Page 35 of The Laughing Game

Beyond that, it seemed a piece of kinky jewelry that enhanced Gideon’s beauty and mystery, and the bold nature of his sexuality.

Vihaal cupped Gideon’s cock in its metal trap.

“What a pretty little cock, my Deo. My captive pet.” Vihaal glanced at me before leaning forward and kissing Gideon sweetly on the lips.

Gideon whimpered and opened his mouth to receive Vihaal’s tongue.

My cock throbbed at the sight.

I shifted in the chair. Sitting straight and still was an exercise in obedience and I wouldn’t pretend otherwise. I wanted to change position. Ireallywanted to flip the chair around again and straddle it, because that would be the most comfortable way to watch. But that might mean the end of all of this, and I didn’t want to risk it. Plus, I had no idea what Vihaal might do if I so blatantly disobeyed him. A tiny part of me wanted to find out,but a larger, more sensible part of me, told me not to push his boundaries just yet.

As Vihaal worshipped Gideon’s mouth and kissed his cheek and the shell of his ear, Gideon glanced over.

I inhaled sharply as a wave of arousal hit me so hard I thought I might come. Already. After being in this room for ten minutes.

Gideon’s lips moved. Vihaal nodded and gave a soft laugh.

“Turn around,” he said, and it wasn’t to me.

Gideon spun around.

“Bend over.”

As Gideon folded himself smoothly at the waist, his hands braced against his knees, a flat black piece of rubber became visible between his ass cheeks.

“My good boy,” Vihaal crooned, flicking a finger against it.

Gideon moaned, and I felt an answering surge of desire.

I knew what a butt plug was.

Had Gideon been wearing it when he was in my bedroom, and in the car, and all the time we were in the gaming parlor? The thought gave me an illicit thrill.

As I looked on, fingers digging into my thighs, Vihaal grasped the flange of the plug and tugged. Gideon uttered a delicious whimper, his thigh muscles trembling as more and more of the black rubber object appeared, shiny with lubrication. He gasped as the plug slipped out completely.

I barely kept myself from making a noise and had to concentrate to regulate my breathing.

Vihaal teased the pointy tip against Gideon’s hole—also shiny and wet—and pushed the plug back in. Vihaal lifted his hand and slapped Gideon’s ass on one side, then the other. Then he spanked him hard, side-to-side, with a quicker rhythm, until Gideon groaned from the pain of it and Vihaal stopped.

“Vihaal?” I asked, my voice husky.

“Yes, Angel? Make it quick, please, I’m a little busy.”

“Please let me take my cock out,” I blurted.

Vihaal stared at me as if I’d committed a terrible faux pas. But then his expression softened.

“If you must.”

“Thank you, Vihaal,” I said as my fingers went to the button at the top of my fly.

“You don’t get to come until I say so.”

I knew there’d be a catch.

“Yes, Vihaal,” I said, unbuttoning and unzipping.

“I’ll join you.” He held my gaze as his fingers went to his fly. He reached into his pants and pulled out his cock and I got a first look at Vihaal’s equipment.

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