Page 13 of Brutal Game

Her eyes were filled with helpless rage.

Cock in one hand, I pinched her nose closed with the other. As I’d expected, her mouth popped open, and I took the opportunity to slide in deep.

“No teeth,” I warned. “Or I’m ripping that shirt off your body, taking photos, and posting them on every social media site I can think of. Now, suck like a good girl.”

She hesitated, like she was considering fighting me again.

“All over social media,” I warned. “I’ll send it to your family, too.”

That must have done it. Staring up at me, eyes wet, mascara running down her face just like I’d imagined, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. It was sloppy, messy. It was obvious she hadn’t had much experience, and that calmed me. Maybe I didn’t have to kill anyone. And her uncertainty and innocence, the heat of her mouth—I reveled in every second.

So did my cock. I had to resist coming immediately, andtry not to get lost in the feel of her mouth. Her hopefully innocent, seemingly inexperienced, now-mine mouth.

Pulling back and then thrusting deeper, I hit the opening to her throat. She gagged, and the sensation made me groan.

“Oh, fuck, Aviva, that’s so good.”

Once again, she tried to back up, but she had nowhere to go. I grabbed her hair, twisting it up into a ponytail and using it like reins to direct her mouth where I wanted it, tilting her head back so my cock could slide into her throat.

That feltamazing. She choked as I held myself there, enjoying the feeling of her throat bulging and working my cock as she tried to suck in air.

“I could keep you like this forever,” I mused, my words no more than a growl. “Tie you up here in the locker room, get a ring gag, and use your mouth whenever I wanted. Leave you here for my teammates to find, let them take turns.”

Tears streamed down her face, maybe from my words, maybe from her lack of air. Taking pity on her, I slid back, so it was only my crown between her lips, giving her space to breathe.

She gasped, inhaling before I shoved back into her mouth and throat, holding her in place so she could barely breathe again.

“How about it, Aviva? Want to be my little sex doll forever? You know, you can end this at any moment if you tell me what you’re doing here and what you’re looking to find.”

She tried to say something around my cock, sending shivers up my spine.

Fuck, I was close to coming.

I pulled out again, squeezing the base of my cock to keep myself from finishing too soon.

“What was that, Aviva?”

“Go to fucking hell.”

Damn.

I was annoyed, because I wanted answers, but also impressed. Anyone else would’ve cracked by now. This girl was made of iron and fire.

Part of me was relieved she wasn’t answering me because I wasn’t done playing with her. Cock painfully hard, I released her hair and mouth. Grabbing her around the ribs, I hoisted her up, carrying her backwards toward the bench in the center of the locker room and laying her flat on it. She still fought me, but she was losing steam. I lifted my shirt off my body, satisfied by the way her eyes tracked my stomach, abs, and pecs as they were revealed.

Whipping my shirt around until it resembled a rope, I used it to tie her wrists together, and then tie the ends around the top right leg of the bench, before straddling her legs to keep her from kicking me.

Trapped.

Perfect.

Slowly, carefully, I dragged her skirt down, ensuring maximum humiliation for her. Her breath grew ragged, but she didn’t—couldn’t—stop me. As I pulled them down, I became fixated on her simple black underwear, the dimples in her thighs, the constellation of freckles on her left hip. Barely able to control myself, I inched the tight skirt down, down, down, beyond triumphant when I saw the wet spot darkening her panties.

“This turns you on, princess? Being forced and humiliated?”

“Why, does it turn you on to force someone half your size?” she spat. “Make you feel big and strong, tough guy?”

But her hips jerked when I rested my palm above her pussy.

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