Page 25 of Brutal Game

He groaned.

A thrill fluttered in my bones. Maybe I had some power, after all.

Locating the foil packet with its serrated edges, I pulled it out of his pocket.

Magnum.Figured.

I held it out for him to take.

He shook his head, once to the right, once to the left. “No, you’re going to do the honors.”

“So not only am I being forced to have sex with you against my will, I have to play a role in my own destruction?”

He grinned, wide and sharklike, his teeth flashing in the dim room. It had gotten late; I hadn’t even realized. I’d been too swept up in Jack’s perversions.

“Now you’re getting it,” he said.

Without any idea of what else to do with it, or where else to put it, I lifted the condom packet to my mouth, biting my teeth down on it to keep it in place. That taken care of, I focused on my task at hand, lowering my hands to Jack’s waistband. I unbuttoned the top button of his jeans with jerky hands before gripping the zipper pull.

Jack put out a hand on mine to stop me. “Slow down, princess. Anticipation is the key to good sex. And,” hegrimaced, “I’d rather if you didn’t catch my cock in the zipper.”

“Wish I had thought of that,” I muttered. “Although with my luck, you have analgesia.” I was surprised by his low, husky laughter.

Jack looked as surprised by his response as I was. “You’re funny. And clever.”

“You know what that means?”

“The inability to feel pain.” He winked at me. “I’m more than a pretty face.”

Ugh.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. Slowly, I pulled his zipper down, revealing black boxer briefs, and the hard, thick outline of his cock. He inhaled, lifting his hips and helping me pull his jeans down before kicking them off and sending them to join my own clothes. Closing my eyes for one moment, just one moment, to center myself before what came next, I gently lifted the waistband of his boxers up and over his cock, revealing it as, once again, he lifted his hips and I pulled off the only remaining barrier between him, and me.

I stood before him, determined not to tremble but shaking regardless, eyes on his long, thick cock, which curved slightly to the left. He was circumcised, and even though his was only the second dick I’d ever seen, and the first I’d touched, it was so much better than Tom’s uncut, skinny dick.

But why was I thinking about my tormentor’s dick in positive terms?

Jack wrapped his big hand around his big cock and gave it a short, hard tug.

“Like what you see, princess? I guess I didn’t give you much time to peruse the other night. Well, look your fill,” heinvited. “But I’m going to play while you get better acquainted.”

He slipped his free hand between my thighs, gathering the wetness gathered there, dragging it up to my clit and circling, circling, circling. My whole body went tight and I gasped, writhing against his fingers, still captivated by the way he worked his cock with his other hand.

Slowly, he pushed one thick finger inside me, then two. He pushed them deep, curving them up in a come hither motion, and began rubbing them up against a part of me that had never been touched before. An unfamiliar sensation took over my body, demanding release. Over and over, pleasure spiraled inside of me, insistent and urgent with nowhere to go, until with a pop, it spilled over and with a shocked jerk and a cry, I came.

Everywhere.

The condom packet tumbled out of my mouth to the floor.

“Fuck, that was fast, princess. Feeling pretty needy, weren’t you? And it looks like you squirted all over the floor.” Jack watched me through slitted eyes. But as much as he tried to sound unaffected, I could hear how turned on he was through the growl in his voice.

I tried to slow down my heart rate and ignore the mess I made. I’d never, ever come like that before. I’d known it was possible, of course, but I hadn’t thought it would be possible forme.

“I’d tell you to lick it up, but I’m not that cruel,” Jack mused, before stroking his cock. “Pick up the condom and put it on me.”

I hesitated.

“Condom, Aviva. Or I knock over your house of cards.”

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