Page 89 of Ruthless Game

Before she could protest, I captured her lips in a kiss, rubbing my thumb over her clit. She jerked once, crying into my mouth as she orgasmed for the last time.

Fuck, I could barely hold on. Crawling up her body, I jerked my cock, painting her neck with so much pent up cum, it created a white collar over her red, flushed skin.

I’d give her a real pearl necklace one day, but for now, that would have to do.Scooping up some of my cum with my thumb, I held it up to her lips. “Open.”

Eyes glassy, she obeyed, and I fed it to her, cleaning her up that way. Once she’d licked up enough to make me happy, I unlocked the cuffs around her wrists, kissing and rubbing feeling back into them, then scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the bathroom. Although most of the cabin was pretty barebones, the owners hadn’t skimped when it came to the bathroom. There was a huge, walled-in shower, with a bench and multiple showerheads. If I were a real asshole, I’d use those to make Emma come again for me, but she’d had enough. Her head lolled on my shoulder, as she murmured nonsense, half asleep in my arms.

Turning on the water, I waited until it was warm enough for us, and stepped into the shower, still holding Emma. Placing her on the bench, I pumped out some shower gel, wrinkling my nose. It had been left by the hosts, and didn’t smell like her, but it would have to do. Lathering up a clean washcloth, I began to soap her skin gently, humming to her.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? You came so beautifully for me. Now, just rest, I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of everything. Thank you for giving yourself to me and being so vulnerable to me.”

She forced her eyes open.

“Fuck you, Max,” she mumbled.

Her words could’ve hurt, but the easy capitulation to calling me Max softened the blow. After all, I’d made her come so many times, I deserved it. As long as she called me Max, and acknowledged that we belonged to each other, she could swear at me as much as she wanted.

As long as she never told me she hated me, ever again.

I continued to wash her body, cleaning off any leftover cum, being careful not to hurt her already tender breasts, making my way down her body and massaging as I went, satisfied by the relieved groans she made. I washed her pussy, her thighs, even her ass, though she protested that a bit.

Once she was clean, I lifted her to standing and massaged shampoo into her hair.

“I know this isn’t the curly hair stuff you like, and I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’ll make sure to pack it next time we go on a little adventure.”

“You mean the next time you ‘involuntarily relocate’ me?” she snorted, but didn’t fight me, surrendering to my care.

Covering her eyes to avoid stinging them, I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, repeating the process again with shampoo, then spreading conditioner through her hair, gently working through the tangles, before rinsing that, too.

Emma seen to, I deposited her on the bench, washing my body and hair, too. My cock, inches from her face, began to thicken, needing her again, but I ignored it. She needed a break, and I was ready to lie in the big bed and hold her.

So I was momentarily shocked when she reached out a hand and stroked it, before taking it in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck. Emma, Starburst, you don’t have to.”

She popped off, only to say, “You’ve tortured me for weeks. It’s my turn.”

Curious where she wanted to take this, and not stupid enough to turn her down when she was finally the one initiating, I stood there, towering over her, as she wrapped her hand around my cock and lowered her mouth back onto it, licking and sucking the crown. She played for a while on the shallow end, peering up at me, stroking the base as I grew thicker, harder. My balls got heavy, because even though she was doing very little, being in her perfect, hot, wet mouth was enough to make me want to come.

Especially when she sucked me deeper, the head reaching the back of her throat.

“Ah, fuck, Emma, that’s so good, but I need you to move faster, baby. Hollow your cheeks and fuck me with your mouth.”

She did as I told her, and I felt everything in me wind tight. Even though I’d just come, fucking her with my fingers, tongue, and that toy had made me so desperate for her, I could come all over again in minutes. Embarrassing, but she didn’t seem upset about it.

“I’m about to come, gorgeous. Can you swallow every drop for me?”

She smiled around my cock, but popped it out of her mouth.

“Nah,” she said, imitating me. “I think it’s your turn for blue balls.”

“Emma,” I warned, but she was gobbling my cock back up in her mouth and bobbing her head over it, driving me close to shooting my cum down her throat.

And then she stopped again, licking the precum off the tip and humming, eyes fluttering shut.

Before I could complain, she dove back in, licking and sucking, stroking, winding me up⁠—

And then she stopped again.