Page 71 of The Laughing Game

My heart was going to fly out of my chest it was beating so hard. My cock was a rod of desire and I didn’t know what to do with these feelings. I pulled at my bindings and whimpered again.

“You’re so lovely and soft. You’re doing so well,” Vihaal murmured, his breath hot on my ear.

He circled my torso with his arm and held me tight. His erection nudged my back with a hot pressure and his tongue traced the shell of my ear. “So fucking hot. You are precious. And you are mine.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” I said, my words garbled by his finger, a breathless testament to how I felt in that moment. I was. I belonged to both of them.

He slipped his finger from my mouth but pushed the other one so deep I yelped. Then he twisted it and nudged a spot inside me that felt so good I almost cried. My cock surged and pleasure coiled in my balls. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as his other hand slipped over my belly and his fingers closed around the base of my cock, angling it forward.

“All right, Gideon. I want you sucking this fine example of a cock while I play with a nipple.”

I made a sound that came out like a sob, and my breath hitched. I was done for. I prayed that Vihaal wouldn’t demand that I hold off because I wouldn’t be able to.

“I—” I stuttered. “I’ll come!”

Vihaal chuckled and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. “I know. Whenever you’re ready.”

I caught a glimpse of Gideon parting his lips and leaning forward, but closed my eyes before I felt the warmth around my cock.

This wasn’t real. Having two men to pleasure me with such thoughtfulness and care, was a fantasy and a dream.

Gideon’s tongue teased the weeping head of my cock, and Vihaal’s body was solid behind me, his breath in my ear, and his fingers drifting up my abdomen leaving actual goosebumps before they closed on my nipple.

Gideon swallowed around me and I choked on air as waves of intense pleasure took me over. Vihaal’s words echoed somewhere outside of me as my body spasmed in his grasp. “So sweet. So sexy. So delicious.”

The noises I made were obscene and too loud. Gideon growled around my cock. He kept on devouring me, even as I came. I must have unloaded gallons into his throat. I had the presenceof mind to open my eyes, to see him there, his forehead creased with effort and concentration, eyes closed, and hands gripping my thighs.

Vihaal’s cock pulsed against my lower back, as he pinched my nipple, hard.

“Oh, honey. You’re done for.” Vihaal whispered. My orgasm continued and I gave a helpless shout, Vihaal’s tight hold the only thing keeping me steady.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Good boy,” he whispered in my ear. “Good boy.”

Gideon climbed up on the mattress and leaned in, covering my mouth with his, sharing what was left of my release. Then Vihaal took his chin and kissed him over my shoulder, with so much passion I felt it radiating against me.

Chapter Fifteen

Vihaal untied my wrists and I brought my arms forward, rubbing the skin where the ropes had been. Gideon was back on his knees, his cock still hard and his chest moving with his breaths, as he fixed his gaze on the floor.

“Has anyone ever bound your wrists before, Angel?” Vihaal asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

Vihaal seemed surprised. “Blindfolded you?”

“Uh. Nope.”

Vihaal made a shocked face. “Where on Earth were you finding these women?”

I shrugged. “Mostly at clubs. Bars.”

“Ah. Still, it’s a little strange that none of them wanted to experiment with bondage or sensory deprivation.”

“Isn’t it the other way around, though? Normally?”

“You mean, doesn’t the man usually tie up the woman? Not in my circles, but perhaps in the straight world. Did you ever?”

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