PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (42 page)

I was all too eager
to supply it.

Pulling back, I sank
my teeth into her thigh, plunging a pair of strong, flexible fingers deep into
her body. With the advantages of this, I could easily reach her button of
pent-up nerves, the spot that craved sweet, provocative release.

Pushing her towards
climax, I continued to fuck her with my fingers, pleasing her budding clit with
a thumb all the while.

Even if I’d wanted,
my lips couldn’t stay off of her. I kept kissing her skin, planted
fluid-stained kisses along her thighs, her abdomen, even along her supple
breasts.

Balancing myself
above and against her, my fingers controlled her from beneath, drawing all of
her attention to fighting the pleasure.

As I lifted my gaze
from her amazing chest, I could see now how the bindings all but bit into her
wrists. She was moaning uncontrollably, her mind submerged deep within her
physical ecstasy.

I lowered my lips to
her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. My tongue lapped against it, playing with
the erect nub, and then I thought better of this and switched to the other. My
free hand lifted, squeezing the first breast, tweaking the nipple between my
thumb and my forefinger.

She gasped for
release.

“Please,” she finally
pleaded, “please stop teasing and just give it to me…”

“No,” I whispered in
her ear, drawing out her pleasure with my fingers now slowly, gradually drawing
in and out of her. “I need to bring you to the edge…and let you hover just
there…”

She cursed my name
furiously, stringing out a colorful array of expletives.

I wasn’t finished
with her just yet.

But I
was
ready to bring this to the next
level.

I removed myself from
her, gazing down upon her panting, restrained form, watching her rub her thighs
together and practically snarl.

“Hush,” I commanded,
placing a finger against her lips. “Settle down…I’m about to give you what you
want, but you’ll need to be a
good
girl
for me…can you do that?”

She nodded furiously.

“That’s what I want
to hear,” I whispered, leaning back up again. Loudly, I unbuckled my pants,
whipping off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. I even tossed my button-up
onto her bare body, just to emphasize what was coming.

But I had no
intentions of making her cum just yet, even with the entirety of me against
her.

No, our game was
going to go on…

Chapter 36

Angel

My body was experiencing
an absolute nirvana that I never, ever dreamt impossible. The way that he knew
just how best to tantalize me, to continuously push me to stark new heights…

I had long given up
on actually escaping my restraints by now. Trent, to my great surprise, had
quickly but adeptly improvised bindings that kept my wrists pinned down to the
arms of the patio chair.

Truth be told, I
wasn’t actually all that eager to get out of them…that was, up until the
endless torture of his teasing.

Oh god, his fucking
teasing.

It was driving me
insane.

All I wanted to do
was feeling his deep, animalistic penetration. I craved the touch of his huge
cock deep inside me, the thrusting of his magnificent girth to stretch me to my
limits.

With the blindfold of
my shredded shirt still blinding my sight, I had been drowned in blackness from
the start. My senses were on maximum overload, puckering for his definitive
pressure and the intensity of his loving attention.

That’s why, when I
finally felt the tip of his bulbous crown gently parting my lips down below, I
felt an overwhelming
need
to be
completely and utterly dominated by him.

But wait.

No.

No, don’t you fucking do this to me.

Instead of pushing
the crown deep into me, he was merely toying with me further. I could feel it
push apart my lips, sliding along the nerve endings outside, but never
thrusting inward.

Goddammit.

He’s STILL TEASING ME.

Furiously, I fought
against the restraints again, but they were so tight. I couldn’t get any
leverage to even
begin
to free my
wrists.

Instead, I had to lie
there and accept my fate.

I mean, there
are
worse fates.

But this? This was
absolute torture.

…Torture of the most
satisfying kind.

“Are you ready for
me?” He whispered, pausing his diabolical teasing for just a moment as I caught
my breath.

Biting my lower lip
flirtatiously but needfully, I nodded enthusiastically to him.

“Good,” he murmured, but his tone…

Something was off.

Only then did I
realize the mistake.

He
wanted
me to stay enthusiastic.

But would it change
his behavior?

Would he finally fit
himself inside me?

His satisfied groan
as he resumed teasing the lining of my drenched, sopping pussy told me that
no, it didn’t change a goddamn thing.

UGH.

