Page 88 of Ruthless Game

But I couldn’t. As long as I held out, I could keep my heart safe from him. Giving in meant giving up, meant everything that made up Emma Schwartz would become David Max Lawson’s.

And I couldn’t let that happen.

“No?” he asked. “That’s too bad. Guess I’ll have to resort to upping the ante.”

And with that, he turned the wand on, and it began to buzz.

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Fuck, I was conflicted.

On one hand, I’d never experienced anything so dick-thickeningly-hot than watching and feeling and hearing and tasting and goddamn fucking smelling Emma come. I hadn’t been lying: edging her had been fun as fuck, and made me feel powerful, and close to her as I held her orgasm dangling from my fingers and just out of reach. But making her come? Good fucking god, that shit was addictive. I couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to the wand I held in my hand. My cock was hard, heavy, and needed inside her, somewhere, anywhere.

On the other hand, I wanted her to say my name with tenderness, not loathing. Fuck that, I wanted her to say it with love and adoration in her voice. Instead, I was fighting for my life here, getting her to even acknowledge that I mattered to her.

I knew it was my fault. I’d fucked up, over and over, to the point that most guys would have thrown in the towel. I wasn’t going to, of course. But I didn’t know how to reach her in ways that didn’t include physical pleasure. I wasn’t angry at her anymore for cheating on me—seeing her at the bottom of the pool had washed away anything left that even hinted at resentment. But I wasn’t sure she’d believe me if I told her that, that I really wanted to move on.

Thus, the kidnapping.

Thus, the chains.

Thus, the forced, relentless orgasms, until I broke through those walls she’d erected to protect herself from me. Emma wasn’t the type of woman who could be bought with gifts, or pretty words. Actions mattered, and so I was taking action.

Putting it on a medium setting, I sat next to her, prying her thighs back open, and held the wand to her clit. She immediately bowed her back, presenting her pretty, swollen nipples for my mouth. Bending my head, I sucked and loved on her tits while she squirmed beneath me, trying to get away from the buzzing vibrations. It only took like, half a minute before she was coming again, soaking the head of the wand. The room smelled like sex and desperately reluctant desire, and I wanted to bathe in that scent, until I could taste it. Hopeful, I turned off the Hitachi.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said, automatically, voice hoarse from screaming her orgasms for so long.

“Say, ‘I’m yours, Max.’”

She shook her head.

My stomach dropped.

What would it take?

Turning it back on, I dialed up the intensity and speed, before placing it back on her clit, trying to ignore my own desperate cock as she pleaded with me to stop, coming again.

Still, she wouldn’t say the three little letters I needed from her.

So I made her come again.

And again.

And again.

“No, please, please, no more, please, please, no more …”

I just stared down at her. She knew what she needed to do.

“Fine.” she whispered, her voice broken. “I’m yours, Max. I’ve only and ever only been yours. Max, Max, Max, Max, don’t you get it? You’re mine, too.”

Oh, thank fuck. The words settled the roiling dread inside me, sliding into my heart and making a home there.

“I know, Starburst,” I said, leaning down and pressing the gentlest, tenderest of kisses to her forehead. “I am yours. I’m your Max. And I love you. One more for me, okay?”