Page 64 of Ruthless Game

I laughed as I sauntered toward her, making her back toward the door. “Those fuckers have been through this before with Jack and Isaac. They won’t lift a hand to help you.”

Grabbing her by the waist, I dragged her, kicking and biting, back toward the foot of the bed, locking cuffs around her wrists, before pulling the chains taut so she was forced to bend over the crumpled sheets, MAX displayed for me to see. Seeing her like that, trapped, mine, made my cock so hard and heavy, it entered its own weight class. Picking up the spreader bar, I cuffed it around her ankles and spread it—and her legs—wide.

“Lawson—what are you doing?” The brat sounded appropriately anxious.

“Not so confident now, are we?” I tsked as I ran a hand down her spine over the A in Max, stopping at her ass and giving it a hard smack.

Emma jumped.

I couldn’t do what I wanted with her dressed the way she was, so I tugged her leggings down until they pooled at her ankles over the spreader bar. Her panties I ripped down the middle.

“I—” she gasped, “—liked those.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred new pairs of them,” I said easily, shoving her panties in my pocket. They were my new good luck charm. “Now, you mentioned my teammates, and since I’d rather those fuckers not hear you begging, I’m going to have to gag you. Luckily, I have just the thing.”

Coming around the side of the bed, I opened the nightstand and pulled out the gag. It would effectively shut her up, with the added benefit of training her to deep throat better, since the cock was long and thick enough to go that deep—without completely blocking her airway. And the fact that it was modeled after my cock? Well, it made the caveman in me roar, and my actual cock even harder.

As soon as she saw it, she started shaking her head back and forth. “Lawson, I was kidding about making me. This isn’t necessary.”

“Necessary, she says,” I hummed. “Tell you what. Call me Max, and I won’t use this on you—I can gag you with your wet panties instead.”

“That’s not much of an option.”

“Clock’s ticking, Emma. I have practice soon, and you aren’t getting out of this. What’s it going to be?”

She shook her head, and I tried to pretend her refusal to call me Max didn’t tear at my insides, leaving bleeding wounds behind.

“Open wide,” I said, and, since I knew she wouldn’t, I gripped her cheeks and forced her mouth open, immediately sliding the dick gag into her mouth.

“Feel familiar? You should recognize the ridges.”

She tried to say something, but it only came out as a wet mumble. Perfect. Fuck. Fucking perfect.

“I’m gonna go slow so you get used to it,” I told her. “I can be nice.”

But slow didn’t mean stopping, and as I stared into her eyes, watching as fear warred with desire, I pushed the gag deeper until it was in her throat. Buckling the straps around her head, I gazed at her.

“You’re beautiful like this, Emma,” I murmured. “Cuffed and chained to my bed, in my jersey with the name only you call me on your back. Bare, wet pussy, unable to fight me, unable to even scream, just deepthroat a replica of my cock.” I winked at her. “I had it made specifically for you before I left for Oxford. Figured it might come in handy.” Stroking her face, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, already glistening with sweat.

Checking my watch, I added, “We don’t have much time, so let’s get to it.”

Going back around to the foot of the bed, I lifted the jersey over her ass and layered it with slaps, spanking her until her skin turned pink and her pussy glistened. Bending down, I readjusted the spreader bar so she couldn’t move, but her thighs would be tight around my cock. Then, untying my own sweatpants and shoving them down, I grabbed my cock and slid it between her tight thighs, so it rested against her bare pussy.

Sparks immediately shot up my spine, especially when Emma’s pussy got even wetter. She tried to say something, but the words were muffled by … well, by my dick.

“I’m not going to fuck you today, but you can bet that one time I’ll fuck you with that in your mouth. It’s the closest you’ll ever come to being spitroasted,” I growled, because the feeling of her hot, thick thighs gripping my cock on both sides was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced so far in my life. Without warning her, I started thrusting between her thighs, tunneling back and forth, my eyes on the letters on her back.

“This isn’t going to take long, so let’s get you there, too,” I said.

“Mmffmmmfff?” she tried to ask.

“No, of course I’m not going to actually make you come, Angel. What would be the point of leaving you satisfied? No, I want you desperate and horny during the game, and we can revisit after.”

Picking up speed, I began to play with her pussy, my thumb thrumming her clit like a guitar string. She writhed underneath me, muffled moans making me even hotter. Only a few more thrusts, and I would come. Picking up speed and pressure with my thumb, I reveled in how her pussy soaked my cock and her inner thighs, making my movements smoother as her thighs tightened around me, her body going frozen solid—the sign she was mere centimeters from tipping over the edge.

“You’re fucking mine, Emma Schwartz,” I groaned as I stopped playing with her pussy.

She began to shriek, or tried to, undone by her own rage and need. That was all I needed, and, desperate to come myself, I pulled out from her thighs, lifting the jersey up to bare her back with one hand as I jerked my cock with the other.