“True. I think he lives right here in Toussaint. How is it that the game feels so fucking real?”
That had crossed my mind many times, but I’ve always thought it was an absurd thought. Suddenly, Princess Shirajumped off a cliff. “Hello? You just killed yourself, meet me back at the oak tree,” I said in the mic.
“Uh, I- I have to go. I will get back to you,” she muttered. Seconds later, she had exited the game.
I went to see if my new online friend was still on, but he wasn’t. It had only been a good twenty-five minutes of feeling like I had someone, and now I was back to feeling lonely. I tossed my headphones on my desk and decided to call it a night. I grabbed my phone and headed to my room and settled into bed. Lying there, I gazed at my favorite stuffed animal, which always felt comforting and full of happy memories. However, I had a lot on my mind, and it wasn’t doing anything. I tossed and turned because the thought of Braylen kept popping into my head. I tried my best not to think about him, but the more I fought it, the more he appeared.
PRESS PLAY
As soon as I found a comfortable position, I heard a thump from beyond the door. I leapt out of bed, eyes fixed on the dark hallway.I should have shut my door.As I tried to do so, I heard another thump. I hurried over to the door, but just as I was about to close it, a pair of hands emerged from the dark hall and covered my mouth, turning my back to face them. My eyes bounced over my dark room, thinking of anything I could use to hit them with. Panic simmered in me because this couldn’t be happening to me.Did I not lock my front door?How the fuck did they get it?Maybe it was Tyrek trying to play a joke.So many thoughts were running through my mind. Until the voice that invaded my ear sent a feeling through me that only one person could do. “No screaming, no talking unless Isay so, no questions, and lastly, you cannot look at me. Do you understand?” he growled.
My head went up and down slowly. I thought he would release my mouth, but he didn’t. Part of me was afraid, yet the other part was fascinated.Was this the moment Pyran met the beast?The way his tongue flicked at my earlobe made my stomach flutter. Out of all the dreams I’ve had about him and me, this wasn’t one of them.
The tight grip around my mouth slowly loosened. “This is my game. You only have two options. You can either submit or reject my offer. Which will it be?” he asked as he removed his hand from my mouth and wrapped it around my stomach and pulled my back to his chest.
I realized that playing this game would only intensify my emotions, but allowing him to leave would be a regret I'd carry with me forever. It had been three years of imagining what it would be like, and this was my only chance, so I opened my mouth and answered. “I submit,” I said barely above a whisper.
“Let’s play. I want you to lie on the bed on your stomach. Remember, no screaming, no questions, all you have to do is take this dick, do you understand?”
I nodded as I strutted toward the bed without looking back. I did as he asked and lay on my stomach. I heard his footsteps getting closer. The closer he got to me, the more my pussy anticipated what was next. The sensation of him applying pressure to the bed let me know he was now looming over me.
His hand scratched my thigh, causing my mouth to open wide, but no sound came out it. As his fingertips reached the hem of the shirt, it gradually lifted, allowing a breeze to sweep past my ass. His knees pushed my legs apart. His eager growls, similar to a beast's roar, echoed in my head.
I needed to see him. I wanted to look into his eyes so he would understand how much what we were about to do meant to me. But as I lifted my head, his voice reached my ear, and his forehead pressed my head further into the pillow. “Aht, aht. You look when I say you look.”
That’s when I felt his dick slide up and down my ass. My legs quivered, and my pussy thumped. He entered my center so fucking slow that every inch he served me drove me insane. My head swiveled into the pillow as the strokes he gave were with pure intention. He hiked my leg up, opening me wider. The only rule of the game was silence, which made this moment even more heightened. The way Braylen and I were fucking, our bodies were so in sync. I could tell we’d both yearned for each other the same way.
I slightly arched my hips to match his rhythm, stretching out my arms and gripping the sheets. He placed his hand on mine as his thrusts pushed my body forward. He then guided my hand from the sheets into his locs. I held on so tightly that I pulled his face closer to mine. Our mouths were only inches away from each other, but the only thing that came out was heavy breaths.
Suddenly, he lifted, and everything changed. He pushed my legs upward, sending my ass into the air, and that was it. “Mm, grrr,” a deep rumble and growl came from him.
With my mouth already open, I belted a moan. “Ah, oh my gawd!”
Smack! Scratch!
“Ah!”
“Mmm,” he grumbled.
Smack! Scratch!
His hand gripped my waist tightly, almost digging into my skin. His thighs slapped against my ass, but his hips were doingsomething different. It was as if he held a beat in his head and was moving to it.
Swivel, thrust. Swivel, thrust. Swivel, thrust.
The sound of his palm slapping against the side of my ass filled the room, but the feeling sent my head back. Right then, I caught a glimpse of him. His eyes were dark, his locs swung, and what did it was the sinister smirk on his face. Braylen leaned in and ran his tongue down my face, then kissed my nose. “Shh.”
My eyes slowly closed as I got lost in it all.
Swivel, thrust. Swivel, thrust. Swivel, thrust.
I bit my lip, my eyes fluttered, my pussy tingled, and his grip tightened. My legs shook, his body jolted, and we both ended the game as winners. I lay there in pure heaven. A yawn fell from my lips as my eyes began to feel heavy. I could see his shadowy figure move, but I was too tired to lift my head. I thought by morning we would be curled up together, but when I saw him leave the room, I knew that wouldn’t happen. This man fucked me and left. The first time, I gave him a pass. This time it was on me, but there wouldn’t be a third time. He thought he was the master of playing games, but I was an expert at fucking crashing out.
MORGAN
Paige kept my mind occupied for a couple of minutes, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Kareem and all the calls and texts he hadn’t yet responded to. The sound of someone at my door startled me, and I was distracted from the game. I got up from my couch, hurrying to the door, hoping that when I swung it open, it would be Kareem. However, it wasn’t.
“Daddy?” I said as he had the look of fear in his eyes.
