Page 70 of Game Over

After I was more than certain she’d be safe, I turned back around to her. God, seeing her body never got old. Every single inch and curve of her was fucking beautiful and addictive. The freckles that were splattered over every inch of her, mixed with her tattoos, were mouthwatering.

“Come here, sweetheart. Give me your hands.” I had the cable set above her head, and had two clips in the main spot so I could hook both cuffs to it. Thankfully, this machine was new enough that it had a swivel I could easily maneuver if I needed to. Hesitantly, she walked up and stretched her arms out to me. I gently grabbed both wrists and tugged her to me, and placed a kiss on her forehead. Slowly securing each cuff around her wrist first, giving her time to pull away or to say no. When she didn’t, I took one hand and lifted it above her head to hook it to the cable.

“You can stop me at any time, okay? Remember that. If you’re hurting or uncomfortable, tell me.” She nodded her head. “Words, Allie. I want your words, not just a nod. This is a non-negotiable.” I waited to continue with her other hand until she answered me. She rocked back and forth for a second, swallowing hard.

“I understand. Yes. I don’t want to stop, I promise, but if I do, I will tell you.”

“Good girl.” I took her other hand above her and hooked it into place. She tried to face forward completely, but even with the swivel, it made it difficult. She yanked on the cuffs, realization settling in that this was the most she’s been at my mercy. “Now you’re going to listen to everything I say, and not argue back. Understand?”

“I… I understand.” Her chest was heaving, and I could see her trying to rub her thighs together to ease the ache I’m sure was already building for her. I walked up behind her and ran my fingers lightly down her side and then her thigh, and then back up again, stopping at her waist.

“Bend over for me, sweetheart.” She struggled due to the cuffs, but was able to be bent enough for what I needed. “That's a good fucking girl,” I murmured in her ear and started to move my hand from her waist to her ass in slow, gentle circles.

“Spencer, please, give me something.” She couldn't see me, but I let a wicked grin spread across my face before SMACK. Her little yelp mixed with a moan she tried to hide was music to my ears. I gently rubbed the area I spanked to ease the pain.

“You’ve spent all day being a brat, Allie.” SMACK. “Constantly back-talking and giving me attitude over every little fucking thing. That’s not a very nice thing to do, is it?” I rubbed the spot some more and then leaned in close to her, peppering kisses along her neck and shoulder. She pressed back into my hand and let out a little breathy moan. “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, Allie baby.” I dipped my hand between her legs, and god, she was soaking wet already. I slowly pumped a finger in and out, giving her something, like she asked, but nothing near close enough for her to finish. She let out a frustrated whine and tried bucking against my hand. “Now, now, what did I say?”

“Please, Spencer, let me come, please. I promise I won’t be a brat anymore.” Adding a second finger, I slowly picked up my pace.

“We both know that’s a bald-faced lie, but that’s okay, because I like it when you’re a brat.” I withdrew my fingers and landed another loud SMACK in the same spot on her ass, earning me another yelp as she cried out that turned into a moan. Her creamy skin was cherry red with my handprint on display, and it was a sight I wanted to imprint on my mind forever.

Walking around back in front of her, I gently moved the swivel so she could lie back against the machine as much as possible. Her hazel eyes were more green than brown, and filled with lust as she watched me drop to my knees in front of her.

“Leg up, sweetheart.” She slowly lifted it, and I grabbed her ankle and laid it over my shoulder, and dived into her like I hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh god, Spencer. Oh—” She writhed against me, constantly shouting my name and trying to grind her hips against my face since she couldn’t grab my hair like she normally did. I kept changing the pressure and movement, bringing her close, but not letting her fall over that edge.

She was begging me at this point to let her come, but not yet. I wanted to draw this out as long as possible. I sucked hard on her clit, adding a third finger and curling my fingers up, hitting that spot I knew she loved. “Yes, yes, there, please don’t stop.” I stopped. That earned me a shriek, and daggers shot my way. Fuck she was even hotter when she was mad.

“On your knees, baby.” I reached up and grabbed the knob to adjust the cable, lowering it. It wasn’t exactly comfortable for her, and the way her arms sat pushed her tits together, which was fine with me. I’d have her walk around topless all the time if I could. I pulled my shorts down and stroked myself above her face, and she licked her lips greedily. “Open up for me, sweetheart, I’m about to fuck that sassy fucking mouth.”

Popping her mouth open, she stuck her tongue out, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair before shoving my cock to the back of her throat. I pulled out, giving her just a moment before I dove back in and used her like I said I would. She wanted to fire off at me with this fucking mouth, then she was getting the attitude fucked out of her. My pace was relentless, but I wasn’t going to let up. I fisted her hair tighter and used my thumb on the opposite hand to wipe the tear off her cheek.

That pleasurable tingle at the base of my spine started to build, and as much as I wanted to finish now, I wanted to be inside her more. Pulling myself from her mouth, causing a line of drool to fall on her chest and chin. I adjusted the cable again so it was about level with her belly button and helped her stand on shaky legs. Turning, I grabbed the bench that was a few feet away and dragged it over to us, positioning it so I could comfortably sit behind her and have her on my lap. I tossed my clothes haphazardly to the side and sat down, grabbing her hips and pulling her back to me.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Allie. You did so good for me.” Fisting my shaft and running it along her clit and her entrance, she whimpered and threw her head back. She was grinding herself against me, trying to create any friction she could. Lining myself up with her, I pulled her slowly down onto me, sinking into her fully. “God, I’ll never get used to how you feel.” Banding my arms around her stomach, I held her in place, wanting to last more than a few seconds.

“Spencer, oh god, you feel so good.” She started to move against my hold, rotating her hips. “Oh god, so fucking full.” Reaching around, I added pressure to her clit, rubbing in quick circles as she started to bounce up and down.

“Such a good girl taking what you want.” I nipped at her earlobe and then bit that sensitive spot in the curve of her neck. “Come on, baby, show me how much you want to come all over me.”

“Oh god, yes, yes, yes.” More words spewed from her mouth as she chased her high, and I praised her the entire time until her pace started to lose its steady rhythm. Grabbing both of her hips and slamming up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. I could feel I was close, and I wanted us to fall together.

“Such a dirty fucking girl, letting me do anything I wanted to you. Miss always needs to be in control, but gave it up for me. Now be my good girl and come all over this cock, sweetheart.”

“Spencer, GOD.” I could feel her tense around me, and seconds later, I was spilling into her. The waves crashed over us like a tsunami. It felt like it lasted forever as dots danced at the edge of my vision. I pulled her down closer onto me, so nothing dripped out, and rested my head against her back. After a second, I reached around and gently undid the cuffs around her wrist and rubbed them.

“How about we go take a shower, baby girl?” She sniffled slightly.

“Yeah, I’d like that, please.” She went to stand up, and her legs shook and almost gave out at the knee.

“Here, let me, sweetheart.” I scooped her up, and she lay her head against my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. I carried her into the master bathroom, grateful this cabin had been updated to have a shower to fit us both. Carefully sitting her down on the toilet, I padded back over to the shower to get the water started so it could heat up, and then left her alone to go if she needed to while I laid out some clothes for her. After I was done, I gently knocked on the door.

“Allie?” I didn’t want to walk in if she needed another moment to herself.

“You’re good, you can come in.” She sounded so tired. I made a mental note to check and see if anything could possibly be DoorDash’d, so she didn’t have to get out tonight.

“Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” I took her hand and helped her into the shower. She was steadier now, but she didn’t want to be away from me. “How’re you feeling? You okay?”