GOD.

DAMN.

IT.

ALL.

TO.

HELL.

“If you don’t fuck me
now, I swear to all that is out there that I will make you
absolutely regret this
,” I cursed him.

“You sound like you
mean that,” he chuckled.

“Look. Me. In. The.
Eyes.”

“I can’t…got a little
something in the way,” he laughed cockily as he continued teasing my body.

“
Ohhhh…you are going to feel my wrath,
” I started giggling madly. “I
am going to rip you to pieces when I’m free from these!”

For emphasis, I
tugged violently at the bindings.

“I’m sure you are,”
he whispered, “but I need to believe that you’ll never run off like that again.
And the only way to be sure is to condition you…through a marathon of
mind-breaking teasing. Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Trent, I am
never
going to run again,” I pleaded
desperately. “Never. Ever.”

“It’s you and me,” he
told me.

“That’s right. You
and me.”

“Forever?”

“
Forever
.”

I didn’t even realize
what I was saying until after I’d spoken the words, but I gasped with
understanding.

Did he mean that?

Did he want me to stay forever?

I didn’t have time to
dwell on this, because suddenly, his cock slammed
hard
into me.

My body was driven
over the edge as he began furiously fucking me, his weight pushing down over
me.

He was fiddling with
something briefly to the side, and then the back to my chair collapsed down.

With a slight, padded
thud, I realized that I was on my back, my bindings still securing me in place,
and he was pushing down on top of me. His majestic, furious cock was
penetrating me, over and over, again and again…

And I almost
immediately came harder than I thought was humanly possible.

My brain practically
whited out in complete, ethereal bliss as the punishing string of climaxes
robbed me of all rational thought. The intense collective release left a
tremendous ache all across my body. It was only as I began regaining my senses
that I realized my tension had loosened my bindings.

Within an instant,
I’d ripped my wrists free and thrown myself up from him, tearing the blindfold
from my eyes.

As I glared down at
Trent, sitting up to face me, his surprise fell way to what was
almost
fear.

“You look
pissed
,” he stammered out.

With a snarl, I
descended, shoving him onto his back on the unfolded patio chair, where I had
just been lying.

“MY TURN,” I
furiously told him.

Grabbing his long
cock with my hand, I lowered myself down onto it.

“You’ve been in control all this time…”

I moaned hungrily,
feeling the overwhelming power of his cock slipping deep inside me. With a deep
gasp, I struggled to keep my mind clear.

“…And now,
I’m
in control. Because you and I… We
are partners now.
Equals.
”

Trent’s lip curled,
but he didn’t contest this.

I lowered myself down
hard
onto his cock, and we both
shuddered together with pleasure.

“And that means, from
now on…we’re on the same page, you and I…”

I thrust down again.

“No secrets…”

And again.

“No fears…”

And again.

“No running away.”

Trent’s fingertips
dug deep into my skin as he threw his head back in ecstasy. I don’t think he
remembered what it was like to relinquish even a
tiny
bit of control.

“You and me, Angel,”
he whispered seductively. “You and me against the fucking world.”

“That’s right,” I
murmured, leaning forward to grasp onto his shoulders. I rolled my hips into
his, and he thrust up to meet my movements. “You and I are a
team
. And from this point on… I won’t
run, and you won’t control. We’ll be a force to be reckoned with.”

“You’re goddamn
right,” he smiled.

I leant down, sealing
the promise with a kiss. It wasn’t a hungry, lustful kiss between us – but that
doesn’t mean it was any less passionate than any other kiss we’d ever had.

As we pulled away, we
were in a different world together.

We were unified.

We were one.

We were together, in
body and mind.

“Are you ready for
this?” I whispered.

“Show me what you’ve
got,” he grinned cockily.

I rolled my hips down
against his again, harder than ever, and he practically let loose in the
instant.

“For the rest of
tonight, I’m calling the shots,” I told him. “And you’re going to be okay with
that.”

“I already am.”

“Good,” I cooed,
rocking against his body.

And for the rest of
the night, we didn’t fuck. We weren’t at it like hungry, ravenous teenagers,
sloppily banging with complete, animalistic abandon.

Instead…

We made wild,
passionate, furious love.

And it was the
second-best night of my life.

As for the
best
night…