Page 70 of The Laughing Game

“Stand there, Gideon,” he said, pointing to the foot of the bed.

Gideon obeyed, moving to stand before me, his cock beginning to deflate, still shiny with the remnants of his release.

Vihaal climbed onto the bed behind me and leaned close. He smelled of expensive bath products and a hint of citrus.

“Move your knees apart,” he said in my ear.

I closed my eyes and did as he asked, his power over me undeniable.

“Gideon, I want your cock hard again in a minute. I’ll have use for you soon enough.”

Electricity zinged along my nerves as Vihaal touched my lower back, right where the crack of my ass began.

I took a deep breath. I’d had women touch me just about everywhere, but none had gone further than a few benign tickles in that area. I wondered if they’d been holding back, out of fear of how I’d respond.

I knew Vihaal wasn’t going to do that.

He started to move his fingertips down into the cleft between my cheeks, and my breathing caught as anticipation gripped me.

“Oh, fuck, such a pretty little arse on you,” he said.

My eyes flashed open and I saw Gideon touching himself in front of us. I wanted to say something funny—make a joke—to defuse some of the tension. But I couldn’t think of anything.

“Such a shame no-one’s ever played with you here, before,” Vihaal said, the tip of his finger glancing over my hole. I gasped and forced myself to stay still as a thrill of pleasure went right through me.

“Steady…” Vihaal said, taking hold of my wrist. “Let me touch you in this soft and secret place. Please, Angel.”

“Y—yes, Vihaal,” I breathed, shuddering from the vulnerability of it. This place on my body that I had never touched or probed, even though I’d thought about doing so more than once. There was humiliation and fear, but also a rising conflagration of desire.

He touched me there again, and this time I pushed the shame away.

No, that’s not right.

I reveled in the shame. I let it flood me and engorge me even more. It was my offering to Vihaal.

“Such a pretty little hole,” Vihaal murmured, teasing me in that hidden place. “Look at him, Gideon. He loves it.”

“I knew he would, Vihaal,” Gideon gasped. He was teasing himself and half-hard already, watching me come apart in frontof him. Vihaal’s touch disappeared and the lid of the lube bottle snapped open. Then he resumed, his finger slick and cold, and I melted inside.

My lips parted and my eyes closed as spikes of pleasure traveled from his touch to my inner parts and up my standing cock.

“Push out, as if you’re trying to shit.”

“Fuck,” I said. “Oh fuck.”

I did what he’d told me, gasping as the tip of his finger went in. “Oh…Jesus…”

It was such a strange, intense sensation, but I didn’t hate it. I’d even say that I liked it.

“Feel good?” Vihaal asked, cupping my chin with his free hand and sliding the finger in my ass deeper.

A heartfelt whimper was all I could give him.

He tapped at my lip and I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue.

“Good boy.” Vihaal’s finger slid into my mouth as he skewered me at both ends, like a piece of meat on a spit.

I groaned and tried to breathe, my heart going like gangbusters. All I could do was stay still and take it, and that thought sent waves of heady lust through me.

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