Page 118 of The Laughing Game

Fuck, can’t he see that I’m riveted?

I struggled as he approached. What would he do? I tried to get away, even though I knew it was useless and I didn’t want saving.

The shame was there, but it was a decadent and daring treat, swirling in my belly like a fish that had escaped its tiny pond, and could thrash and leap with a strange kind of glory.

“Are you paying attention?” Vihaal asked, in that growly Dom voice he used in this room, and sometimes other places.

He wrapped his slick fingers around my cock and stroked me, hard and fast, while I made helpless noises. He could have brought me off that moment if he’d kept going, but he didn’t. Just as I started to think he meant to get me there, he let go and I was left hanging, in mid-air, as misery choked me.

“Please,” I moaned.

And Vihaal laughed.

“It’s too soon. And I want you to watch what I’m going to do next. Because soon it will be your turn.”

My eyes widened.My turn for what?I gaped at the metal hook in Gideon’s body.

“Not with the hook, don’t worry. I’m saving that for some unspecified date in the future, when you beg me for it.”

And I would, I was sure of it.

“You’re going to help me fill that slut with spunk,” Vihaal muttered.

Gideon made a strangled sound as my ears started to ring.

“Settle down,” Vihaal said to Gideon.

He came back to me and stroked my cheek. “I’m going to fuck him with the hook inside him. Then I’m going to fill him up, and thenyou’regoing to do it. And then…then I might let Gideon come. I haven’t decided yet.”

He gazed into my eyes, still stroking my cheek with his gloved hand.

“Can you fuck Gideon that way? Hmm? Do you think you can do that for me? He’s been such agood boy.”

Fuck yes, I can. I nodded. “Yes, Vihaal.”

He slapped my cheek gently, enough to startle me, and gave me a smug look. “Figured you could. You’re such a people pleaser. And I love it when you want to pleasemein particular.”

“I do want to please you, Vihaal. So much.”

“I know. Watch now, because when doing this sort of thing, one has to be very careful and gentle. We don’t want to hurt Gideon, do we?”

“No, Vihaal.”

“All right. Then watch.”

I did. I saw Vihaal ease his cock into Gideon alongside the metal of the hook. I watched Gideon’s frantic eyes go side to side above the gag, and his breathing stutter, and his cheeks flush.

When he was well seated, Vihaal met my gaze. “So warm. So tight. So perfect.”

He made short, slow thrusts, and Gideon groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. More fluid pushed out of his captured cock and strung from the bars of the cage in gossamer threads.

“You all right, my sweet?” Vihaal asked, making soothing motions on Gideon’s hip with his thumb.

Gideon nodded frantically.

“Fuck, yes, you are. You’re fucking incredible,” Vihaal said, keeping up his shallow thrusts. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel amazing. Am I making the ball move, Deo? Is it rocking inside you?”

Gideon gasped and nodded.

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