Page 86 of Ruthless Game

He followed his words with action, kissing my mouth, soft at first, then insistent, until, on a moan, I opened for him. He tangled his tongue with mine, and I tasted minty toothpaste and his mouth: deep, warm, and utterly him. Continuing on, he kissed and sucked on my neck where collarbone met shoulder, an incredibly sensitive spot that made me writhe under him. Humming against my skin, he kissed lower, between my breasts, then around them, sucking hickeys on the underside, before kissing his way back up to my nipples. Tweaking the left in his hand, he tongued the right, licking it in circle after circle, slow and confident as it rose and tightened into a painful point.

And then, he bit it. Gently at first, then harder, the sharp sting singing straight down my body to my clit. I gasped, whimpered, and he laughed around my nipple, the sound vibrating through my skin down to my bones.

He repeated the whole process on the left side, and everything in me tightened, as I shockingly approached what felt like the edge of an orgasm.

He lifted his head, his eyes so dark they were nearly black.

“Are you about to come, Angel?”

Oh, god. I was.

“Please, Lawson. Please don’t⁠—”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m not going to stop. I promised you orgasms, didn’t I? So many for my good girl, and it’s going to feel so good and hurt so bad. Starting with this.”

He sucked my left nipple into his mouth, hard, licking it and biting down, over and over, tweaking my right one, the sensitivity and mix of sharp pain and shocking pleasure making everything go ramrod straight in my body as I tripped over an orgasm and fell into a deep, dark abyss. My body bucked underneath him, and he groaned.

He’d never made me come before. It was so glorious I wanted to cry.

“Fuck, I should’ve made you come weeks ago,” he said, as I lay there, still twitching. “You’re so sensitive I didn’t even have to touch your pussy and you came. Just my words and your nipples. You must have been hurting horribly every time I touched you but didn’t let you finish, weren’t you? Poor girl. Poor baby. Don’t worry, I’m gonna make it all better. I thought it was good when I tortured you, I didn’t know how fucking hot you would sound when you finally came. But don’t worry, there’s more where that came from.”

As I slowly settled, he released my breasts, kissing his way down my sternum, biting and sucking like he’d promised, licking into my belly button and making me twitch from the way it tickled. When he reached my hips, he paused, kissing and biting both, digging his teeth in so deep, I yelped.

“Oh, yes, where was I?” he murmured. “Next, I’m going to kiss and lick my way down your thighs, your calves, your ankles, stroking them as I go, making you soft, but avoiding that sweet pussy, because I’m saving the best for last.”

He’d become a man of action, because he did exactly as he said, rising up off my hips and planting himself lower on the bed as he kissed.

Sucked.

Bit.

I’d have bruises all over my thighs, around and behind my knees, on my calves. My body, no longer under my control, tried to kick him away from the intensity of the pressure, but he gripped my ankles in his hands and did what he wanted with them. With me.

“Close again, Starburst?” he murmured.

I moaned something garbled, pulling at my chains, and the confirmation that I wasn’t going anywhere made me so wet, I soaked the bed underneath me.

“Fuck.” Lawson’s growl was a low, beastly sound. “I can fucking smell you. I can’t wait to taste you. You’re going to ride my mustache like a good girl.”

“Oh, god,” I whimpered. I was so hot, I was sweating.

“Oh, Max,” he corrected. “There’s no god here to save you.”

I bit my lip, unwilling to be that vulnerable, to give over to the intimacy of saying his name.

He sighed. “We’ll get you there. I’ll make you come a thousand times in a row, if I have to.” He perked up. “Which sounds pretty amazing for me. Might be less fun for you. But where was I? Oh, right. I’m going to kiss and suck my way back up, until I’ve left indents all over your inner thighs, especially where they meet your pussy. But I won’t lick you yet, much as I want to. No, I’m going to give my fingers a chance to play. Tease your clit and your pretty little hole, and shove my fingers in there deep, so I can feel you pulse around me when you come again.”

He seemed intent on proving he was a man of his word, because he followed the same trail he’d taken down back up, like he wanted to keep his path clean. Wrenching my thighs wide, he bit and sucked, so close but too far for it to give me what I craved. Sticking his nose in my pussy, he inhaled deep.

“Fuck, you smell so sweet and so raw. No wonder I call you Starburst: you have the same sugary, sharp tang. Let’s see if I can make you wetter.”

Licking his index and middle finger, he started to stroke my clit in easy little circles that got harder and faster as I moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

And then he slapped my clit hard with his fingers, sending a burn of pleasure and pain so intense through my body, I came again with a cry.