hands over her stomach and up to cup her breasts actually had her sighing. This time the barreling p
leasure was tempered by the soothing balm of being about to tighten down on something so wickedly strong.

  “So good, so thick, you feel wonderful.”

  Silently Hailey echoed that sentiment though she didn’t open her eyes to see if Vanessa had given herself over to the lusty pleasure of swaying up and down the cock impaling her. If not, Hailey would definitely recommend it. Hell, she couldn’t stop doing it, and as much as she ached for Cole to add his own momentum into the game, she savored every enchanting grind as she rotated her hips slowly.

  “You like that? And what about this, my pet?”

  The air caught in her throat as one of Cole’s hands traced back over her trembling stomach muscles to dip down between her legs. Tripping over itself as it restarted, her heart sent her lungs pounding out a whine as he rediscovered her clit. Her poor, tormented bud felt bruised by pleasure, stretched by the cock filling her pussy, and it still burned thanks to Cole’s gift. None of that deterred him from trapping her tender nub once again beneath the callused pad of his finger.

  “Oh, sir, I can’t take what you are doing to me!”

  Hailey couldn’t, either. Crying, she pumped her hips hard in both reaction to the intense pleasure his rolling touch sent reeling through her body and in desperate demand for him to get to the screwing she so desperately needed.

  “You are wild, my pet. I can see it will require a lot of work to get you properly trained, but for now we’ll start with begging. You want my fucking, then beg for it.”

  That’s just what Hailey did. “Please, Cole, just fuck me. I can’t take this anymore.”

  That had Cole stilling. “You know what I want.”

  Hailey growled at that, annoyed back into her resistance even as she knew starting back at the beginning would about kill her. “Fuck your wants, Cole. I know you can’t pull out of me, so why don’t you start acting like a man instead some childish kid playing games and fuck me.”

  That did it. Just as she silently bet it would. Cole lost it with a snarl. Bending over her like a beast in need, his chest slid to stick against her sweaty back as his arms came down in a cage of sinewy strength. He didn’t just fuck her, he rutted.