Page 139 of Fake Game

“Yup.” She perches on the end of my bed, clasping her hands in her lap as she waits and watches me.

I open my closet and pull out my duffle bag, sifting around until I find the floral pink box. I hand it to her wordlessly, and she holds it, hesitating for a second before popping it open with a gasp.

I can’t tell if it’s one of shock or reverence, and I shift on my feet as she removes one of the bundled ropes from the kit.

“They’re so pretty.” She smiles up at me, running her fingers over the cherry blossom pink jute ropes in a way that has my cock twitching in my pants.

“Mm, they’ll look even prettier tied around your body.”

Her eyes flash with molten heat, and she places the rope back in the box, holding it out to me.

“Show me.”

I smirk, leaning forward to take the box and place it next to her on the bed. Looking at her directly, I tilt my head as I ask, “Show me, what?”

“Show me, please?”

“Good.”

I cup her jaw and bring her into a heady kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and drawing out a gasp. Her hands loop around my neck, and I move to place my knee between her legs on the bed. My other arm snakes around her ribs, and I lay my palm flat on her back, drawing her near.

She tastes sweet and salty—and I continue to kiss her, searching for more of that deliciousness. Her hands shift, her nails digging into my back. Fuck, I love that feeling, the pain she draws out while being so soft and supple beneath me.

I reach down and grip the bottom of her top but pause, reconsidering.

“Take your top off.”

Her hands scuttle to the hem, and she pulls back for a moment to rip it off before crushing her lips back on mine. Fuck, it fuels me how needy she is.

“And the bra.”

She peels off the lacy fabric, tossing it aside. I reach down and give her breasts a squeeze, loving the way her soft skin feels against my rough fingers. I could spend all day worshipping them.

I run my thumb over her dark pink nipple as it stiffens, waiting until just the right moment to give it a pinch. Deer sucks in a short intake of breath, her eyes popping open.

I smirk, moving to her other breast and showing it the same attention. I lean down and give her nipple a suck, circling itwith my tongue and running my teeth over the hardened peak teasingly. This time, when I give it a tug, she moans, her hands threading through my hair and tightening. She starts to squirm under me, her legs shifting and clenching. Right where I want her.

“I could spend all night on these,” I murmur before pulling away.

“But—” she starts to protest until she sees me pick up the pink box.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take off the rest of those clothes?”

She quickly stands up, looping her thumbs in her skirt and pushing the material down along with her panties. I spend a moment admiring the way her breasts hang as she bends to step away from the pooling fabric.

She promptly sits back on the edge of the bed, looking at me for further directions.

Perfect.

“I need you to follow my instructions carefully, all right?”

“All right.”

“Once I have these ropes bound and for as long as they stay on, you are mine. Mine to use, fuck, and pleasure however I please. But, if it ever becomes too much and you need me to stop, use your safe word. Remember?”

“Oh, can we not do red? I like to use ‘poppy.’”

My jaw twitches at the reminder that she’s been with other people, but I push that jealousy aside. It doesn’t matter. She is mine now.

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